The movements of the pirates were chaotic. Although no one was speaking, pawsteps seemed almost like a murmur, shuffling and resonating within his ear canals. Murmurs became noise, as if for a moment the whole world had been silent but had only been noticed by Bakugou once everything began to pick up. More members were funneling in, breaths calm when he realises just how nice it felt to sit still rather than fidget in agitation, unhappy with where he was, fixated on unwelcomed thoughts. The first one he had noticed was Caesar, sitting beside the Reaver. To be honest, he felt surprised to see the Officer choosing to be so close to then but then reminded himself that the savannah probably didn't care. He was simply at the front and sooner or later, other members would have to fill around him in order to fit inside the meeting room. Bakugou had almost missed the angelic form of Junji right beside him, almost filtering the soothsayer out because the male had come in so quietly. He noticed the smell of herbs clinging to the male's coat before only just catching the angel's smile. He merely gives the other a nod, thinking it was strange that he was deserving of a smile at that very moment.

Then he begins to notice more members, faces that he had attached names to and recognising Goldenluxury sitting close to himself and Caesar. He was grateful of the fact that she had recovered some of the memories between him and her, finally a little more comfortable with her presence but still a little shaken at the fact that she didn't always seem like herself. He guessed she was still struggling to remember, finding it difficult to approach the bengal and attempt to help because it made him uncomfortable and almost...sad. Bakugou winces when he hears Owen's barks, noticing that the indominous rex was no longer an indominous rex but a german shepherd again. Just as he expected, it was always Owen who seemed to break the peace. He was only waiting for the male to destroy their Sunhaven alliance, having little hope in the other male despite the fact that Owen usually had good intentions. He simply thought the canine to be too troublesome to deal with, frequently annoyed by the other's remarks and attitude.

Before he could think anymore, the Captain's voice raised above the shuffles of movement. All of a sudden, the murmurs and white noise had stopped, ceasing immediately to heed the demigod's call. Even though the male wasn't the most formal in his address to the island, Bakugou knew that Pincher was greatly respected, power simply radiated and lingered from his grand form. He was intimidating because his eyes were unreadable, glass-like and only reflecting the image of the ones he was looking at. The ragdoll didn't react to the leader's smile, distracted by his thoughts that he almost missed the number of names the Captain called out. From the looks of it, they had more returners than joiners. He didn't mind this, however, because he would rather deal with someone who was familiar with the ropes of The Typhoon than speak to someone who didn't know left from right, walking like a mindless zombie to find a home. It was far too annoying to keep up and check that they were okay. That being said, Bakugou never even extended to welcome others in a polite way. In what universe would he think to lend a paw?

He bites his lip when Kirishima's name is mentioned but his gaze was stone-hard. He hadn't seen the male for a while, wondering if the other had gone off somewhere without his attention. Maybe it was for the better. The more classmates he saw, the more the memories of his past flashed at him like a signal, invading his emotions for as long as it needed. It was cold to think that he might be better off without Kirishima but he couldn't help but feel betrayed by the male not having told him anything. Then again, it might have been Bakugou's own fault for not trying to look for the dragon. Then, drawing his attention away from the demotions and warnings, were the shout-outs and promotions. When it came to Luciferus' shout-out, he couldn't help but understand. It felt that the positions of Dealer, Soothsayer and Officer was where it all stood still. After all, Bakugou couldn't imagine anyone being next in line to rule after Pincher. As far as he was concerned, the Captain was irreplaceable, the heart of The Typhoon. To even dare imagine that he would one day disappear, leave their island for good, was a despicable thought.

The next promotions weren't all that surprising. Caesar had been Officer since Bakugou had first joined so he wasn't surprised to hear that he was made head of the division, superior to that of Luciferus simply because the dragon had only been Officer for a short while. Feliks, he understood. The male had recently caught one of the rats that came from The Pitt and had recently been through quite a lot. It was fair enough to give the griffon a promotion. In terms of CC, the ragdoll was still unsure of what to think. It seemed that the child wasn't quite able to communicate but considering Pincher had promoted Exodus to striker once, he was willing to accept it. When it came to Owen, however, the male snorted. Well, he would admit the male had an active presence around the island but he thought it was more of an...annoying presence in The Typhoon. But considering his recent change of heart, he wondered if Owen would come to take better care of what he did. Of course, this was coming from Bakugou - Bakugou who was always worrisome when it came to politics because one never quite knew when he'd explode and set fire to a good relationship.

The next part, however, was different. Upon hearing the little spiel of the Captain's words, leading up to something important, he found himself paying extra attention. It made him nervous to hear that the male was looking for a Quartermaster, wondering who out of the assistant deputies would receive it. Goldenluxury, to him, was quite young. She had amnesia and was still recovering, always injured and worrying the ragdoll. Junji, on the other hand, was so busy. He wasn't sure if the other could have it on his plate. Caesar...well, he was sure the island would be in ruins if the male got any closer to leadership and, at the same time, he had just been promoted to Head Officer. Then again, it was entirely possible. Bakugou also didn't think Luciferus was an option either because then there would be no need to have a Head Officer. His brows furrow slightly, weighing the options quickly in his mind until he heard Pincher say Quartermasters. Two? His ears twitch, his initial thoughts flying out of his mind as he wondered what exactly the leader was thinking, puzzled by the other's very words because, to Bakugou, he realised that all his thoughts were now invalid.

Young and flawed. The male huffs in his own amusement at Pincher calling the future Quartermasters flawed but before he can continue making fun of them in his mind, his tail twitches irritably at Pincher's ominous comment regarding his reign. He didn't want to think about the idea of the male leaving them, vanishing, becoming one with the sea. At the name Goldenluxury, his own sanguine eyes sweep towards the bengal, offering her a grin. If he put aside his feelings of attachment in keeping their current Captain, he didn't mind the idea of the girl being next-in-line. She put in a lot of hard work and effort into keeping the island together, the yang to everyone's yin. At the same time, she wasn't stupid, able to reject those who sided with Pittians. To be honest, for the next name, he was genuinely expecting the names of one of the other assistant deputies only to choke at when he heard his name. Bakugou? Quartermaster? His own lips parted from each other, eyes wide and staring at the Captain as if he were serious. He was trying real hard to think of who else had a name similar to him, wondering if he had misheard because he always viewed himself as a horrible choice for anything.

Initiative, different, strength. Although they were compliments, the male reinforcing his decision to make him and Goldenluxury his successors, his emotions felt cheated. His ears were burning, hot from the stress of not knowing what exactly to think and feel. For once, the thoughts that were running in his mind had stopped. Better leaders. The Captain was talking to them all as if he was going to die, as if he knew when exactly his time would come because of how ominous his words came off. He was comfortable with knowing there was no deputy because he didn't, for a moment, stop to think of the demigod one day leaving them. His own heart was pounding, unable to think straight while Pincher was going through the other announcements of events in The Typhoon and the fact that the Rosebloods had been dropped to neutrals, now available for them to harass at any time. If he had been in a normal state of mind, he would have thought good riddance. He didn't like the group for their stuck-up personalities, the formalities of their words and their lack of presence in helping The Typhoon as if they were spoilt brats. And yet he felt his own mind to be blank, spinning as if he were about to be sick because of what the Captain had just told him. He never thought anyone would think him as worthy for anything. Bakugou didn't even feel himself to be worthy.

Even when the meeting was dismissed, he couldn't move. He simply sat there, furrowing his brows. Quartermaster Bakugou. It didn't sound right, it sounded awful. He still couldn't help but feel empty at the thought, as if the universe had been inverted. He wasn't worthy, he kept thinking. No one in The Typhoon even cared about him. No one. He was starting to feel disgusted, sick of the churning in his stomach, the butterflies that wanted to fly out of his maw. It was like a smack in his face, a smack telling him that all his worries had been wrong.