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?]

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[routemistress]

Love you too, Spongebob.

[tentacruelest]

Silence, Wildthyme. I don't recall being overtly friendly to you, flood or not.

[routemistress]

I expect you were just shy, lovey.

[tentacruelest]

More like I had the sense not to speak with you when you were madder than normal.

[routemistress]

Awww, I know it's 'ard being a sensitive lad like you are. And there's all them barnacles. I know you're just a big soft cockle underneath that 'ard shell, though.

[tentacruelest]

Think of me as soft and it will prove a fatal mistake, in the end. I might feel tempted to showcase my true cruelty.

[outofclothes]

Perish the thought, Octopussy.

[tentacruelest]

Stark. Come out to play at last? Or are yeh content to hide from the thrashing you sound deserve?

[routemistress]

Ooooh, is that a promise, petal?

[tentacruelest]

It is.

And if you know a thing about pirates at all, you'll know that Davy Jones always keeps his promises.

[pvtparts]

Would that be such a terrible thing to have friends, sir?

[routemistress]

I shall look forward to it. Not a lot. I don't reckon you're really the creative type.

[tentacruelest]

Given the pool of people provided to me, I would rather suffer eternity in my own Locker than befriend a one of you.

[outofclothes]

You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed me.

[tentacruelest]

There are only so many ways to break a spirit on a ship.

[tentacruelest]

I missed the thought of crushing your throat in my claw until yeh turned blue in the face. Yes.

[pvtparts]

So you'd rather make enemies of them all and make your life here incredibly difficult and lonely instead.

[routemistress]

It's actually bloody hilarious that you imagine you could ever break mine, you great crusty sea-trout.

[outofclothes]

Oh Octopussy, I'm not nearly drunk enough for pretty lines like that to work on me.

[tentacruelest]

My life has always been incredibly difficult and lonely. But it still would be preferable to befriending the likes of which stalk about this boat.

[tentacruelest]

Aye. P'haps not yours.

But one of your harem of boys yeh surround yourself with; that, I could do.

[tentacruelest]

Then it looks like you've got some work and time ahead of yeh until that happens, boy.

[routemistress]

I doubt it very much, lovey. They're chosen with a lot more care and attention than you might think.

[tentacruelest]

It's the same with any hunter. Yeh pick the weakest, smallest one from the pack, separate him, and drag him away.

Look to your boys, Wildthyme. Which one's at most risk for being picked off?

[routemistress]

It's not what I think that's relevant, chuck; it's what you think. I don't think anyone I love's susceptible to your shenanigans. Be amusing to see who you misread badly enough to try for.