time goes on [juniper]

[Morrison]

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.