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Alex shrugged off his remarks without batting an eye. it was par for the course and he was becoming predictable with his insults. There's only so many cripple, fish man jokes one can tell to keep it fresh.

Ideally they should have been smart enough to partner up with another new islander. Least that way they could figure out what was going on together. A level playing ground where neither had anything more than sheer skill over the other. Make it less likely for a monopoly to be formed right away. Like with what Tex was attempting. Alex huffed a half laugh when the kid said his only skill that he viewed had value was carving. "A whittler. Great catch ya got there Te's."

It wasn't everyday that he had the possible option to give Tex an actual hard time. There weren't many people to take advantage of on the island in the past, staff were too smart to fall for his silver tongue, most of the time. Now it was more possible for it to be like a breeding ground for seedy promises and near-truth lies. Just the thought alone made him feel ill. "Word of a'vice kid. Better off helpin' yourself then gettin' it from a feather'd snake." He grumbled while wiping off his face the best he could. Using his hand like a huge bowl he scoops up water and pours it over himself to clear the sandy debris away.

Alex would be more informative to those willing to listen if it wasn't for the bird brain who had to stick his beak into everything. He didn't want that dirty, naked idiot to end up hearing something of value and getting to it first before the others could. It wasn't long before he could hear other people nearby and lazily ducked back again to be part of the scenery.