1st Wave

[tentacruelest]

[Down in the depths of Zero sits a sulking, furious squid creature, wrapping his tentacle-like hand around his communicator. Davy Jones has been looking it over for the past day, and is thus far unimpressed. A way to talk to the rest of the crew? What was the point? They had nothing worthwhile to discuss]


Pardon the intrusion of an old pirate captain, but I believe I've requested to see his grace the Admiral, if he so deigns to get his fat arse off the bridge and address my concerns.

Bah - you think a day's stay in the brig will ease th' way of our voyage together? You think your pathetic lot of untested boys, women and slaves is enough to keep Davy Jones at bay for long? You're more of a fool than I'd taken you for.

And the next bilge rat what comes down here prattling on about inmates and other worlds is the next I mark for death.

Riddick - I name ye. Dean Winchester - I name ye too.

Comments

[hellofist]

Suggest you stop... acting like this, it's not new. Not impressive. Stupid. No one cares.

[tentacruelest]

Do not presume to command me, girl.

[hellofist]

[LOKI IS THAT YOU WHEN DID YOU BECOME A SQUIDMAN???]

Didn't. Suggestions aren't commands.

My name is Cassandra.

[Call her girl again and she'll pop some of those tentacles off for calamari.]

[tentacruelest]

Your name means nothing to me, and neither do your suggestions.

[hellofist]

You know, doesn't have to... suck, here. Making it worse for yourself.

[tentacruelest]

I do not need your advice.

[hellofist]

No, you really do.

[tentacruelest]

Give it to someone else. But I will not stand here and be lectured by an infant.

[hellofist]

Haven't figured out... hanging up, yet?

[tentacruelest]

Only a small matter of trial and error.