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

private ; voice

[tentacruelest]

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

private ; voice

[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.

private ; voice

[tentacruelest]

Do yeh? I was a cruel bastard about it.

private ; voice

[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.

private ; voice

[tentacruelest]

They're already dead. They ain't using their souls, an' it was part o' the job to carry them off to where they needed to go.

private ; voice

[walkingmeltdown]

See, exactly. Then how does it even matter what you do? So long as the job gets done.

private ; voice

[tentacruelest]

The job wasn't getting done. I was leaving 'em to rot.

private ; voice

[walkingmeltdown]

And I guess they can't just fire you when you're the ferryman of the dead.

private ; voice

[tentacruelest]

No. But they cursed me into a monster.

private ; voice

[walkingmeltdown]

And what, then you ended up on the barge? Well no wonder you're ready to get out of here. Sounds like someone drew you a bad hand awhile back already.

private ; voice

[tentacruelest]

Hmph. Aye. It was time.

You've never seen me real, cursed face. This is some sort o' spell. I don't nearly look so human when not in disguise.

private ; voice

[walkingmeltdown]

And will that be fixed, by you getting to leave here? Or have you not found out yet?

private ; voice

[tentacruelest]

It'll be fixed when I go home and start doing the job again.

private ; voice

[walkingmeltdown]

Sorry to hear that. [Not really. Dun care.]

private ; voice

[tentacruelest]

Hmmph.

Best o' luck getting out, lad.

private ; voice

[walkingmeltdown]

Normally I try to make my own luck, but...given these circumstances? I'll take it.

Enjoy your freedom, sailor. Sorry you won't be getting to use it to retire.

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