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

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

There are camels where I came from. [Which clearly matters more.]

Lords always give commands. Most of them shouldn't be followed.

[tentacruelest]

You are not trying to insult yourself. A proper insult is one that cuts the recipient to the quick because there is a grain - or more than a grain - of truth to it.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I learned camel cunt from sailors. [Which is sort of like her asking what would be good.]

[tentacruelest]

Then they hadn't the creativity you'd give a shark.

The game is simple. You spot flaws and yeh attack them. Same as you would with a sword.

For example, if you were any sort of feminine creature you'd burst into tears if I decided to call you a weedy, urchin-snouted stringy-haired barnacle of so little consequence you wouldn't be worth the trouble of sheering off the side of my ship.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Okay, she laughs at that. And at t his point isn't sure if she likes him or hates him, go figure.]

Good thing I'm not any sort of stupid feminine creature, then.

[tentacruelest]

No; I can't sense a lick of femininity about you.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Good.

[tentacruelest]

Worked hard to scourge yourself of your own parts?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

The only part I need is my sword.

[tentacruelest]

So yeh can do without your head, your heart, your kidneys?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You're being stupid again.

[tentacruelest]

I'm only taking you at the word you've given me.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Ladies don't get to be knights, or have adventures, or get revenge. They marry princes and lords and have babies.

If that's what a lady is, then I'm not going to be one. I have a sword, and that's all that really matters.

[tentacruelest]

You're a girl and a wench. It's a different thing from a lady.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I'm a Stark. I was going to be a lady.

What's the difference between a girl and a wench?

[tentacruelest]

Not a fair amount. Yeh wouldn't call a lady a wench.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Then what makes a wench a wench?

[tentacruelest]

Pirate girls tend towards wenches. Peasant ones, too. They're the ones who'd take insult at being called ladies.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Anyone should take insult to that.

[tentacruelest]

I was once made aware of a lady what turned wench later on in life.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Then she was one of the smart ones.

[tentacruelest]

She was a fair fighter, but she hadn't the experience.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I'll have the experience.

[tentacruelest]

Will ye live long enough to learn it?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

...I don't know if I'm growing, here.