The captain had grown to be a glimmer of his previous, self-upheld glory. Some could say he was driven to some form of madness, calling off what he had attempted to rebuild, shunning those who offered support, although truthfully, paranoia had driven a distrust of all of them, save for the golden-pelted jackal hybrid who followed him still. His tattered hark had fallen back slightly as he returned to a cliff-side on the coastline that brought him to this barbaric, predominantly-nude inabitant landscape. Savages. All of them were savages, looting his belongings from the shattered corpse of the ship like vultures to carrion.

Growl slipped through dark lips as he peered out over the water, puffy clouds heralding a fast upcoming storm. The wind was whipping about that ledge, tossing those dark, wavy tresses about. Coal and flint sights looked over to the fair-pelted jackal. It wasn't fair of the dark beast to keep him lingering about, but alas, he was selfish. Percival was his sole friend, the only ray of light in his otherwise dim and hazy world. As the first raindrops began to pitter on the moss and rocks, he continued his contemplative traipse over the landscape.

Hark pinned itself back as that pensive gaze turned out towards the dark navy and black waves, and Tobias gave pause yet again, padded fingers unbuttoning his captain's jacket, holding it out towards the wind until the breeze lifted it from his fingers, the crimson cloth dancing through the air before being thrown into the foaming waves below, floating a moment as it was tossed up onto rocks, before being pulled down in the undertow.

"Don't believe I much deserve to wear that," came his growling tone, though it held a somber, soft tone, nearly drowned out from the breeze. Shadowy gaze turned back to the jackal, a crooked smile tugging his lips only faintly, before he continued on his way down the slippery rocks.

His black claws gripped at the mossy stone, dirt giving way to mud under the influence of the rain. The gale tugged at his loose shirt much like claws, altering his already swaggering balance. A misplaced step was all it took to send him over the edge of the eleven or so foot ledge, and tumbling down the outcroppings of rock sticking from the stone wall. A sharp snarl and startled sound issued from his maw; clawed fingers scraped at the stone to regain balance as he fell, though no purchase was gained, casting him down into the swirling currents below, throwing him into the rocks once more. Other rock outcroppings slammed his ribs, clothing tearing a bit as the male was yanked about, disorienting him.

Up was down, left was right as he tumbled in the surf, hands trying to grip at rocks as he was smashed against them, only to be yanked free once more. Bones cracked and snapped under the force of his collisions, ribs aching and muscles quickly tiring as he continually tried to capture air from the surface, only to have it ripped from his lungs just as quickly. Relief only came as he was thrown onto onto another rock, broken torso finally coming to a rest. Coal gaze looked about near-blindly at the spinning world, attempting to regain composure. The male's chest ached as he wretched and coughed, water and blood sputtering from his dark maw, ivory teeth stained red. Blood trickled from his flaring nostrils, a hand reaching for his ribs and clutching at his chest, some of the bone caving inwards into a now-punctured lung, side torn open, the wound seeping his life-essence. It occurred to him as he attempted to overturn himself that he was having difficulty moving, his legs numb, and left arm and shoulder practically non-functioning, muscle torn and lower spine shattered and severed, as well as part of his hip. With difficulty, he rolled himself over to face skyward, fading sights rolling about in his skull. Tobias was seeking out something, or rather, a pale-pelted Percival, wheezing breaths hissing in through his bared teeth.

Those rolling eyes struggled to focus on the hybrid, for once a look of fright glazing over those dilating pupils. He had barely heard those cries with waterlogged hark, breathing, waves and gales. His heart was pounding, also working to drown out the voice of his dear friend.

As soon as Percival was beside him, he began struggling once more, trying to bring himself to hold the hybrid, both out of fear and a desire to protect him. This was the first time he had felt this trepidation, so much in fact that his hand trembled as he tried to hold Percival, only able to weakly grasp the nape of his neck, grip slipping down to his shoulder. There was so many things left unsaid... So many things he wished to tell his friend. His only friend. His only anything...

Breath hissed and wheezed, coughed and sputtered as his ribs labored to draw air, his arm struggling to bring Percival closer as he slowly suffocated. A whimper issued from him with the jackal's pleas, some part of him knowing his damage was too severe.

'Me heart is pierced by Cupid...
I dis--dain all glitterin'... gold,
there is n-nothin' can console me... Bu- me jolly sailor b...old,' came a whispering tone and a few gargles from him, attempting to calm the hybrid, though he himself was scared, much like a pup. He rasped as he tried to inhale, eyes shutting tightly before he pulled Percival closer, bloodied purple tongue giving that pale cheek a little kiss before he slowly flopped back onto the rock, drawing a few more labored inhales, pupils dilating further until his chest grew still, his weak grip loosening further before releasing Percival's shoulder. Those coal sights stared skyward, now serene and cooled.