Spooktacular Extravaganza: Let's Talk (About Me And You)

[excusemesir]

Multiple tentacles rise from the sea like cobras to a charmer, surrounding the Black Tide on all sides. The top deck is suicide.

WHAM. WHAM!

Each slaps into the hull with denting blows, again and again, until the monster decides to grip the ship with its whole self. A tentacle lashes and settles on the deck, calmed by -- a man? How did he get there? He pats the appendage for its services, and gives it a quick smooch. The tentacle rises and falls again as he steps away, slamming down onto the deck hard enough to crack into the flooring with the sheer power of its blunt force. Rain pours in, and the cacophony of the storm pollutes Deck 02. The hull screeches and vibrates with every hit, jostling the entire vessel as the monster slips inside each and every puncture it is able to make.

BOOM!

Elsewhere, an explosion is set off - Rowe’s cannons are now rendered out of order, a catastrophic chain reaction set off between them like a match thrown between fireworks. Rowe’s crew had better have a quick fix for this! The Black Tide needs a defense!

I wonder if any more explosions will go off?

BOOM!!!

Passengers are now free to leave the Pourhouse, now that a massive hole has been blown into the side of it. What are you waiting for? The best defense is a good offense, and the Black Tide needs defending. More chipmunks scamper in through the hole. Prepare yourself!

The man above deck seems unphased. His attention turns to the windows of the ship, and he steps over the tattered fake turf of the golf course from the prow with the intent of gaining entry. Talons the size of his arm unhook from the deck before him, every suction cup making a squelching 'pop' as it pulled away. He parts the monster's grip on the hull like the red sea - and each tentacle in turn comes down again behind him to do more damage, sink in harder, constrict tighter.

Behind dark sunglasses, he's got his eye on a prize, and he doesn't look terribly pleased.

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[rowes]

Rowe is too angry to be flabbergasted. She should be, considering what she's staring at. But she's not. There is little Greene could do to surprise her now. Now, he just makes her angry.

"Greene, you blithering idiot, get the fuck off my ship!"

[daddyslegacy]

Man-gina? Really, Greene? What the fuck.

Samuel crosses his arms and glances at Rowe, wondering just how angry she is. Things could get uglier. A lot uglier.

[excusemesir]

"No. No!" His tone is petulant, and he's so outraged by her talking down to him like this that he dismounts to get in her face about it.

"This is really hard for me, okay!?" Greene goes on without a hint of irony, throwing his martini aside. "You think it's easy, being this intelligent and powerful and good looking, all the time? No!"

[rowes]

Greene, Rowe doesn't give a flying fuck about your problems. YOU are a problem. She jabs her finger into his chest. Hard.

"You are testing my patience," she says, eyes wide and wild and angry, "Take your shit and get off my ship. Or I will make you regret ever coming here."

[excusemesir]

"The only thing I regret is our night of passion, because obviously you don't seem to care."

Greene crosses his arms over his chest.

"Admit it, that was the most satisfying twenty seconds of your life."

[rowes]

"Go fuck yourself."

He was right. She didn't care.

"You are sinking my ship because of that? You insufferable bastard! You do realize I have your precious Puece? That is likely being crushed by your stupidity as we speak."

[excusemesir]

He begins to talk (read: yell) over her.

"No, I'm sinking your ship because of--!!"

Peuce.

Oh. This changes a few things. His demeanor changes to one that is more... reasonable.

"I think we should talk in private," Greene casts a glance over to Sam, then back to Rowe.

"Away from the cattle and the Beta-males."

[rowes]

"Fuck. You."

She stubbornly crosses her arms and glares at Sam. Don't you dare move, lickspittle.

"You are sinking my ship. Trying to carry off my passengers. I am not going anywhere with you. And if you touch me, you will lose that hand."

[daddyslegacy]

Sam isn't going anywhere. He scowls at Greene.

"If you think I would abandon my captain and let her alone with you, you're sadly mistaken."

[excusemesir]

"You blew up my yacht!!!"

Rowe warns him not to touch her, so naturally Greene grabs her by the arm and tries to lead her to another room. Onto the top deck, preferably, where she would be exposed to the elements with him... and the full wrath of the tentacles.

"You're coming with me--"

He ignores Sam completely.

[rowes]

Rowe's retort dies the minute she is seized by the arm. She jerks to free herself from while he drags her up to the top deck.

"Let me go!"

[excusemesir]

"We're gonna' go somewhere where I can neg your bitch shield down and we can talk about this like grown-ups," he snaps at Rowe, yanking on her arm.

[capn_penk]

Greene drags Rowe towards a hole in the side of the ship... but who steps out of that hole, but a smirking woman whose expression verges on a sneer. Her jacket is tightly buttoned and the only weapon in her hand is a small gun. The second she sees Greene, Penk tosses the gun over her shoulder with an exasperated sigh. The gun vanishes into thin air.

"Darling!" snaps Penk, eyes falling on Greene's hands on Rowe. "Will you please keep your mind on the mission?"

[rowes]

Rowe could hear the wind howling as the grew closer to the hole in her ship. And her rage finally surges to a peak and she brings herself closer to Greene, so she could see where the muscles and tendons connected and intertwined in his shoulder.

She is only inches away when she peers over Greene's shoulder to see Penk. She hated Penk almost as much as she hated Greene. But at least Penk was reasonable enough.

"Peuce is with the cargo," she says and finally wrenches her arm free from Greene's grasp. "Probably already on the bottom of the ocean floor."

The "and whose fault is that?" is implied.

[excusemesir]

Greene stops in his tracks, a deer in the headlights.

"My Darling," he coos, and he drops his current objective, along with Rowe's arm. Hunching, he trotted on over to this other woman, cowering to get out of trouble like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. "Captain, Captain..."

Greene positions himself so that he is behind Penk, and he peeks out at Rowe from behind her, just over her shoulder.

"Oh, you're going to get it now..." he growls spitefully at Rowe.

[capn_penk]

Penk's voice was as hard and cold as a debt collector's heart.

"Rowe, you dizzy idiot, if Peuce is harmed you know there is nothing stopping me--" and here Penk paused to look over her shoulder at Greene who gave her puppy eyes. Penk exhaled and looked back over at Rowe.

"Let's say you were so foolish you let him go to the sea floor. Let's say that happened. Why would we leave now? Now we have nothing to lose. So find him, Rowe, and find him now, before I lose my temper."

[excusemesir]

Greene offers Penk a snivelly little smile?

...And stands there in complete silence as the two adults talk things out.

[rowes]

"Peuce would not be in his current predicament were my ship not attacked."

Still, she takes Penk's point.

"Call off your beast. The cargo can be secured and with it, Peuce's safety. I promise you nothing if my ship sinks and my passengers drown. I've no reason to."

[capn_penk]

"Your passengers?!" Penk spits, lips thin with anger. She can hardly believe the arrogance of Rowe, who she thought was plenty arrogant before. "You thieving bitch, they're ours!"

She's furious, but Penk isn't stupid. She grinds her teeth. "Peuce..."

Peuce is clearly a priority.

Penk slaps the back of her hand against Greene's chest. "We're leaving."

She gives Rowe a hateful stare.

"But don't worry, we'll be back."

[rowes]

Rowe smiles, tilts her head.

"Yes, they are yours as much as my crew is Greene's."

Her smile only grows when Penk takes her refuse and starts to go.

She turns to Sam, a hand pressed delicately to his chest.

"Make sure they keep their word, pet. And when my ship is clear, get us out of here won't you? Preferably some place sunny. There's a mess to clean and we must get started, mustn't we?"

[daddyslegacy]

Samuel watches the back of Penk's head as she goes, more than a little pleased by their departure. This went a lot better than he predicted.

"Aye, Captain. We'll be there in no time."

He already has a place in mind.

[excusemesir]

Greene snarls at Rowe's comment - baring his teeth at the both of them. He has to retreat, for Peuce's sake...

...but only for now.

They still have unfinished business to discuss.