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]

You're the little corporal what goes around with her beloved sergeant. The two ah you, thorns in my side from the day we first met.

[fuckvelvet]

I'm no soldier.

[tentacruelest]

Yeh will be. All in due time.

[fuckvelvet]

So you're some kind of seer. Not about the thorn part - I'd hope I already am.

[tentacruelest]

No; just woefully, gainfully informed.

[fuckvelvet]

How difficult information must be for you.

[tentacruelest]

And I see the years have done nothing to dull my hatred of that slimy tone of yours.

[fuckvelvet]

I'd assume, if you hate the me that's a soldier, you'd hate the me that I am now more. At least soldiers have some discipline.

[tentacruelest]

If you've discipline, I've yet to see it.

[fuckvelvet]

I think I must have discipline if the version of me you know hasn't attacked you yet.

[tentacruelest]

Do you have a mind to attack me, witch?

[fuckvelvet]

Of course. You're loud and annoying.

[tentacruelest]

Do so and I'll clock you 'round the side of your pale head.

[fuckvelvet]

You can try!

[tentacruelest]

Do not test me.

[fuckvelvet]

Don't you test me.

[tentacruelest]

I would not lower myself to that level of sub-dignity.

[fuckvelvet]

All talk.

[tentacruelest]

As you like to believe, wench.

[fuckvelvet]

Then act.

[tentacruelest]

Not today; I've been promised a gift of my own sword if I stow my rage.

[fuckvelvet]

Coward.

[tentacruelest]

I'm far too old and dead to be drawn out by such weak insults.

[fuckvelvet]

Old, dead, and boring.

[tentacruelest]

Yes; so off, find someone more interesting and involved and with more patience to listen to you prattle on.