3rd Wave

[tentacruelest]

[Jones is a deep, deep sleeper but he wakes with the sunrise. Each day is a new, hellish experience on the Barge but he scowls and stomps his way through them regardless.

Imagine his surprise when this morning he opens his door - releasing a small flood of his usual seawater, which, thanks to Maintenance, is contained by a make-shift dam - and spots children running about.

Not the handful of children he knows to be part of the Barge. New ones. And smaller people are easier to bully than full-grown ones.

Resolving to go about his day unbothered by the mechanics of the Admiral, Davy instead storms his way to the mess hall, literally using his claw to forcefully swat aside anyone smaller than four feet]


I'll thank whoever remains their true, full size to keep the vast majority of whelps under control. I've a mind to toss them over the side one by one; no ship is in need of this many cabin boys. No navy is.

Mind your brats. Or I will.

Comments

[tentacruelest]

Dean Winchester?

[surfaceshine]

Yes.

[princelingofpuzzles]

Oh. So I can touch the claw? I wanted to touch your face, but that's cool too.

[chlorophylliac]

Enough to kill you without breaking a sweat.

[justplaying]

[You swat at him and you will get claws in your face, Davy. Just saying. He's over four feet but he's still a kid. Also he skulks, which puts him at shorter than his full height.]

Try it. I dare you.

I was wondering why everything smelled like fish.

[tentacruelest]

You think death would frighten me?

[tentacruelest]

Hahaha.


Hahahahaha.


Run off, Winchester. Run off before I take it in mind to cleave your head from your shoulders.

Private threadjack

[chlorophylliac]

He means he's going to hit you. Probably hard enough to break your jaw, if not kill you.

Stop asking for it.

[Ugh looking out for Nygma. Now she feels dirty.]

[tentacruelest]

There will be no touching involved, unless it's me leaning out to strike at you for your impudence.

[tentacruelest]

[He's heard worse insults from better; now that Davy knows that these children are all past recreations of present people, he narrows his eyes, attempting to sort Victor out]

And what do they call you, you overgrown bilge rat?

[deadliestviper]

No you won't. You'll send them to me.

[chlorophylliac]

I'm not trying to frighten you. I'm stating a fact.

[tentacruelest]

Gladly. In how many pieces?

[impure_tale]

Bonjour!

[tentacruelest]

If you've a mind to spend a week in the brig for it, by all means.

[tentacruelest]

[Startled out of his complaining, Davy halts mid-rant at Ivy, and throws a bewildered look this child's way. He seems to try to start a sentence a number of times, before giving up and in frustration, tips his hat to the child in question]

[chlorophylliac]

Keep your appendages to yourself, and I won't have to take the negligible risk of being punished for stopping you.

[justplaying]

An' why should I tell you? Just gonna try t'haul me over, ain't ya?

[tentacruelest]

Keep the brats from getting underfoot and you'll not need to take the risk at all.

[tentacruelest]

I'll haul you over for your mouth alone if you don't tell me your name.

[deadliestviper]

So much as touch a hair on one of their heads and we'll have a crab bake-off.

[bitofabastard]

[Stark was sitting at a table by the doorway when Davy came plodding along.]

Ugly and smelly. You must be a real hit with the ladies around here, aren't you?

Private threadjack

[princelingofpuzzles]

But I haven't done anything to deserve being hit.

Private

[chlorophylliac]

He doesn't care.

[tentacruelest]

I'm not thinking of harming a one of them. I'm thinking of making this passage all the better by chaining them to the mainmast or to the brig doors and getting on with our day.