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

Private

[tentacruelest]

That I know. You and I are the only men on this barge who know what real sailing is.

Re: Private

[shakenandlimp]

You have got me maudlin as an officer's wife over it now. I'm going to the CTS-- if you decide you should join me I'll bring a few extra weapons for you to use inside.

Private

[tentacruelest]

Give me time to get up there. I'm not nearly as fast as yeh. Not on this ship.

Re: Private

[shakenandlimp]

I'll wait at the door to the upper decks; if I go alone it will probably give me a battery to storm again and to hell with storming batteries.

Private

[tentacruelest]

And it would not storm against me, you believe?

Re: Private

[shakenandlimp]

I hope you're too much of the sea for it to send you trudging up onto land after a shore battery.

Private

[tentacruelest]

Seeing as how I'm cursed not to step foot on land save once a decade, I can't see why it would.