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1st Wave

[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.

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For humiliation, insult, slavery, and death.

And where does Corporal Maladicta rank? She is one of Borogravia's finest, you know.

As this conversation drags on without end?

Humiliation, and slavery to the spoken word of women.

There are worse fates than that. But seeing as how you were so kind to name my Corporal, I would be happy to provide you with the written word of women. I promise you'll find it equal to our spoken word. In fact, I'd say it's even better since you can read it again whenever you'd like.

That's assuming that squidmen are able to read, of course. But if you're not, there's no shame in it. I know of many ruperts struggle with their letters and they're all quite obviously very well-educated, enlightened, and successful individuals.

Any decent Captain worth his boots knows how to read, girl.

Then you know any decent Captain worth his socks knows how to listen, sir.

Listen to what?

To who, sir. Not what, sir.

To you. But what do you have to say?

A great deal, sir. But it would seem you do not often think to ask, sir. An understandable mistake, sir, see it all the time.

Why do you insist on dropping sir at the end of every bloody sentence?

It's a sign of respect where I'm from, sir. You are a higher-ranking officer than myself, sir.

[With all sorts of sarcastic amusement]

Am I, now. And what rank do they afford you?

Sergeant, sir.

[And though Polly says this as though reporting back on the current weather conditions, she's 100% confident she's smarter and far more capable than Jones. So, let him mock it. She ain't bovvered.]