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Huckle slightly opened his maw to speak, only letting out a small breath before going quiet. Was he really ready for all of this? It would be his first time truly at sea — little to no experience at all! But at the same time, the though of risking his life for something as measly as letting his...

Ah yes.. Best not to say the name of said mouse in order to avoid a pirates greatest fear — copyright laws Huckle's head snapped over to Jeshal, slightly jumping with a soft yelp as he lightly sat his basket down beside him, standing in the center of the room like he was on trial for a war...

" R-Right, Right.. " He stammered softly, gripping his basket with a bit of a stronger grip. This feels like a mistake.. one he won't be able to recover from. Huckle takes a few steps forward and slides his way inside of the Soggy Fox's office, a soft -- But crooked -- smile on his face as he...

( Alright! ) Huckle was sitting Somewhere, his paws picking at the small Roots and dusting off the Dirt and Grime of a small mango — one of the Many he kept on him when it came to Explorations like this, smiling softly as he bared his teeth; Ready and Eager to take a bite of of the sweet fruit...

Huckle was in his own little world, keeping his eyes down with a Small and Soft smile on his face as he Swept and Cleaned the deck of any Dirt and Grime the caught his wide-eyed attention, Nearly sweeping to the point the deck's boards became a lighter Brown — now that's some real dedication to...

Okay.. So, huckle's changed from Daggers to Dual Sickle Welding.. Can you, help me out with that please? ^^;

Huckle, Oh Huckle that Unsespecting Badger with the heart of Pure Gold. It was finally a time of day where he could actually spend time with Himself and his Thoughts, finding himself waiting in a line with a bunch of other beasts. He leans over around the line as he walks, adjusting his...

Hmm . . . Well, I think it be a fair Comback to sign up for the Ship, right? I'm putting in the Badger himself; Huckle! Aiming for a Musician, but I'm fine with taking anything right about now

He slightly whinced at the finger, stepping a few steps away from him and looking back down at his feetpaws, his ears slowly drooping down to the floor as he listened to Griblo and Swift practiaclly argue with one another " Can we just get going . . . Please? " He begged, looking between the...

His eyes slightly widened in surprise, looking over at Swift and looking over at Grilbo and Callix. Huckle has never charged someone for bothering him, no matter how much he didn't like it. The otter looked up at the sky, his eyes slightly widening " N-No.. We have to get going, I cannot be late"

Huckle's eyes slightly widened at Callix's threat, his ears slightly pinning back with surprise. He believed in justice, don't get him wrong, but Squishing his paws — Lord have Mercy! Hopefully it's not like one of his melons.. He just might throw up if that's the case " P-Please no Squashing —"

Apart of him wanted to take his blade out of his Basket, while another part of him want to cuss him out in way that would make the night Side-eye him for the rest of his day. Instead, the Otter glared at him, the bobbing tiredness being slowly replaced by irrataion. " . . . Liar"

Huckle turned over to look at the ferret, his paws slightly tightening up as he continued to collect his fruits. The Otter was always the one who'd try to defuse the situation, giving the benifit of the doubt whenever he could and sweeping things under the rug — No matter how much it dug under...

Huckle let out a yelp of surprise as the two of them rolled and fumbled, that yelp turning into a small scream as the fruits nocked over onto the floor, the fruits Squishing under the Scuffle. Huckle stood there with a shocked and confused look on his face, his paws and body trembling as he got...

Huckle lifted up his body slightly, turning around and giving her the best smile that he could muster up. Little did she know that it was him the picked the fruits, not his mother. He picked and picked until his handbasket was nearly pouring out fruit; It was the harvest he was the most proud...