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.

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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[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.

[tentacruelest]

And if there were any justice in this loathesome world to be had, I'd succeed.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

There is no justice in the world.

[tentacruelest]

No, there is not. Only the justice men make for themselves.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

That's right. And I don't like your justice.

[tentacruelest]

I only make justice on my own ship. Here, I deal out the cruelty of life as those should come to expect it.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You're a camel cunt who bullies other people.

[tentacruelest]

And you're a girl who wants a bad whipping.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You'd be without all those tentacles before you even lifted a hand.

[tentacruelest]

And you'd be without your pretty face.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

A girl has no face.

[tentacruelest]

What's that mouth attached to, talking out to me then?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You stupid.

[tentacruelest]

I'm looking at your face right now, whelp.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You don't even know who the Faceless Men are.

[tentacruelest]

No. And I don't care to, not unless they make a habit of dying overseas.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Then you're an idiot. All things are good to know.

[tentacruelest]

Things on land hold no meaning for me.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Then you don't mind when people on land are smarter than you.

[tentacruelest]

I am well aware there are those who are smarter than me.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Good. You'd be hopeless if you were that dumb.

[tentacruelest]

[Talking with Arya is frustrating and exhausting; at last, Jones sags his shoulders in defeat]

Enough, child.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She is counting that as a win. Sorry, Davy.]

I'm not a child, I'm practically a woman grown. Why is your face like that?

[tentacruelest]

A woman is not much better than a child.

Because it is cursed to be.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

She is when she can fight like a man.

[That seems like a legit enough explanation.] How do you uncurse it?