249 - Fourth Wall Post

[impure_tale]

I suppose one last shout into the ether would not go amiss.

Come speak to me, my darlings. The universe is lonely without you in it.

Comments

[tentacruelest]

I prefer not to be referred to as darling, thank yeh very much.

I'm sorry about the icons. His account ran out and 5 of his 15 are flood icons -_-

[impure_tale]

Would you prefer "cuttlefish"?

haha I'm in the same boat, no worries

[tentacruelest]

Considering I've been human for some time, it'd be a more inaccurate nickname than most.

[impure_tale]

Then no one else would think to call you that, and it therefore remains special.

[tentacruelest]

It's special, is it? Some would consider it annoying. An insult.

[impure_tale]

Only used with fondness.

[tentacruelest]

Fondness, eh?

How is it I've no such fond nickname for you?

[impure_tale]

That's not up to me, mon ami. If you should like to give me one, I will not object.

I may accuse you of flirting with me, but that's not objecting.

[tentacruelest]

I ain't flirting with you, Marquis. I'm long past me prime in that area.

[impure_tale]

You know I wouldn't tease you so if you didn't make it so easy.

[tentacruelest]

I'm glad you're finding amusement in all this madness. There's none around that feel brave enough to tease me to me face.

[impure_tale]

I have sorely missed our conversations.

[tentacruelest]

As have I.

[impure_tale]

[ He doesn't want to volunteer the information that it may well be their last. It will make him feel too obligated to say too many things, and that will just make things unhappy and uncomfortable. ]

You must tell me how you've fared since your departure.

[tentacruelest]

Yeh want a complete itinerary of everything that's happened, or a general summation?

[impure_tale]

Would you be willing to give me a complete itinerary if I asked?

[tentacruelest]

For you?

Aye, I'd do that.

[impure_tale]

All the more reason to hear you speak.

[tentacruelest]

Ehhh...Right, then. Let's...see where we left off.


I left the barge, an' ended up on me own ship, near an hour before the battle that took my life had begun. I had Sparrow in the hold, the East India Company at my back and a fleet of bloody pirates bearing down.

I cut Turner Senior free, sent him over to his son to act as envoy, and gave 'em Jack Sparrow as a sign of good faith. Told 'em if they could get my heart free, my ship was theirs.

We battled. Soon as the chest was given back to me, my men turned to the pirate side. We broke off the attack before significant loss of life.

The Company didn't have the slightest idea what hit them.

[impure_tale]

[ A small chuckle. ] Good show.

[tentacruelest]

Aye, it was.

After that, I shoved off to perform me duties as they were given to me. Not a month passed when my barnacles shed off an' I was human again.

[impure_tale]

And your duties remain as such?

[tentacruelest]

They did. The captain of the Dutchman ferries souls to the afterlife. That's how it is.

[impure_tale]

For how long?

[tentacruelest]

For until I find a replacement an' go on to me own afterlife.