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

[pvtparts]

And impressive beaks. Perhaps that's why the squidman feels the need to yell so much.

An inadequate beak.

[deshabille]

He should supplement it in some way.

[pvtparts]

I'm not that well-read on sea-dwelling creatures to know of a good supplement.

[tentacruelest]

[Suddenly, instead of looking angry, Jones has that heartbroken, aching look about him. He answers quietly;]

Silence. The both of yeh.

[deshabille]

[Well, this is interesting. Mal cants her head.]

That was almost a polite request.

[tentacruelest]

You know nothing about what you prattle on about.

Be silent, for all that's good in the world.

[deshabille]

I know quite a lot about quite a lot of things. But, you're right, not this.

I'll be silent. [At least for the moment. She's gonna hassle the fuck out of you later on this subject, Davy.]