We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails // Joining

[Morrison]

Ring a ding, another one arrives at the gates. To no surprise of Morrison, an unfamiliar face drifted into view as he approached with rugged ears perked and a smirk upon his lips. Thankfully for him, Ciabhan was there. They had already done the usual talk, minus introductions, and it appeared their visitor had an inquiry for them. More specifically, him. The older captain rolled up to the drenched canine's side. As always, similar to his own reaction, the other had to comment on Ciabhan's significant look. "All too sentient for ya liking?" he questioned, briefly looking over to his fellow pirate. Morrison shot them a quick smirk in passing and turned back to David in a jiffy.

A snort left him as he lowered down to the floor with his haunches. "Ain't one to point out the obvious-" That was a lie. He always did... even if it was the brutal truth. "-but ya quite a looker too." A paw swiveled forward and circled around at the other's very green appearance. Not to mention weird. "Green and tentacle-y, almost like a bad experience I had with a lovely lady in the middle of bumfuck nowhere." Lips pulled back into a cocky smirk. "Although, I'll tell ya, it wasn't very 'nowhere' on the bumfuck." A cackle left him. That was another story for later though. This island story in particular had plenty of cherades and shenanigans to describe. David just happened to remind him of it with those 'things' on his neck.

All fun and games though. Somewhat. The wolf dipped his head, signifying his approval. "Cap'n Morrison," he barked back. "Welcome to our rag-tag group, lad. Where you comin' from?" That could change his opinion on the other joining, but also bring in an adventurous tale. On new people, he was open-minded, thankfully. Enemies though? Ehh... We'll see.