pumpKEN spice season

The pup simply balked at the statement made by the clearly idiotic male in front of him. His brow wrinkles more as he casts a weary sideways glance at the nearest spire. What with its creepy holes, the wailing wind, and the carved faces below, they looked anything but a plain, old rock. Maelstrom wouldn't be left behind though and when Kenway decided to venture further in, he followed suit. Keeping close to the older male's heels, he stared wide eyed at their surroundings. Every little sudden noise sent him hunching over, trying to make himself look smaller.

"You're really not concerned?" Maelstrom's voice is quiet a first, building volume to rise above a new whistle of screaming wind. He looks up at the patchwork boy before casting another glance at a nearby spire. Sometimes, he thought he was brave, but suddenly, he wasn't so sure.

"Maelstrom"