As the sun began to make it's rise into the sky a figure sat looking out from one of the homes. His eyes of pure white shifted to look upon the skies and he allows a small sigh to leave his muzzle. Many thoughts are moving through his head as he thinks about his conversation that he had with Morrison just last night and he is neither worried nor scared of this new venture that has been presented to him. No he is...intrigued. He is able to now realize a few things for the group that his father once ruled over. For a moment the water along his body turns turbulent, shifting into gray rage as if a storm is flashing over before it settles into cool blues once again. He turns to the side before he pushes open the door and calls out with a loud enough voice so everyone can hear him. "All pirates that live and breathe on this island we call home gather at the beach for a meeting!" It will be enough he hopes and so he makes his way there as dawn bathes everything in orange and pinks.

There he waits and when there is enough of those staring at him in confusion he finally turns to look at them. The waves crash back and forth against the beach and he allows that to keep him calm. This he supposes his a symbol of a change, something new on the wind and he looks almost amused by it. He knows how he feels about several different issues and he has no reason to keep them hidden. Things will surely be different and because of that he focuses on what he wants for the Typhoon. Dipping his head he scans the growing crowd with his solid pearl orbs before he wraps his tail around himself. "I know you all must be confused so allow me to let you all know what is going on. Morrison has decided to retire. The old man needs his rest there is no doubt about that and in his place he has named me his successor." Rather that is a good thing or a bad one has yet to be determined but he is determined none the less to see this through and see where he can take this band of rogues. That also reminds him on several other things. "So as of today I am your Captain. I will be making some changes for the betterment of our home. We need a bit more...structure to this place anyway." His gaze lingers on nothing in particular as he things over what he is about to do.

"To begin with, the Typhoon as a group proclaims to be pirates. But we never really act in the benefit of ourselves. We don't act like pirates. As dangerous as we are reliable so I've decided that the Typhoon will be reassessing this as well as from today we don't have any allies. None. They are neutral until further notice. If we need them we can have talks but we need to learn to stand on our own. I'll be visiting all the groups in notification of this personally." He pauses there so that all of this can sink in. His tail slides against the ground, soaking the sand with water before he releases a deep breath he didn't realize he has been holding before he dips his head a little. "I'll be looking for a Quartermaster soon, a Soothsayer who will be taking over as head of the Necro Mambas, A Officer who will be taking over as head of the Grim Rays, and a Dealer who will be taking over as head of the Blackjack Rats." From there he finally blinks and lets all of that information sink in before he gives a small and almost amused smile on his muzzle.

"Now I open the floor up to my fellow pirates on what they wish to see, what do you want out of the Typhoon? Where do you wish for us to go? I'm sure you all have good ideas but keep in mind not all will be accepted."