09-25-2022, 10:59 PM
A crew? Oh, yes. Back to the old days, as an elderly Morrison would exclaim after the meeting with a cheerful, yellowed smile. With his finned tail wagging, the canine wandered up the boat docks afterwards with a plan in the mind. Explore the ocean, find some fish, observe the damage, and come home with some booty. As the captain of his own ship, he knew he had to gather a crew with Boots by his side and begin the exploration of the south eastern border carefully.
Coming up to the Anchored Tempest's edge, Morrison let out a call. "PIRATES, GATHER YERSELVES OVER HERE IF YOU WISH TO SET SAIL TO EXPLORE THE LANDS BELOW!" came his declaration.
[member=23359]Boots[/member]
[ They'll set out soon! Keep an eye out for the thread in the neutral lands. ]
Coming up to the Anchored Tempest's edge, Morrison let out a call. "PIRATES, GATHER YERSELVES OVER HERE IF YOU WISH TO SET SAIL TO EXPLORE THE LANDS BELOW!" came his declaration.
[member=23359]Boots[/member]
[ They'll set out soon! Keep an eye out for the thread in the neutral lands. ]
CAPTAIN ⚓︎ MORRISON
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