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

[jumpeduplittleshit]

This is no navy, anyway. [And you are weird looking. Have a James Bond who has even less self preservation sense.]

What are you?

[tentacruelest]

No, it's not. Even the navy has better ways of treating their prisoners.


I am the stuff of legend and nightmares, boy. And I know your face.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Bullshit. You look like you lost a fight with an octopus.

[tentacruelest]

Or perhaps I won the fight and claimed its likeness for a trophy.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Then you're dumber than you look.

[tentacruelest]

You think to irritate me into action?

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Just pointing out a fact, mate.

[tentacruelest]

I did not, in fact, keep one for my trophy. What you see before you is a cursed creature.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Didn't need you to tell me that. So what's the curse?

[tentacruelest]

I cannae step on land but once every ten years.

And I will look like this until I do what I've been sworn to do and did not.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

So what the hell were you sworn to do?

[tentacruelest]

Ferry the dead from this world to the next; all the souls that died at sea.

Honestly, boy, do they not teach you anything?

[jumpeduplittleshit]

They teach me real shit, not stupid pirate mythology. Who are you, Davy Jones?

[tentacruelest]

Who, indeed.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

...You're fucking me around.

[tentacruelest]

Look at my face and tell me the truth of it.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

I don't know, maybe you're some alien from a water planet where everyone has a fucking squid on their face. [But Davy Jones is not less believable than that, so.]

So why'd you stop ferrying?

[tentacruelest]

Don't ye start inventing fantasies now. I'm from the same planet as you.

Bitterness, lad.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Doubt that very much.

Bitterness over what?

[tentacruelest]

Over things best left in the past. Read a book, it'll be good for yeh.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Don't be a wanker. You can't drop hints and then not tell me.

[tentacruelest]

It is NOT a story I like repeating!

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Yeah, well I'm going to bother you until you do.

[tentacruelest]

You're far too young. Come back to me when you understand life's cruelties better.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

I understand them just fine! [He's snarling that out; James does not keep his cool as much as he thinks he does.]