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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.

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walkingmeltdown

What did you have to do, to convince them you were ready to 'graduate'?

Because otherwise you sound as if you view this place for what it really is. I'm wondering where that give and take lies.

[He'd rather force his way out than resort to trickery. But if things get desperate...well. Suppose it's an option.]

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tentacruelest

I didnae do a damned thing. I didn't bloody want to convince 'em I was ready.

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walkingmeltdown

And yet.

[An implied skeptical eyebrow raise, in that tone. There must be something more, and he fully expects Jones to elaborate.]

So, Bush was your warden. How did that go?

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tentacruelest

An' yet nothing. I'm no more diff'rent than the man I was months ago. Maybe a little easier to get along with, now that I'm not killing men for looking at me wrong.

Fine. Fine enough. He's a good man, Bush, even if he is scared to dream big.

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walkingmeltdown

I guess that would count as an improvement, then. [Dry.] Still I confess I believe it seems a little hard to swallow. Would have thought there'd have to be a little more buckling down.

Can't be blamed too much for that, being literally stuck in the past and all. But he didn't strike me as the particularly lighthearted sort. I'll bet he was a real taskmaster.

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tentacruelest

I've had my suspicions about it, aye. But I'll take my good fortune and leave while I can.

Not if you knew what real taskmasters are. He's a Navy man, and they can be damned cruel beasts. But he knew what fairness was, an' that's a rare thing among his breed.

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walkingmeltdown

Can't say I really blame you for that. I'll try not to be too jealous of your good fortune. [And fail miserably. His throat threatens to close up with the thickness of his bitter envy, should he let the thought linger too long.]

You seem to have far more experience with it than I have. So I will simply yield to your...expertise. [Can't hide that slight sneer in his voice, though.]

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tentacruelest

Try. Can't say I can offer any advice, not knowing how I managed it meself.

He's a good man, Bush. They don't make them like him any longer.

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walkingmeltdown

Well at least you're honest about it. [Now he's just getting petulant, really. He shuts up before he winds up asking 'Then what good are you?']

You sound almost as if you're from the same world, or the same time.

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tentacruelest

We're near about eighty years apart, but life on the sea travels slower than that on land. That, I think was our best bond. Both of us are woefully out o' our depth when it comes to modern advantages.

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walkingmeltdown

Yes, I would imagine that that would be a bit...confusing. So clearly somebody was thinking it through a bit, when they stuck the both of you together.

[Interesting. Maybe he needs to look a little more into the specific pairings in the future.]

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tentacruelest

Aye. We were able to struggle through this voyage together, for the most part. Barring, o'course, the time I murdered him out of spite.

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walkingmeltdown

I imagine that couldn't have done well for your working relationship.

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tentacruelest

He didn't hang me in turn. We worked through it.

From:

walkingmeltdown

That was very sporting of him. [Just...keep humoring these people and their crazy, really. God, he's getting so tired of all this.]

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tentacruelest

It was fair.

I'll be returning for his soul, in time.

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walkingmeltdown

His... [Okay, that's a little weird, and a bit of a new one still.] What, are they something you collect?

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tentacruelest

Aye. That was my job, in my world. I collect souls of men what died at sea. Like my warden.

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walkingmeltdown

[Hannibal Lecter, and Spock, and now this. He might be resting his forehead in his hand with his eyes closed now. 'Why me.']

...I see.

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tentacruelest

Do yeh? I was a cruel bastard about it.

From:

walkingmeltdown

[Dropping his hand he gives the communicator an incredulous, scoffing look, even if Jones can't see it.]

Is there a 'cruelty-free' way to go about it? Collecting dead men's souls? I imagine that would rather come with the territory.