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

[runslikethewind]

I would say no, seeing as I've never heard of the West Indies or the African continent.

[tentacruelest]

All men die. It matters not where they come from or what they do. All their sins are the same.

[runslikethewind]

We've established how you feel about Man, yes. But I'm asking about races not of Man. There are many. [ Obviously. Just look at who's talking to him.]

[tentacruelest]

I know not of any races not of man except the occasional mermaid, and I don't trouble myself over the likes of them.

[runslikethewind]

I'm of a different race. And there are gnomes, trolls, murlocs, naga, really the list is quite long.

[tentacruelest]

Perhaps in your world. Mine's run differently. The world of men has eliminated its competition.

[runslikethewind]

What competition?

[tentacruelest]

Who rules the lands and the seas.

[runslikethewind]

I mean who were their competitors?

[tentacruelest]

Dragons, sea monsters, mermaids, all of the sea.

There is...there was a kraken, once.

[runslikethewind]

How did they manage to beat all the dragons?

[tentacruelest]

Pushed them out, killed their food source, formed teams to take them down. Yeh can kill most anything you set your mind to, provided time and resources.

[runslikethewind]

Are you saying that the dragons didn't fight back in force? [Because that is the only thing that makes sense, even though it doesn't really.]

[tentacruelest]

They may have, in their own time. Before mine.

[runslikethewind]

Dragons are powerful, magical beings. They wield the very powers of Creation and Destruction. I just don't see how, if they were threatened, they could be taken down by mere mortals.

[tentacruelest]

You're speaking of gods, not dragons. Dragons have little cosmic power.

[runslikethewind]

No, I'm not. Dragons have a great deal of cosmic power. It was granted to them by the Titans.

[tentacruelest]

I know of no titans.

[runslikethewind]

I wouldn't image so. They're only legend to us as it is.

[tentacruelest]

Then why choose to bother me with your imagined stories?

[runslikethewind]

It's not imagined. And you're the one who brought it up in the first place.

[tentacruelest]

I merely followed along with your inane questioning.

Now I have a question of my own;

What are you?

[runslikethewind]

[If her questions were so inane, why did he bother to follow? But she takes the higher road and does not stick her tongue out at him.]

Quel'dore, a High Elf.

[tentacruelest]

I'm curious as to what the Low Elves must look like.

[runslikethewind]

They have blue or purple toned skin, and their eyes are white. And they grow as tall and as beastly as Trolls.