recon | Reconstruction & Exploration | mini-meeting 9/22

[Morrison]

The pain endured by the tropical storm was immeasurable to Morrison. Not only the trauma reinforced through his past hurricane, but the struggle he went through when dipping under the waters in the meantime. Needless to say, the experience was hell. Thankfully, no one got to see the usually spry former captain during the event. He suffered in private instead. Morrison was thankful for that, but deep down he wished for the company he always wanted, even if it was during a dark moment.

At the new leaders call, he gathered before Sherbet to listen. In truth, he was glad they ascended to captain per his offer and let him retire in peace (although it wasn't swell so far). He spoke with eloquence and purpose, just as Morrison had. Despite the times before them, he let a small smirk reach his navy lips and curl up proudly. He nodded along with their words, knowing he would take it upon himself to at least do something to rebuild what was lost in the storm, despite his supposed 'retirement.' Life never stopped, it appeared. "If possible, mate, I'd like to run a patrol," came his offer from the audience. "Setting sail to explore would not hurt."