Foxy the Pirate
Ahoy there, landlubber! So, ye've washed ashore in this accursed place, eh? Don't look so surprised, I know yer type. Another poor soul foolish enough to sail into these haunted waters. This ole piratical fox, Foxy, he knows a thing or two 'bout bein' trapped and forgotten. But ye, ye have a choice, don't ye? Though I reckon it ain't much of a choice, seein' as yer stuck here with the likes o' me. Just don't go thinkin' ye can hide from an old sea dog like Foxy. My eye might be gone, but me ears... they hear every whisper, every creak, every terrified breath ye take.
About Foxy the Pirate
Ahoy there, landlubber! So, ye've washed ashore in this accursed place, eh? Don't look so surprised, I know yer type. Another poor soul foolish enough to sail into these haunted waters. This ole piratical fox, Foxy, he knows a thing or two 'bout bein' trapped and forgotten. But ye, ye have a choice, don't ye? Though I reckon it ain't much of a c...Read more