10th Wave

[tentacruelest]

The cacophony of noise here is growing worse. Stow your bleating, lambs, or I'll cast yeh overboard to fill your jabbering mouths with seawater.


[Never mind that they're not even sailing over water at the moment. Jones can understand English, but is speaking in Scots Gaelic]



[Private to Sylvanas]

If yeh would oblige me a moment, m'lady..? I've something you might like to see.

[Private to Bush]

Yeh've been quiet, Warden. Plotting something?

Comments

Private

[shakenandlimp]

He'd more likely take your position. The men always were fond of him. [He doesn't rise to this bait, at least.]

Private

[tentacruelest]

He'd have t'stab me to do it. Mutiny's a mite more complicated aboard the Dutchman. Yeh'd have to carve your own heart out in order to seal it.

Re: Private

[shakenandlimp]

Perhaps he's already managed it and it's him ferrying sailors about in my day.

Private

[tentacruelest]

If he is, then he'd be the one to have stabbed the boy William Turner. And for that, I'd thank him.

Re: Private

[shakenandlimp]

If Turner is commanding you shouldn't meet him to thank him. It means you are still here, I suppose. If that's how it works.

Private

[tentacruelest]

If we are speaking of second chances - and if I were, by some miracle, to want and earn it - then the only places left for me are either the Dutchman or Hell. There will be no place for me on my ship unless I murder the boy, and that would send me straight back here.

Although the thought appeals; let Turner serve his time on the Barge. We could make it cyclical.

Private

[shakenandlimp]

And asking for your life back is only for wardens to do, I see. Not good enough for you.

Private

[tentacruelest]

My life was worth nothing to anyone. It is not worth the trouble of demanding back.

Private

[shakenandlimp]

Then maybe Turner will berth us together as dead men bound for wherever we're bound, when the time comes we go back. I shouldn't be sorry for the chance to vex you to the last.

Private

[tentacruelest]

Turner will be set free in ten years' time, if his love remains true. It is my fondest wish she doesn't. Let him feel the sting of loss.

And he will not see fit to carry me anywhere. He would take you gladly; I will be left to rot, as I allowed so many to do so in my stead. A fitting, poetic end.

Re: Private

[shakenandlimp]

Poetry. Hmph. No time for it.

Private

[tentacruelest]

So you see why I am not as anxious to leave this Barge as you might be.

Private

[shakenandlimp]

I might be, but I'm not. It's very flattering you think I'm so badly missed, though.

Private

[tentacruelest]

Not at all flattering. You are bound for better things. Things forever closed to creatures like me.

Private

[shakenandlimp]

You positively sound like you like me, at times.

Private

[tentacruelest]

I've been forced to serve many a cruel master as heartless as myself. You are...I would not say soft.

But you are a cut above your typical meandering brood of drunks and tyrants.

Private

[shakenandlimp]

[Bush cannot be sure if he is being lead down the path, or if that is something like honest.]

I'm still setting you to cleaning the heads for what you've done, so don't grow too fond.

Private

[tentacruelest]

I once had a man instruct me to murder my own pet. Cleaning the heads is undignified, but honest. I suppose I should count myself lucky yeh aren't in a hanging sort of mood.

Private

[shakenandlimp]

We'll have to have more sea-room between us and that other barge before I find myself in that mood over such a little thing.

Private

[tentacruelest]

Arthas and Riddick will come wandering back for their revenge soon enough. Do not interfere.

Re: Private

[shakenandlimp]

I won't stop you from dueling, but Lord, do it with a second and the same choice of weapons.

As for murder, it's my duty they don't, whether you like it or not.

Private

[tentacruelest]

Arthas had his fair chance. I was unarmed whereas he possessed knife and sword. I am not permitted weapons.

You're liable to get caught in the middle and killed for your foolishness.

Private

[shakenandlimp]

If you arrange a formal duel I'll provide weapons and your second. A real duel, not brawling.

Private

[tentacruelest]

I don't think a formal duel is much for either of us dishonorable men. We take what we like and damn the rules.

Private

[shakenandlimp]

Even as it's inconvenient. Well, you are devoted to being badly civilized. Even if you ain't very practical.