14th Wave

[tentacruelest]

[Spam]

[This week on the Barge, an older, somewhat new face is lurking about, obsessively checking a fob watch chained to his pocket and walking awkwardly through the halls. Those who were here in October during the mirror Barge may recognize the man as a disguised Davy Jones, struggling to grow comfortable in his human skin. He still limps carefully, but seems to be enjoying his relative anonymity]


[Private to Sylvanas; Voice]

D'yeh have a moment to spare for an old sailor, m'lady?

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[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

[Even if Davy wasn't aware of this phrase already, he still would be suspicious due to the Emperor's meddling]

Yeh ain't fine. None of us are.

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

Then why ask, if you already know the answer?

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

Thought I was giving you the chance to tell me what was on yer mind. If there was anything to do that was in my power.

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

There's is nothing on my mind that is new. And unless you can convince the wardens to stop interfering, then no, there's nothing you can do.

[She's saying things that, in the right tone, could be called snappish, but hers is just flat in it's delivery. She's only stating facts.]

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

[Jones is naturally prickly, but he'll put up with a great deal and more from Sylvanas. He merely makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds like agreement]

Which wardens would those be?

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

Zane and Winchester in particular seem to enjoy getting in my way.

[Sometimes literally, Dean.]

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

Winchester's a bloody nuisance. What's he done? I can dangle him over the side by his ankles, that'd clear his manners up.

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

[That... almost makes her smile. Almost. ]

He stood in my way at port.

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

Was he affected or was he being his usual idiotic self?

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

He fell over, but it did little to change him.

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

No. That kind of stubborn stupidity is hard to lose.

And Zane?

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

[Stubborn stupidity is right. He walked in front of a drawn bow. ]

My Warden is tenacious. Like those who came before him, he swears he can "help". He offered me his life.

[She's still a bit offended by that too. ]

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

His life is not worth anything to yeh. He's a fool too. But mostly a harmless one.

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

Harmless or not, he's under foot.

[And a little to quick to request her resurrection.]

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

I can keep him occupied for a time, if yeh'd like some peace.

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

Peace?

[The way she says it, it sounds almost like she laughed. A cracked, broken laugh. Not really an amused sound, more like a brief exposure of the state of her mind.]

You'd need to steal his item for that. [If Zane doesn't have it, he can see she's dead. ] It's too fleeting a thing to ask that of you.

[It's not on an equivalent level as stealing his heart back. She'll wait to call in that favor. ]

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

I'd do it. Say the word and I'd be there at his door. He-

[Jones pauses, and shifts behind him. Something has distracted him from his plots against Zane]

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

Captain?

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

....Bush. He's done it. He threatened t' do it and he's gone and done it.


I'll kill 'im for this.

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

What's he done now?

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

[With a snarl, Davy goes to turn on his camera...and hesitates. He's still in human garb, after all. Finally, he just twists the camera to put himself behind it and turn it on the offending party;

A cat.

A Maine Coon, to be exact, sitting rather neatly on the end of Davy's sea chest and staring at him with the judgmental stare only a cat can bring]

I told him. I told him I neither wanted nor needed a pet!

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

[Well that certainly is a cat. A big one too, though still clearly a domestic breed. ]

And you expected him to listen?

[Really, Jones, he's a Warden. Why are you even surprised? ]

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

[The cat remains unimpressed by the sputtering, enraged Davy. It licks a paw, watching both him and Sylvanas on the screen behind him]

I expected him not t'trust me with another living creature!

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

If you don't want it, give it back to him.

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

If he didn't listen to me about getting it, why would he take it back?

[Notice in no way did Davy say he didn't want it]