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

[silvestris]

You don't want to do that.

[tentacruelest]

Don't I, now? And are you the one who's going to stop me?

[silvestris]

Well, if the mob doesn't tear you apart first... I do love seafood.

[tentacruelest]

[A dark, evil chuckle in response to this]

I think I might be more of a mouthful than you bargained on.

[silvestris]

I could always wait for you to get worn down by how helpless you are here.

[tentacruelest]

Better sailors and monsters than your admiral have tried, girl. I have experienced the worst sort of helplessness. Life is one long march of pain, and I have not triumphed, but endured.

[silvestris]

Spoken like a true masochist. Now I understand.

[tentacruelest]

I have endured, but not by choice.

[silvestris]

You can't die. [She's known vampires here, but they're still mortal. More mortal than she has been; a stake or some sun and they're gone for good. She just keeps getting back up.]

Why? I mean, how did that- happen? Were you born that way?

[tentacruelest]

No. Not by ordinary means.


It's not a tale I particularly enjoy telling, and not to strangers.

[silvestris]

I'm not usually interested in sob stories or bull sessions, but we have an issue in common. Do yourself a favor, talk immortality with me.

[tentacruelest]

Do myself a favor, you say.

And what would I earn for spilling my secrets to the likes of you?

[silvestris]

You might learn something new about how death just can't seem to stick to you.

[tentacruelest]

I know precisely why death does not stick, wench. And I have no interest in knowing further. It's only one long segment of a continuing joke at my expense. Much like this Barge.

[silvestris]

Well, at least you know one reason we'll all be laughing at you.

[tentacruelest]

Do it at your own risk.