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

PREPARE FOR SHENANIGANS

[tentacruelest]

Do not lie to me, Hector Barbossa, I can read your face as clear as day!

Are you this Admiral? Have you sought to imprison me here? You and your pirate lords?

[impure_tale]

If you could read my face so well as you think, you'd likely be blushing, mon capitaine.

I am not Hector Barbossa. People come and go here from time to time who look frighteningly like but I should hope I'm better groomed at the very least.

[And what might be noted after looking at him a little longer is that he does appear younger. And certainly smoother in complexion. Mid forties to early fifties at best.]

I am also not the Admiral. He doesn't visit people in person very often and when he does it's not a meeting well remembered.

[tentacruelest]

[Narrowing his pale eyes, Davy searches for the truth in the Marquis' face, sneering]

Magic, then. Magic is what's done this. Calypso's hand for sure.

[impure_tale]

I'm afraid I don't know much about that. Inmates come here when they die or are an inch from death, to win their lives back, rather than going to whatever Hell awaits them, if anything at all.

There used to be idealistic talk that if some poor damned soul passed with just one other wishing better for them, a ship such as this will save them and offer them that chance.

I'm not certain I believe it yet, as a graduate myself, but I have yet to see much that contracts it.

[tentacruelest]

This does nothing to explain your appearance, if you are not, in fact, Hector Barbossa, Pirate Lord of the Caspian Sea.

[impure_tale]

People mention multiple worlds because there are. Hector Barbossa, Pirate Lord of the Caspian Sea, is from your world, I would presume, and I am not, because my world is just a bit too practical for actual magic and all of -- well, this [gesturing at his face] to really exist in actuality and too preoccupied with pretending it does.

No, I was born into my title, and my lands nowhere near bodies of water approaching the size of a sea.

[tentacruelest]

Then you are a poor copy of a man I detest and nothing more. A shadow, a relic of the past who is more a curiosity than a person.

[impure_tale]

I find that rather unfair, seeing as I was here first.

[tentacruelest]

He is older.

[impure_tale]

I'm a very young looking seventy-nine years old.

[tentacruelest]

It matters not to me what you are or what age you claim to be. You're the spitting image of Hector Barbossa and I"m not yet convinced you aren't the same.

[impure_tale]

Have you been up on the main deck yet?

[tentacruelest]

Once. Only the once.

[impure_tale]

And so you are quite aware of the fact that there is no water under this ship to speak of, that we appear to sail on stars instead.

If such an impossible thing can occur how is it so far beyond the range of your imagination that two people might look exceedingly similar? That does not even require magic or faux divinity to explain. I'm a French aristocrat; we sleep with everything. Even if we were of the same world the notion of a few rankled, poorly-groomed bastards floating around near the colonies is hardly impossible.

[tentacruelest]

Or you know that I would gladly take you into my service in place of one of your underhanded, thieving friends.

[impure_tale]

If you think I'm afraid of being taken in any shape or form, that's just one more certainty that you do not know me at all.

[tentacruelest]

Are ye not afraid then? Not of anything, not of death?

[impure_tale]

I was born a mortal man and all mortal men fear death. The difference is that some choose to act or to embrace it in spite of their fear.

...I've passed a few times, now. Neither was especially pleasant.

[He pauses as though reminded of something.]

No, one of them was. But that's beside the point.

[tentacruelest]

And what would you say to a man if that man offered to forestall your day of judgement?

[impure_tale]

I would say to that man that he needs to get into a better line of work. First of all, this place does it better. Second, I don't believe in God. Third, I don't believe in final judgement.

[tentacruelest]

What you do or do not believe in does not make it cease to exist!

[impure_tale]

You may have a point, and on that note: Welcome to the Barge! You are an Inmate. You will eventually be assigned a Warden whose job is to guide and protect you as you redeem yourself.

No one is expecting you to become a saint, just a better man for your own sake. I trust you'll make yourself at home.

[tentacruelest]

[If possible, Davy seems to look even more offended at this, bristling]

I have no want or need for any warden!

[impure_tale]

So you'd like to posit that you are a perfectly contented, adjusted squid man who offers shady deals to complete strangers by taking advantage of a natural, mortal fear.

[tentacruelest]

I am not content, but neither do I need any leash-holdings by those who would seek to use and control me!