The wild waves of the forbidden sea rolled off against a strange captain's wooden boat that sailed towards the shore. With a crash, the bow slammed into the black beaches of the Treasure Cove. A victorious howl echoed from the deck and pawsteps slammed in succession as the lone wolf upon the ship celebrated his relatively smooth landing. Golden eyes peered over the edge, cautiously observing the black sand and the blue sea before him with narrowed hues. Satisfied, his body propelled forward. Navy blue fur collided with the waters with a splash and his tail directed him to the shore.

A gasp sounded out as his bulky paws breached the shore and his head rose above the water. Soft, fizzling waves caressed his back paws as he stood triumphant at the edge of the shore with his eyes on the horizon. In the distance, no one seemed to be present. Morrison had heard the stories about The Typhoon and the mainland past it, but he had never thought this would be his entrance. He thought he'd see booming parties, welcoming faces... but not a volcanic beach on the edge of no-mans land. Thankfully, his purpose was not to visit. There was other business he had to attend to. The rumors of the Pendragons pointed him here and the wolf was confident in his findings, despite the barren land before him. His family had to be somewhere.

With a shake of his pelt and a sneer, the wolf traversed forward with his ears pointed upwards. "Oi!" came his sharp bark. "Anyone live 'ere?" Met with no response, or rather one not quick enough, Morrison continued to saunter forward and speak to a presumably nonexistent audience. "This place-" He paused for a moment, craning his head and gesturing outwards. "-is deader than the dead sea." His paw tapped impatiently on the ground below. With no one in sight just yet, he decided to settle upon the beach. "But I can rock the boat and change that, eh?" A deep, scratchy laugh left the old canine. At least he could entertain himself.

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

While she hadn't known it, she'd been to the Treasure Cove. Only three times, and never conscious when doing so. It was quite possible the female hadn't even pictured the place accurately in said occurrences. But, given both instances had involved the Gods, and seemed to reflect what she'd seen from flying around the territory, she was willing to bet she'd gotten a pretty good view of the place.

The first time, it'd been a nightmare. If she could remember it now, she would've realized it was likely the first time some higher being was giving her a fortune of her fate. Her papa had been alone, dead on the black shores in her dream, just a week or two before the very same thing would occur on the white beaches. The second, she herself had perished, burned alive, to save a crewmate. She'd not wanted to die, had not been ready for it. And the Gods would gift her the body she lived in now then, lead her to the cove where Njord would present her lost life to her, the lost memories almost a reflection to how it was now. Only this time, it did not seem to be retrievable. The third was much more cryptic and she'd not really made sense of it, other than that there was some sort of call to her - that she was the demigoddess of raging storms, and that she'd been given water elementals. But, all of that experience had been lost to her head injury, blood and mind oozing out simultaneously in just one fell swoop.

But she didn't need that experience to know to avoid this part of the territory. It was quite obvious, given how others warned and spoke in hushed tones of it. With all the mysticism in the air about it, she would wonder if anyone in recent years had even physically been there to see for themselves. She'd never really bothered to ask though. She trusted her crew, and if someone had in fact gone in recent time, she didn't want to hear about it if the stories they told were true. The looming danger of giant sea creatures hiding an ancient treasure and the image of lava pools scorching the beach were enough to give Goldie an idea of what it was like.

She had no interest in going there today, or in any upcoming days for that matter. The tigress had actually been at one of the beaches just outside of the crystal caves when she'd heard voices not far away, in the direction of their No Man's Land. She'd hesitantly approach, only picking up the pace when she came to the conclusion they were not actually at the Treasure Cove. They'd found a stranger coming out of there, her eyes would watch quietly and curiously, standing behind Michael, seeing if the other seemed to be injured at all. She remained quiet for the time being, seeing as the other two already said what needed to be stated.

A voice nearby caused his head to turn. Morrison's eyes peered downwards at the small wildcat with her prompt arrival. Rather than lowering to her level to avoid embarrassment, he remained tall and offered subtle smile. "Aloha," he echoed back. The word rolled off his tongue elegantly, curiosity flourishing within his mind. It was not a common greeting. As always, the island dwellers he visited had flare. Nevertheless, he wasn't here to speculate and explore this time around, but rather find a place to settle and find his family. "M'name is Morrison. Captain Morrison." With his introduction, he offered a dip of his head and a paw to his chest. "I'm in need of a place to stay if that's alright with you. I 'appen to hear th..." His voice traveled off into silence.

The dark silhouette of Michael graced his vision and soon enough his rambling managed to meet his ears too. Morrison was amused. He couldn't help it. Couldn't the sweet, little kitty take a joke? A smug smirk curled across his maw and the canine suppressed a chuckle. "How cute," he murmured sarcastically. Even Keona, the smallest feline on the block, kept her cool and didn't take offense. Did he hurt Michael's ego? Was that fragile masculinity Morrison heard? Taking a joke personally is never good for self-reflection. The canine didn't want to dwell on his presumptions too much and instead smoothly transitioned further. After all, hearing the word 'curse' made him snicker. "I'll live. The number of bloaks I've seen under an island 'curse' were usually... well-" His claw encircled his ear. "-little coo-coo up in the noggin in the first place." Not to say that he wasn't. Old age does that to a man.

With Goldenluxury's cautious approach, his golden gaze redirected to the large tiger. His attention merely phased Michael's next words out, watching the girl curiously as she approached hesitantly and remained silent. A soft grin donned his lips. "Greetings, miss," he exchanged momentarily. Morrison concluded if she didn't want to talk, he wouldn't push though.

His pointed features rotated back towards Keona, as she seemed to be the wisest among the group. "As I was saying-" Round hues moved to Michael for a second, only to snap back to the smaller feline milliseconds later. "I'm fiending for somewhere to settle and I heard a certain Pendragon dwells here, so I think this island suits me well." He didn't feel like specifying who. It wasn't their business. "I'm not sure what I can provide, darling, but I am willing to work for your group in return for homage." Morrison never caught her name, so 'darling' suited for now. He didn't want to offend her by taking a shot in the dark, especially given her brave attitude to traverse these lands with her size. In the words of his mentor: 'Never judge a ship by it's flag.'

Admittedly, He should have caught that but he was too focused on Goldenluxury's own arrival. It was nice to receive the female's name properly nonetheless. Morrison was already growing to like the small feline. Formal, polite, and the hell of a face. Putting a name to her tiny stature was satisfying, causing a firm nod to come from the wolf. "A pleasure, Keona," he reiterated back. With a satisfied hum, he went on to seal the deal.  "I would enjoy that."  If he had to mop the deck for a place to say, so be it. In the end, the effort would be worth it. Before he could answer Keona's next question though, her answer had already shown up.

That voice. Unmistakably cocky, just like he was, but oh-so elegant and well-versed. Ears perked up. His haunches shot up from the sand and Morrison got to his feet, cascading over towards his niece. A smile donned his lips in. The canine attempted to place his head on top of hers in sweet embrace and close his eyes. "Never," he rumbled deeply. A cackle left him as he pulled away and his gleeful smirk widened. Golden eyes took a moment to look her over in awe. Sadly, he never noticed the subtle frown she had. Instead his focus remained on her and how much she had changed, yet somehow stayed the same after all this time.

He wasn't sure what to say. Luckily, she filled in the blanks and left Keona with the answers she desired. "You flatter me, Sophiea," came his mocking tone. His eyes quickly grazed past her nudge towards Goldenluxury, not questioning the intent behind it, and instead continued on with their reunion. "It sure has been quite awhile. I must hear about your adventures this time around." A claw pointed towards her chest as a hopeful glint lit up his eyes. They had a lot of catching up to do... Even she didn't want to. He could understand her frustration about his time away, but Morrison did not pick up the cues. Sophiea had managed to stun him.

"I missed you too, Sophiea."