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

[redcinemareel]

[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.]

Comments

[dersite_dj]

[Of course, Dave chimed in.]

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

[hisoldtricks]

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.]

[dersite_dj]

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.

[hisoldtricks]

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.

[dersite_dj]

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.

[hisoldtricks]

[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.