15th Wave

[tentacruelest]

[Valentines]

Sylvanas;
Stay true to yourself.
Keep a weather eye on the horizon.
I'll guide you through the storm.

William Bush;
You keep me ship-shape,
Even if I loathe you for it at times.
Steer fast and true



[Spam]

[at dinnertime, a new face appears in the pub. He's old and he's an inmate, fiddling with an odd pocketwatch with one hand and hugging a Maine Coon cat in the other. Still, he navigates the Barge like he's been here for months. If anyone were to look closely they might determine that it's Tentacle Beard himself, disguised as a human.

He drops down in a booth, setting the cat on the table, and begins to order drinks.

Lots and lots of drinks.

Midway through, he starts singing;]

What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor..

What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor..

What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor, ear-lye in the mor-nin'...

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[sickjoke]

Way, hey, and up she rises!

Way, hey, and up she rises!

Way, hey, and up she rises, early in the morning!

[ And that's a terrifying clownface that joins in, with singing and booze and a dropby. Chorus now handled, Davy can move on to lyrics about rusty razors and belly shaving. ]

[exnihilo]

Man. What wouldn't I do with a drunken sailor.

[But it's brashly roguish rather than actually lascivious. She leans against the booth and offers a hand casually for the cat to sniff. ]

Any of those drinks to share?

[hearrrtofgold]

[Duke is at the bar taste-tasting his whiskey when Jones starts singing, and he hums along with the first verse before joining in with his personal favorite.]

Soak him in oil till he sprouts a flipper,
Soak him in oil till he sprouts a flipper,
Soak him in oil till he sprouts a flipper,
Early in the morning.

Hi.