A meeting, eh? Well, spit on his shoes and call him greased up, because Morrison was ready to see his successor's newest meeting. Rearing to go, the older canine jogged over and moved on over to the front, sitting down to listen. While the others gathered, he let his mind wander impatiently and his toepads tapped on the floor unconsciously. He had a feeling he knew what the meeting was about, but not sure enough to speak up, so he merely kept to his thoughts and kept his loud mouth shut.

Hushed into silence, the leader began to speak. Morrison was not exactly looking to become a high position again, but he would be open to it, as long as the duties suited his interests. After all, he was supposed to be retired. So much for that though. He was off his rocker every day, trying to find something to do rather than sitting around. Maybe he did need something to keep him busy. At the pestering thought, he audibly. Maybe. Just maybe. Even now, he couldn't keep his paw from tapping and tail from swaying anxiously as he listened. So much for elderly.

Finally! An opportunity to get off his ass. "If ye'd keep me in mind, I'd be honored," the accented voice piped up from the audience. Some time to flex his old bones while pirating a ship couldn't hurt, could it? Morrison merely craned his head. Maybe? No... for sure.

As for the rest, he felt that others would want to step up. He couldn't do everything.

LOKI FLÓKI — 1 year / cutie pie — bio

she trotted a ways after her father as he made the call and halted in her steps as he mentioned open ranks. were there truly that many pirates missing from the typhoon? why were there so many open ranks? her brow furrowed and she looked concerned for a moment. "i'd like to apply, if i can.." she spoke up, still in thought. he also mentioned going to tanglewood to go bring news, and she voiced an offer for that, too. she remembered how inferno was treated by her crewmates and knew what she did was wrong - that was for sure an approach she wouldn'T have taken.

apparently finished and waiting for the pirates to speak up now her father waited and she padded up to him. maybe we could have a friendly fishing competetion? a way of gathering food that's also inclusive and fun for the kids. i know i liked it when you took us fishing, dad." her voice was quiet, meant just for the two of them.

— CHOCOLATE CHIPS ON MY STRACCIATELLA

The ocelot’s paws floated three centimeters over the sands as she crossed the beach to attend the meeting. Her four eyes, crusted with sleep, blinked and squinted in the harsh sunlight; she held her tail up to create shade, but it helped little. If she’d known today would bring an abnormally bright winter sun, she would’ve stayed in her treehouse.

Her jaw opened wide as she yawned. She’d have to nudge Alexandre about the soothsayer opening up, unless he’d already heard about it. Likely, given her nephew didn’t share her asocial tendencies.

After Sorbet opened the floor to questions, she turned her head to shield her face from the sun and yawned once more. Her air buoyancy dipped, but her paws never once touched the sands. How annoying it was to have to deal with the sun’s glare and the possibility of sand getting between her toes.