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[The Marquis appears to be in the hallway outside his room. The decoration on his door is making its irritating wailing noises, which isn't what has him wincing. What can also be heard on camera is Renate barking hysterically.]

Thank you, Admiral. [Saaaarcasm?] As if she had little other reason to feel on edge this month.

[He takes the offending item down and throws it down the hallway, keeping hold of Renate's leash as well as he can.]

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[Jones also is not appreciative of the cackling decorations. He's scooped up his and about three others in his surrounding area and is stomping his way to the deck to dispose of them.

Halfway there, though, he changes his mind, and pins them to the Marquis' door instead.]

[Enough time for the Marquis to be coming back from a brisk walk with Renate.]

Come at last for a spot of wine, Captain?

Will you ever grow tired of making an unaccepted offer, Marquis?

Good things are worth waiting for, Cuttlefish.

I can't imagine where you got the idea that my company was one of those good things.

Interesting is always good.

I am no one's evening entertainment.

[He eyes the cackling decoration in his claw, before purposely hanging it up high above the Marquis' door]

Is there a reason why you are doing that?

I don't like it on my door. Your dog's taken a liking to 'em.

[Renate mumbles.]

Quite the opposite, actually, but I think you knew that already.

What do I know? I'm not what you would call a dog person.

I suspect a Newfoundland might be more to your taste if you were to give one a try. They're sailors' dogs, more suited to life on ships.

Not suited for life on my ship. Dogs don't take kindly to being underwater for weeks at a time.

Nor should men, generally.

Not unless they're cursed to breathe in the water. Which, as it so happens, I was so fortunate.

[He looks down at Renate, skeptical]

Yeh think you could survive underwater for long, dog?

[She just pants and dog smiles at him. The Marquis chuckles and kneels down to pet her.]

With the right preparation, perhaps. We had a breach a while back that tested her sea legs a little. The lot of us, mer-creatures, aye?

[She whistles and laps affectionately at his fingers.]

So I heard. She wouldn't look half bad with gills.

Yes. [stroking behind her ears.] She's more fond of water than I, at any rate.

And why don't you like the water, sir?

That seems strange to you?

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Still convinced I'm Captain Barbossa in disguise?

Hardly. Captain Barbossa would not be caught dead in such a wig.

Nor could he have afforded one.

[Seriously he has no problem with the man on a conversational level but he was pretty damn skanky okay]

I don't do well on ships. This place just manages to be an exception.

[Jones gives a blithe snort of amusement] It would behoove him to remember that Pirate Lord is an honorific, not a landed title.

This place is no more a ship than I am a man.

[A little chuckle as he rises.]

And what is a man, Captain? Is your definition truly so narrow that you cannot see yourself inside it?

I was a man once. I am one no longer. Your definitions are uncommonly broad.

I didn't ask you for mine. I asked you for yours.

A man is a creature whose heart is his own, who can stand on land on his own two feet, who is not a slave at the whim and call of other men.

And if we were speaking strictly in the cosmetic sense, men do not look as I do.

[He leans against the wall, considering his words carefully.]

I've known few men that have not lost their heart -- and they're probably just very good liars.

It is a weapon wielded against me, now. If I had the choice I would be rid of it forever.

Shameful of the lady or lad using it so recklessly; you have my sympathy.

[The mood swing is abrupt; Jones slams his claw arm into the marquis' door. If he were at full strength, he would have knocked it off its hinges; as his warden's sapped his powers, he only makes a loud crack]

She did not.

It was my own fault. I did not..I..

She is not at fault!

[Either way, the iron surface remains where it is.]

You're far too gallant not to call yourself a man if you'll shoulder your own pain.

My pain is of my own making. I would not be here if I was not in some way responsible for it. Do not mistake an admittance of fault for gallantry.

You're willing to protect even at your most angry. Is that not gallant?

I am not willing to stand here and listen to lies and falsehoods told about someone you have never met!

If you believe it a falsehood then I pray you clarify your meaning. You said it is a weapon wielded against you. Why are you responsible for the actions of another?

Edited 2013-10-15 16:21 (UTC)

She did not ever threaten its well-being! She did not steal it for herself, I gave it willingly!

I'm afraid there is something I must not understand then, Captain. I invite you to my home to partake of wine and conversation. Logically, if you were to use that invitation to do me harm, you would still be the one responsible for your own decisions and actions.

Don't tempt me, Marquis.

Never mind. It's in the past. It no longer matters now that I am here.

Are you going to take the spook off of my door, or shall we talk further about our feelings some more?

Remove it yourself. You've got hands.

And you placed it there in order to be a nuisance. And considering the times from which we hail are not so far apart, I don't believe I'm remiss in observing that it's not mature behavior for anyone your age, be he man or mollusk.

[...hmmnph. He's not childish.

He's so not childish that he'll raise his arm and slap the decorations to the ground.]

Satisfied?

[Pleasant smile.]

I feel we're beginning to bond. If you wouldn't fancy a drop or two of wine, however, I do believe this is where I must take my leave of you. Have a good morning, Captain.

[Jones watches the Marquis in stunned, detestable silence. Finally, he snaps after him]

We are NOT BONDING.

[With that, he twists around and storms his way back to his cabin]

I'm throwing them overboard.

I salute you, monsieur. Come back safely.

Edited 2013-10-15 14:30 (UTC)

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