16th Wave

[tentacruelest]

So it would appear that your Capt. William Bush is not the lazy, rotten imbecile he'd have yeh believe. When push comes to shove, he gets his job done. I'm done with the damned Barge for good. Hang the lot of yeh, I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, you all deserve each other.

An' the next one of yeh who wants to mention tentacles to my face, I warn yeh that aye; I have regained the strength enough to kill a man in one blow.

I'll see this ship out to the end of the month and be on my way at earliest convenience.


[Private to Sylvanas]

My lady, I didnae expect this to be so soon. I won't trouble you for forgiveness. Ask anything of me and it will be done.

[Private to Dean]

Winchester. I expect you're purring like a cat right now.

Comments

[sickjoke]

Hey! Good for you, Cap'n.

[tentacruelest]

Good for Bush, yeh mean. He did most o' the heavy lifting.

[sickjoke]

I'm not entirely sure that's accurate.

[tentacruelest]

I'd prefer it if we called it that.

[sickjoke]

As you like, Cap'n.

[tentacruelest]

You're bloody cheerful for a man with no face.

[sickjoke]

Should I not be happy for you?

[tentacruelest]

I don't know what you ought to be.

[sickjoke]

Then I'll settle for being happy for you.

[tentacruelest]

You do that, Hood. I ain't stopping yeh.

[sickjoke]

I hope going home is good for you. If not, I can always put in a good word with Devil Ray and a shot at my world.

[tentacruelest]

With who?

[sickjoke]

Devil Ray. Rebel of the seas, terrible taste in helmets.

[tentacruelest]

...I think you're the last one to come talk to about terrible taste in helmets, Hood.

[sickjoke]

No, no, trust me. His helmet's terrible.

[tentacruelest]

I couldnae give a damn either way what ridiculous things a man chooses to put on his head.

[He lived through the powdered wigs era, after all]

[sickjoke]

Well, either way-- Devil Ray heads the rebellion against King Leviathan, who rules the seas with an iron fist. So, you know. If you ever want to fight evil, I can hook you up.

[tentacruelest]

I'll be fighting someone who already wants to rule the sea. He isn't a king, but he'd like to think he is.

[sickjoke]

Oh. Well, good luck with that in your world!

[tentacruelest]

Aye. Likely I'll die just as quick, but hopefully it won't be back to the Barge again.

[sickjoke]

Or maybe you'll survive to go on to glorious adventures. [ Gotham optimis: they are not extinct. ]

[tentacruelest]

I'm old, lad. My adventuring days are long behind me. Now I'm lucky to be a glorified ferryman.

[sickjoke]

Well, then-- I'll hope for the best in your fight, and that you can retire to some happy isle.

[tentacruelest]

[Giving a bit of a snort, Jones waves off Hood]

Aye. That'd be something to see.

Yer well wishes are welcome.

[If a little naive and optimistic for his tastes]

[sickjoke]

[ He's from Gotham; he knows it is. But he's going to wish for it for Davy anyway. ]

Good luck and Godspeed, sir.