As the tropical storm started to fade, so did Morrison's adrenaline and the constant fight for his life. The canine had already lived a life full of wonder and danger, but in his retirement, he did not want to experience the second part once again. Unfortunately, a conundrum had to come up. Caught by surprise by the waves, the finned captain fell below the water and had no time to breathe in one last breath before his body switched to aquatic mode. As a result, he had a hard time navigating the ocean floods. Gills were caught up in compensating for his lack of oxygen and his body had slowed down, unable to barely move in his old age. In truth, it was embarrassing. Morrison hardly could save a soul.

Now the canine sat on a rock above the water near the lighthouse, catching his breath. Through huffs and heaves, he lowered his head into his paws and laid down onto the cold, damp stone below. Golden eyes closed in defeat. In a moment of disappointment, he let out a low snort. 'Pitiful, you old bat,' he thought to himself. Old age was beginning to catch up and he was starting to see that time was his enemy, something he had always thought was infinite. Maybe it was time to start making arrangements.

His head ran as he sat still in the cold rain. Morrison had loved many souls, but never stuck to one. Not even family. They always faded out of his view, becoming inconsistent side characters to his life that connected to his past. The elderly dog cackled into his paws and sighed. There was no time left to do any of that, was there?

Pawsteps caused his head to lift away from his own and up towards the stranger who wandered over. Their words rang true in his head, but that was nothing he couldn't handle... or so he thought? Hell, he couldn't even breathe underwater properly the other day. Maybe it was time to take things slower. Lost in thought for a moment, he merely offered a simple nod of his head. "No, no, I think yer right," came his accented voice. "The water's my element, but perhaps an old man needs a break, mate..." Neglecting his health was no good if he wanted to retire peacefully.

Raising to his feet, the slick furred dog shook out his pelt and straightened out, cracking his back in the process. With a cocky smile, he continued on his long-winded spiel. "Mmm, I don't see any cats or dogs besides you though, hon," he joked back. "Any more of ya around here? I'd like to see more of ya." His maw pulled further back into a toothy smile, showing off yellowed teeth for the other to see. Maybe he was just being nice, maybe he was flirting. Only he could know... but it was usually the ladder. Morrison had a knack for being a man of many words and lending a few compliments out to those who needed it.

A snort left him as she furrowed her brow and made her cocky comment. Teeth sparkled in the sunlight, although mainly covered by grey clouds, in amusement. This girl appeared to be quite catch. Now reel it in, mate. "Spry as a young chicken," he restated back. "Don't doubt this blue bottom a day in your life, honey, because it'll surprise you on what it can do." Funnily enough, yes, he did mean it in other ways too. Nevertheless, his old age had caught up to him and it was clear with Juniper's comment. Grey hairs had even started to line his chin and were sprinkled around the top of his ears, creating a white tuft at the top. Morrison took that in stride though.

A charmer, indeed. This old man had some experience for sure. "Always have been, always will be, dear," he cockily replied with a wink. "Pleasure to meet ya, Juniper. Can I call you Juni? Junebug? Glad it floats ya boat either way because I'm the captain." A paw raised up, gesturing outwards and stopping himself. "Well, used to be... Retirement seemed more enjoyable than managing this band of bandits." He hoped the other Typhoon member would not take any offense to that, especially since they both resided within the island, but her sympathies were appreciated too.

His navy blue paw extended out to the other, attempting a handshake. "Name's Morrison." A last name didn't really matter to him anymore. No one was left anyways, similarly to his pirating days.

A snort left him. He never said others could joke about his old age, but he welcomed it. Experience was never a bad thing, especially in the case of that. "Mate, I promise I'll try not to," Morrison shot back. He sat back down into his spot and leaned back dramatically, looking at his behind with a groan. His tail wagged in the meantime, almost as if it was taunting him. It appeared his body disagreed. He preached mind over matter, even to Juniper now, but how long until his body took control and slowed him down for good?

His young mentality did not stop him from calling others by quirky nicknames though. It appeared these names stuck too... and as long as he was calling her those nicknames? Well, my, oh, my! Morrison's gaze started to have a mischievous, yet pleasant, twinkle in his eyes. "You've got yourself a deal, dear. Only for you-" His navy blue paw attempted to reach out and grab at her shoulder, giving her a friendly shake. "-will I call you Juni, Junebug." He offered a smirk. Pointed ears that perked up indicated his pleasure. Being known as someone who donned the all mighty Juniper with their gracious nicknames was good enough for him, especially since it was not unwelcome either.

She couldn't wrap up a few hooligans by their ankles and thrown them off the side of a ship when they misbehaved though? Please! Morrison frowned at her lack of self-confidence, or rather that she acknowledged her own capabilities, due to his belief that she seemed like the soul who would be able to lead. After all, she came to him in a moment of defeat. Juniper could take his teasing nicknames also with stride, something he admired, clearly. Others have tried to pick a fight for that. "Please," he cooed. "If ya can manage yours truly, a crew is no worry."

Pulling his paw away from hers, he offered a dip of his head. "You too, sweets," he reinforced back. "Ya caught me at a bad time but managed to hand over a pick me up with that personality of yours." His free paw traced an outline of a smile on his own maw, indicating her cheery personality. She was quite the catch for a stranger.

Firefly? He did seem firey in personality, but not in appearance. Maybe 'fish boy?' No. That felt derogatory. Morrison tried not to think of his own nicknames and instead shrugged to her words. "You'll think of something," he remarked. "But yer more than welcome to just call me 'Morrison' and that's it... Maybe even 'Morri' if time doesn't allow for the entire thing." Sometimes life was short. So names had to be too. Luckily, Morrison could hold on for quite awhile.

Leading was not for everyone. Morrison truly enjoyed it, but in his old age, it was also time to relax. After all, he retired for a reason. Rather than being in charge of these rascals till his death, he could sit around with wonderful ladies like Juniper and tell his seven seas stories from the comfort of his bottom. "Fair enough. I find myself a bit of a control freak," came his joking tone. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He liked letting loose and allowing the world to flow around him, watching with amusement. "I have to be in charge." That, though, was not a lie. He liked being the center of someone's attention... to an extent.

Checking on him? The lowly captain did not think anyone would poke their head into his quarters, but here she was. "I suppose we do, laddie." Her paw reached out and slapped lightly at his muzzle. In response, he huffed loudly and shook his head. "You're a trip, aren't ya?"

At her dashing tease, he could only smirk. "Call it experience," he hinted. "An old man like myself has sailed the seas far and wide with many, but never with one like yourself." Perhaps their retirement plan could be sailing off together. At least that's what he was hinting at.