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

[tentacruelest]

Your shape implies subservience and obedience, as does your species. I am cursed. There is a difference.

[dogwalksyou]

[Davy reminds her of Mogget so much it hurts. She doesn't really know what she wants to do about that.]

Ah, well, true enough. But there is a danger in believing implications.

[tentacruelest]

What shape you are matters not to me. If you get in my way, I will see to it that that's the last move you make, Pup.

[dogwalksyou]

Oh, worse than you have tried that. But just now I think I'd rather see which path you walk without my meddling.

[tentacruelest]

Good. I dislike meddlers.