Ouchie

When Sephiran answered it was poison, he simply rolled his eyes as he realigned his attention elsewhere. “You might as well be.” Aresenn shot back as he began shaping his now stripped-down stick into the silhouette of a wolf bust.

It seemed odd to the Saxe boy that the Pirate King was indeed a woman- and she did in fact call the shots. Aresenn simply shrugged, without interest in convincing Seph that it wasn’t a bad thing. He was born to it, and that’s just how it had always been. However, the idea of fucking Sparrow made him want to gag. “Eww, why would I want to fuck an old woman? Besides, I’m fairly certain she tries to fuck women too- though I’m not sure how that works …” Aresenn mused aloud. Though he didn’t much care for lingering on that train of thought.

Instead, he quickly continued on. “Anyways. The original pirate group was made up of seven individuals who all went by the names of different sins. Then there was the king and his second in command. And that was essentially how the main hierarchy was established.” Aresenn finished, as he also finished putting some finer details into his carving project that he had chosen to entertain himself with.