If It Ain't Broken You Break It

Heavy paws had marched him North. His kids had gone on their first raid, and he had heard about their feats. Or lack thereof. Diablo had failed miserably, and although his other son hadn't succeeded either, it was Diablo he had been most disappointed in for reasons he couldn't quite figure out. Just something deeper that bothered him...or perhaps it bothered the other part of him. He left the Plunder for a day or so, seeking to be alone with his thoughts as he tried to sort things out. He could feel him simmering just beneath the surface of his skin. He didn't know why or what had caused the trigger, but it didn't matter. He was here with him, and Ignis knew he was going to boil over real soon. So to avoid some sort of catastrophe between him and his youngest litter, he felt it was in everyone's best interest that he put some distance between them before he dug himself another hole of regrets.

He hadn't been North in some time, but it was these parts that seemed to have the most pull whenever he was near. But the North seemed to be crawling with activity now. First the Armada, and now Mirovis. Though he had to admit, Mirovis' queen had his interest, but not enough to warrant a visit or a change of his mind to abandon the Pirates and join her. Outside of leadership, he was content with his position in the Plunder. He could do what he wanted without consequence. Be who he wanted without restriction. While Sparrow wasn't in the loop with his true self, she knew enough about him that he could be dangerous when it came down to it. Perhaps that's why he was the Pirates Wrath. He wasn't afraid to show it when it called.

He moved quietly through the crypt, a place he had been to several times, and the darkness and silence of it brought comfort to his ill mind. For one reason or another, this place was one of his go-to places when he needed to get away.

"Speech"