8th Wave

[tentacruelest]

Th' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.

[Private to Bush]

Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?

[Private to Arthas]

A word, my king.

[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]

Comments

[tentacruelest]

Not when you are resting at the bottom of the sea, unable to step foot on land for near of a decade. The men I encounter from the day to day are more often than not...not the chatty type.

[outofclothes]

So you're not completely bugfuck.

Good to know.

[tentacruelest]

If I was, would I be here?

[outofclothes]

...There's a guy here who eats people regularly. You really think there's some kind of exception?

[tentacruelest]

Other than that, I am led to believe he is completely sane. But he has not tried eating me, and he'd be more the fool if he had.

[outofclothes]

I'm pretty sure you'd just be eaten, Octopussy. Probably with some soy sauce and wasabi.

[tentacruelest]

He can try. It would not get him very far.

[outofclothes]

Maybe. Maybe not.

He's obviously pretty good at it though. You might not want to throw down the gauntlet like that.

[tentacruelest]

I've a fair adequacy at killing men meself. And the thickness of my skin does wonders for repelling blades.

[outofclothes]

Somehow, I don't think Dr. Lecter's the blade-wielding type.

[tentacruelest]

Isn't he, now? I seem to recall a number of men being slashed apart.

[outofclothes]

Knives really don't count for what you're talking about, Davy.

Unless you plan on being an unfair prick about it.

[tentacruelest]

Such is my duty, Stark.

[outofclothes]

Who would have thought Davy Jones was such a dick?

[tentacruelest]

All sailors know. It's quite a common part of the legend.

[outofclothes]

Well good on you for living up to expectations.

[tentacruelest]

Any other pointless drivel you wish to spit in my direction, Stark?

[outofclothes]

Not for the moment. But check in next week. You never know.

[tentacruelest]

Then be off with you.