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3rd Wave

[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.

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Perhaps I'll throw you first, whelp.

You think to irritate me into action?

[Glowy eyes, long long ears, impractically styled clothes. You can do it Davy. ^_~]

That's Lady Windrunner to you, sir. And I wasn't telling you, I was warning you.

'Merican Government, of course. I don't know if this place is under their jurisdiction though.

...yes, it is.

Follow the stairs up to the deck and you'll find it.

[She smiles, lips still pressed together, and she knows it's a bad time because she doesn't know yet if Lark or Chris or Jesse are affected - but she's not, and she has Nymeria and Needle.]

You'd try.

Just pointing out a fact, mate.

Pick on someone your own size, captain.

Is the greenhouse set up for kids?

Why's your beard move like that? [He's a kid and exceptionally young. He sees people faces before he sees anything out of the ordinary.]

Yes.

I've done this before, for much longer.

Bullshit.

My goodness. Could it be the flood?

[He may have been flood affected, but his core snarky personality remains the same.]

You will have noticed the children resemble our usual friends quite closely.

They are not my friends.

And if they had half a brain between them all, they'd have realized it would be beneficial to their continued living arrangements on this mortal plane to stay out of my way.