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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.
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.
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:06 am (UTC)[Private]
Date: 2014-03-24 01:08 am (UTC)You said I'd do fine.
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:09 am (UTC)[Private]
Date: 2014-03-24 01:10 am (UTC)You said it and I've added it to the bucket list. No stopping it now.
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:12 am (UTC)[Private]
Date: 2014-03-24 01:13 am (UTC)[Private]
Date: 2014-03-24 01:16 am (UTC)[Private]
Date: 2014-03-24 01:18 am (UTC)He flashes a wink and a thumbs up, and kills the feed. It takes him almost half an hour, but he does eventually show up at Davy's cabin to knock.]
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:20 am (UTC)Decided to go out for lunch, while yeh were at it?
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:23 am (UTC)Okay one, you don't rush perfection. Two, I thought you were staying to the end of the month? Whaddayou care?
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:25 am (UTC)And when a captain asks yer presence, it's customary to oblige him.
[But the scowl he gives is a little light-hearted in nature, as he finally steps aside to allow Dean entrance. On top of the bunk lies Grace the cat. sprawled out in a furry heap and watching Dean with mild disinterest]
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:32 am (UTC)[Dean is unfazed by the scowl, and the criticism rolls right off; when he steps inside at the silent invitation, the hunter glances around with barely a pause for the cat. He's fine with cats, but more of a dog person, really.
Dean raises an eyebrow at the organ, considers a cheap pun, discards it. He already knew about the music anyway. Instead he glances back, raising the other eyebrow while he's at it.]
Besides, I thought you'd like a bit more time to brace for your I Told You So.
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:34 am (UTC)You've no call giving me any of that, boy. This graduation is a fluke.
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:41 am (UTC)But his expression turns comically skeptical.]
How'd you figure?
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Date: 2014-03-24 01:50 am (UTC)[ Spam ]
Date: 2014-03-24 01:59 am (UTC)[He shakes his head, begins pacing around as if there's anything to see in here that hasn't already made it back into the seachest. His hands stay in the pockets of his leather jacket.]
This place isn't supposed to change you that much. It never just goes away. I don't...
What happens here doesn't pave over the damn road. It just adjusts the curve a little bit, and you have to keep doing the rest yourself. [He doesn't look while he's talking; easier not to be so obvious when his eyebrows pull together more, when the corner of his mouth pulls down for a moment. He's thinking of the inmates he's seen graduate, of Kon, of Cain, of the Marquis, of Anya. Of Felix. They were never really different, after, at least not like Jones seems to think they should've been.
Just more of one aspect of themselves than the one they'd come on board as.] I guess it's still up to you if you want to keep whatever did change, or just go back to what you were doing before the second you're out the door.
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Date: 2014-03-24 11:41 am (UTC)[Sadly, there's little else still available to pack, save for that which is most precious to Jones; his smaller chest, that contains his heart. A faint thumping is heard from it even now]
I'm going back to a battle. It's possible I'll be dying in the same manner, in the same way. I'm not a loved creature, and I fully expect betrayal.
But if I die, I won't be returning to this godforsaken ship.
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Date: 2014-03-27 02:59 am (UTC)Protective and wary, and uncharacteristically - or maybe more characteristically than ever - serious.]
You can take people back with you, you know. I'd go back with you. Back your play, make people think twice about messing with you.
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Date: 2014-03-27 03:08 am (UTC)Boy, if I thought one man would make a diff'rence in all this, I would.
But no; I've got a ship full o'men to do my fighting for me. This won't be a battle won with swords. I'll have to be...ehh.
Diplomatic.
But if you want to come and die on a pirate ship bound for the bottom of the sea once it's been blown to pieces by an English cannon, yer welcome to it.
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Date: 2014-03-27 03:12 am (UTC)It's not as stupid as it sounds when you put it that way. The Admiral would pull me back here.
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Date: 2014-03-27 03:15 am (UTC)Stay here, Winchester. You belong here.
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Date: 2014-03-27 03:20 am (UTC)[Which he says with a quiet sound that is almost a laugh; ironic, really. Philosophers might be on to something. But he cuts a look back to Jones finally, measuring in a way few enough would suspect him of.]
Can you win?
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Date: 2014-03-27 03:23 am (UTC)But the Dutchman isn't like any other ship. If she's properly allied with the Brethren Court, who's to say which way the wind will blow?
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Date: 2014-03-27 03:26 am (UTC)But if you need backup, it's here. I'm sure I ain't the only one.
...though diplomacy ain't exactly my strong suit.
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Date: 2014-03-27 03:31 am (UTC)If matters sour, drowning's an awful way to go.
[This finally reminds Jones; he had a present to give Dean. Grumbling, he stands up and goes to his packed sea chest, rummaging through it. After a brief few seconds, he returns with a small leather pouch, crafted amateurishly but looking old and worn, held together by twine]
Here.
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