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?

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[mirabilis]

[ Well, that she can understand, as gruff as it is ]

And yet I still have a grasp of English. [ Sorry, Jones, it's still French ] Is there anything at all?

[tentacruelest]

Woman, I do not speak French. Tell me what yeh want.

[mirabilis]

It would seem that I can't.

[ It's said with a small shake of her head. Sigh ]

You're upset.

[tentacruelest]

[If he could understand, Jones would give a snort about the obvious. He is usually upset.

Here, he gives a gruff snarl]

What d'yeh want, wench?