piratejournal | ☠Fourteenth Reel: This is what happens when you don't listen. [AUDIO]

[Grell, standing at the helm of the boat where the wheel is, stares out at the sea. It takes a few moments before she mentally decides a direction and takes hold of it.]

Hoist the anchor! We're pulling off!

Wait. Why? [Dave chimed in, following the railing from the lower deck to the helm's platform.] Yo. Big Red, what's the story?

[Slowly, Grell looks over her shoulder at him, not pleased that he's questioning her orders.]

Because I said so! Now do as I say!

[Dave frowned--deciding to play the part of the world's slowest detective around. He couldn't tell the difference between an incited Grell and a possessed Grell, so there was scarcely a frame of reference for him.] Hate to sound childish, but I had some plans for this island, dude.

We could make off like bandits and leavin' too soon would kinda screw with that. Isn't that our, y'know, primary agenda?

Then you must despise yourself. [Grell walks over to him, very much irritated by his logic. She makes a grab for his collar with a not-too-pleasant grip.] Listen you interloper, we're leaving. NOW. If you love this island that much, you stay! Otherwise, you do as you're told, or else!

Uh. [Totally blind-sided by that, Dave's jaw hung in the air for a few moments. Usually, Grell was less likely to toss him off the ship. He was getting the impression that this was suddenly a more probable venue. So, he looked at her for a moment and tried to choose better words.]

Maybe we should bring this up with everybody else? I don't exactly want to make you sound like a cheddar-chump, but it sounds like we oughta--

[There is a sudden sound of something hitting the deck hard (spoiler: it's Dave) followed by a large buzzing sound of a chainsaw. Which is quickly followed by the squelching sound of a thick liquid mixing in.]

Grrk-- [In response, Dave could only choke out a few words. He didn't try to push back against Grell, rather he seemed oddly surprised it even happened.] Not on my good suit, dude...

[With an eye roll, Grell gives one last swift kick to his body before walking off, not waiting for the anchor to be hoisted. They just got this ship, damnit. Already there's blood on it.]

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[Excuse him, he's just gonna take a seat and hold you down.]

[Enjoy the view of his tail feathers in your face.]

[And that is not a euphemism.]

[FLAILS! HEY, THIS ISN'T A NEST! SHE'S NOT AN EGG!

Grell grunts, lifting herself up with him atop her and flickers out of sight with him, intent to take him on a journey that's dizzying and disorienting. When they return, they are simply back in the same spot, but their positions have changed with Grell straddling him.]

Time to DIE, little mocking bird~! [Her weapon lifted vertically, intent on impaling him.]

[Cute.]

[But Marco isn't fazed. He just rolls with her and knocks the chainsaw into the deck.]

Tsk tsk tsk. I told you to be careful with your deck. That's gonna be to hard to shine now.

Woah, woah, alright fellas.

[Literally out of nowhere, Dave stood between Marco and Grell, holding his glowy legendary sword with the tip pointed at the prior's face and his back to the other. Though, Dave was less on the stupid side than previously hinted--as there was a second Dave standing with another legendary sword pointed at his captain. Then, there were three more Daves on the deck, all three with their swords at the ready, evaluating the situation and watching for outside interference.

Every single Dave was wearing the tatters of the green suit he had died in, but all the blood that had stained it before was gone and a Dave nip-slip was totally a thing at this point.]

Let's just chill for a minute. Sound good?

[Just as Grell was readying to dive for her weapon, the very not dead Dave appears. Grell stands, eyes narrowing at the sight of him and that tacky suit. It deserved it's fate.]

Even though you're supposed to be DEAD, I'll have the pleasure of making it permanent! [As if those swords could stop her. Grell merely flickers out of sight, grabs her weapon, then flickers out again. This time, she's at the Nav, resting her hand on it. It's glowing!]

Maybe I'll just go to those little lambs myself! To the Sun, to the Moon, and to glory~!

What are you a hydra?!

And oi, I know she unleashed your multiple torsos or whatever, but that's no reason to call her a fella. She's a lady, eh.

[That snark doesn't last long though. As soon as Grell threatens his crew, all play is gone from Marco in a flash quicker than any of his flames.]

[In a few dashes of blue flames, some twists around the Daves, using a few of their head to pivot without slowing down, Marco tackles Grell and holds her by the throat with his forearm and his other arm around her shoulders, whispering in her ear.]

Don't move, it'll all be over soon.

[And then a turn to look at the Daves and Loki.] You got sleeping pills or rope or do I need to waste my stolen cuffs? [Because that was his trump card against Ace and he so doesn't want to lose them :<]

[It doesn't take Loki but a moment to produce a thick length of rope in a flash of green light. In the interest of keeping the ship in one piece and keeping the captain alive, tying her down seems like the best option.

Of course, the rope has a spell on it to give it the strength of chains and to hopefully keep Grell from getting out of them any time soon.]

Here, this should be able to keep her contained for a little while.

[He speaks as he moves over to Marco and Grell to aid in restraining her.]

[Dave didn't react much at all as Marco bounced around. If anything, he had to admit he looked sort of cool while he did it, but at the same time, he knew when he was being disregarded.

Huffing, he leaned his sword over his shoulder and looked aside, his alternate time selves doing the same.]

Cap'n, I've got a shitload of other Daves all over this place, their ships included.

You runnin' around ain't gonna be a thing for long.

[This is impeding her plans! Grell struggles out of the grip, because choking does nothing for her. Reapers don't breathe, silly birdie. She'll struggle even more at being restrained.]

YOU'RE ALL DEAD! MARK MY WORDS!

[Just wait til she gets free! She'll get you and your little dog!]

I truly hope this is a curse, otherwise I may regret doing this later.

[A green glow forms in the palm of his hand as Grell struggles against Marco's grip. Frankly they need her unconscious for a while at least, thus he hits her with his strongest sleeping spell.He releases small green orb in his hand, so that it may hit Grell in the face.]

If she is not cursed, when she awakes she may be even more put out with all of us.

[Meaning they might have to put her down again, though not under a sleeping spell.]

[Of course, Dave chimed in.]

Well, fuck, you ought to lead with that shit, dude.

I would have, if you had bothered to call me on deck when she first started behaving strangely.

[He had been planning on taking her down, but then Marco came flying out of the Nav and a big old fight ensued.]

Literally the only weird thing about that entire situation was her chainsawing me. The rest of it was pretty steady at sail, if you don't mind the blatant disregard towards decency in that pirate pun.

In any case, we should move her down into her cabin for the time being. I would rather she remained locked up until whatever is affecting her lifts.

Yeah, I'll handle that. If she guts me again, it won't be a big deal. I'll just keep comin' back.

[It wasn't exactly true, but Dave assumed Loki wasn't capable of reviving from stupid deaths like he was.

Dave hoisted up Grell with surprising ease, especially given how skinny he was.]

Toss me that rope.

[Loki doesn't bother arguing with Dave at this rate. He's sure enough that the spell will last long enough to see Grell restrained and locked in her cabin. Thus tosses him the ropes that have been magically reinforced so Grell cannot simply slip free of them, should she wake before he can cast another spell on her.]

In any case, try to refrain from getting gutted again.

☠Fourteenth Reel: This is what happens when you don't listen. [AUDIO]

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