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]

[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]

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

Your choices are limited, Captain. You can dump the cat at his feet, or you can keep it.

[Sorry, she's not going to volunteer to take the cat in. She already has a pet she's not mentally capable of properly caring for. ]

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

[He continues to glare at the cat, who stares back, silent and reserved]

What do I do with it? If I aim to...keep it.

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

Feed it. Clean up after it. Give in to it's demands for attention.

[Hey it's a cat. What did you expect her to say?]

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

[He scowls at it, making a swipe with his arms in the hopes of driving it off the seachest. The cat leans back, but otherwise doesn't bat an eye]

It'll get underfoot. An' it won't appreciate water.

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

I believe you're giving this argument to the wrong person.

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

[He pauses, accepting the truth of this statement]

...Aye. I'll be taking this up with my warden. He won't be getting away with this.

[Private Voice]

[forsaken_queen]

Best of luck, Captain.

[Private Voice]

[tentacruelest]

Thank yeh.