The fact that the Typhoon lived across the sea from Tanglewood was of no issue to Morgan. He began his trek early in the morning, hopping into the sea from the beach near his cave. With a few quick breaths he propelled himself forward, blasting himself across the water's surface at a high speed.
Tanglewood and the Typhoon had had a relatively spotless past despite their apparent status as enemies. Though the samoyed had previously felt a burning hatred in his heart whenever he thought of the pirates, that feeling had long since waned. It had already been almost half a year since the original raid in which one of his allies was revealed to have been murdered - a wound that had been healed by time. On top of everything, he had heard whispers of Beck wanting to become allies with the Typhoon just before he disappeared. Out of some sense of duty, he thought it would be a good idea to at least fulfill that last request, and the hot summer morning was as good a time as any.
Before long, Morgan arrived on the sandy shore of the Barracuda Bay, a small wave crashing from behind him as he landed. Conveniently enough, he could already sense several presences nearby. He approached the lot of them and barked out to nobody in particular, "I'm looking for the Captain. I'm General Morgan of Tanglewood." His voice was muffled slightly by his mask, but he was loud enough that he would hopefully not have to repeat himself. Truth be told, he didn't have a clue about where he'd find their leader, so asking around would be the next best thing. He hoped for a peaceful greeting, but did not at all expect one given the two groups' current relationship.
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Tanglewood and the Typhoon had had a relatively spotless past despite their apparent status as enemies. Though the samoyed had previously felt a burning hatred in his heart whenever he thought of the pirates, that feeling had long since waned. It had already been almost half a year since the original raid in which one of his allies was revealed to have been murdered - a wound that had been healed by time. On top of everything, he had heard whispers of Beck wanting to become allies with the Typhoon just before he disappeared. Out of some sense of duty, he thought it would be a good idea to at least fulfill that last request, and the hot summer morning was as good a time as any.
Before long, Morgan arrived on the sandy shore of the Barracuda Bay, a small wave crashing from behind him as he landed. Conveniently enough, he could already sense several presences nearby. He approached the lot of them and barked out to nobody in particular, "I'm looking for the Captain. I'm General Morgan of Tanglewood." His voice was muffled slightly by his mask, but he was loud enough that he would hopefully not have to repeat himself. Truth be told, he didn't have a clue about where he'd find their leader, so asking around would be the next best thing. He hoped for a peaceful greeting, but did not at all expect one given the two groups' current relationship.
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