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.

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[forsaken_queen]

[It's almost as if his question makes her toll flair up a little, to show him just how keen her memory is. But it's just that her focus is brought back to those hurts, certainly. Still she has to clench her jaw not to make a pained sound. ]

Very well, actually. But that life is dead and gone.

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[tentacruelest]

[Aye, there's still weakness in Sylvanas' bones. But for now, Jones stays silent on the issue]

It doesn't have to be.

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[forsaken_queen]

You don't have any idea what you're talking about.

[One might be able to blame the flare in temper to irritability from the toll, but really, the snappish tone comes from a far less physical pain. The only reason she didn't actually shout or snarl at him is because he is her friend, and he means well.]

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[tentacruelest]

Don't I?

[He has, after all, been a prisoner of his own making for decades. But Jones supposes it can't compare]

Forgive me. I'm sorry.

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[forsaken_queen]

No. You don't. None of you can understand.

[It's not his fault. Her situation is unique. Only one person that she knows of has any real idea of what it's truly like for her. And they aren't exactly friends.

If she had breath, she would sigh to expell the tension. But as it stands, all she can do is soften her tone somewhat.]

You're concern is appreciated, Captain.

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[tentacruelest]

[Jones thinks of bringing up what Arthas told him, but in the end figures it would only sour their departure all the more, and stays silent]

Do yeh feel nearer to your freedom than when you first arrived?

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[forsaken_queen]

Freedom is an impossible dream, and the dead cannot dream at all.

I know where this talk is coming from, but I absolve you of any misplaced guilt about escaping this place on your own. This is how it we were always destined to part ways, Captain.

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[tentacruelest]

Aye. I had only wished it t'other way around.

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[forsaken_queen]

Don't condemn yourself for my sake, even in passing.

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[tentacruelest]

It weren't fair, though. That I leave and you should not.

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[forsaken_queen]

Life is unfair, Captain. That's just how it works.

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[tentacruelest]

Death worse, at times.

If yeh should ever find yerself on the sea, give word to any sailor yeh meet. An' when they die, I'll hear their news.

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[forsaken_queen]

[She lets it go. Death is actually the ultimate fairness, because everything dies some day, but today is not the day to have this debate.]

If the opportunity arises, I will remember that.

[This was it then. She draws herself up straight, making her body obey her will. She does a salute, bringing her right fist to her left shoulder in a right angle.]

Al diel shala, Captain. Shorel'aran.

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[tentacruelest]

[No, it isn't. And despite the warning pulling at him given by Arthas, Jones doesn't feel that leaving on such a sour note is wise]

[He draws himself up to attention and gives his old salute, bowing his head slightly and touching his brow]

...Aye.