Fish-Sitting Ch 2
OMG I wrote more of it!!
And so here it is in all of its-- *gets dragged away by attic creature from [rec]* AAAAAAAGHHHHHH!
No, I kid. No more distractions.
Fish-Sitting
Genre: Humor, General
Rating: PG-13 for lewd piraty talk
Warning: mentions of mpreg
Summary: The nightmare continues as the crew of the Flying Dutchman try to babysit Jones' infant son.
to be continued
Also, if you can't recall the first chapter, here it is.
Chapter 2
“WWAAAAHH…”
“Shut up.”
“WAAAAAAHHHHH…”
“SHUT UP.”
The infant refused to stop screaming, only getting louder. Legs and tentacles wiggled as the tiny body was suspended in a pair of spiny hands. Koleniko had thought that picking the little runt up would have encouraged it to calm down, but it only continued to shriek at him, so he held it out as far from himself as possible, growling orders to it. Clanker could not help but stand aside, amused at the display, while Hadrus and Maccus hoped that even athwart the Dutchman, furthest as they possibly could be from the captain’s cabin, the piercing cries could not be heard.
“What are you waiting for?? Make yourself useful!” Maccus growled at his crewmate.
Hadrus stared at him as though he had seen something from a nightmare. “Me?! What do you expect me to do??”
“You were the one to upset it, so you fix the problem!”
“Ain’t it s’pposed to be a boy, not a’it?” Clanker asked.
“You care so much, YOU take ‘him’,” Koleniko said, shoving the bundle into the other crewman’s craggy arms. “Because I sure as hell ain’t.”
Flabbergasted at first, Clanker shifted the infant’s body in his arms as a gesture of providing comfort.
“Fine!” he snapped. “I’ll show you sots how it’s done. For heaven’s sakes, it’s just a baby!” And he proceeded to go below to the galley, grumbling as he went.
Koleniko glanced at his two remaining crewmates inquisitively. “Has he been around children?”
Hadrus and Maccus shrugged.
An hour had passed, and the rest of the crew had suddenly realized with worry that the galley was incredibly quiet. Had Clanker done something drastic in order to stifle the little one’s cries? Penrod was sent down to investigate and returned a minute later, answering with a smile that the newborn was sound asleep, on an equally sleeping Clanker.
“Showing some heart,” Hadrus mused, “We can’t let him live that one down.”
“Never,” Penrod agreed.
Another half hour later, Angler went downstairs to grab something to eat and realized with a double take that while Clanker was still asleep, his little charge was gone. He announced the child’s absence on deck, and the crew gave a mixture of distraught hollers and hurried shushes. Bad enough was the chance of waking the captain, but even worse was if Jones knew his crew had lost his son.
As most of the crew rushed about the ship in a mad search for the child, Maccus was in the galley slapping Clanker around like a mangy dog.
“OW! Stop it!” the barnacle covered cur yelped. “I didn’t mean to lose ‘im!”
“WHERE did he go??”
“I dunno! I took ‘im down ‘ere, figured he needed food, so I managed to get him to nibble on some chum. Then he was sleepin’ here with me. Don’t see why you should be the one so worried.”
“I’M the one the captain put in charge of the whelp, and now he’s gone!” Maccus roared, shaking his fists, “For all we know, the little brat jumped off the ship and is leagues away! He’ll kill me!!”
“Maybe if you’d been looking after him-OWW! Stop hittin’ me!”
“Quiet down there, ya scallywags!” Angler shouted from the top of the steps. “You don’t want the captain to kill ya, then keep yer traps shut until we find the baby!”
Maccus rammed his hammer head against the hull. “This is so STUPID. We’re pirates, we shouldn’t haveta look after damn children! They ain’t supposed to be on a ship inna first place! Damn that Calypso!”
Clanker rubbed his head, trying to soothe the blows taken to it moments earlier. “So it was her?”
“The captain don’t take to revealing much, but that’s what I figure, from the way he cursed her name during the birth.” The first mate allowed himself to shudder at the memory, and Clanker took notice.
“That bad, eh?” he asked.
“To say the least.”
“We’ve found him!” Penrod called to Angler, who relayed the message to the two in the galley.
“Where?” Maccus asked.
“He’s been using his tentacles to pry open powder kegs and dump them out onto the puddles.”
Maccus slammed his head into the wall again.
Clanker grunted. “Calypso… she’s a cruel one indeed.”
And so here it is in all of its-- *gets dragged away by attic creature from [rec]* AAAAAAAGHHHHHH!
No, I kid. No more distractions.
Fish-Sitting
Genre: Humor, General
Rating: PG-13 for lewd piraty talk
Warning: mentions of mpreg
Summary: The nightmare continues as the crew of the Flying Dutchman try to babysit Jones' infant son.
to be continued
Also, if you can't recall the first chapter, here it is.
Chapter 2
“WWAAAAHH…”
“Shut up.”
“WAAAAAAHHHHH…”
“SHUT UP.”
The infant refused to stop screaming, only getting louder. Legs and tentacles wiggled as the tiny body was suspended in a pair of spiny hands. Koleniko had thought that picking the little runt up would have encouraged it to calm down, but it only continued to shriek at him, so he held it out as far from himself as possible, growling orders to it. Clanker could not help but stand aside, amused at the display, while Hadrus and Maccus hoped that even athwart the Dutchman, furthest as they possibly could be from the captain’s cabin, the piercing cries could not be heard.
“What are you waiting for?? Make yourself useful!” Maccus growled at his crewmate.
Hadrus stared at him as though he had seen something from a nightmare. “Me?! What do you expect me to do??”
“You were the one to upset it, so you fix the problem!”
“Ain’t it s’pposed to be a boy, not a’it?” Clanker asked.
“You care so much, YOU take ‘him’,” Koleniko said, shoving the bundle into the other crewman’s craggy arms. “Because I sure as hell ain’t.”
Flabbergasted at first, Clanker shifted the infant’s body in his arms as a gesture of providing comfort.
“Fine!” he snapped. “I’ll show you sots how it’s done. For heaven’s sakes, it’s just a baby!” And he proceeded to go below to the galley, grumbling as he went.
Koleniko glanced at his two remaining crewmates inquisitively. “Has he been around children?”
Hadrus and Maccus shrugged.
An hour had passed, and the rest of the crew had suddenly realized with worry that the galley was incredibly quiet. Had Clanker done something drastic in order to stifle the little one’s cries? Penrod was sent down to investigate and returned a minute later, answering with a smile that the newborn was sound asleep, on an equally sleeping Clanker.
“Showing some heart,” Hadrus mused, “We can’t let him live that one down.”
“Never,” Penrod agreed.
Another half hour later, Angler went downstairs to grab something to eat and realized with a double take that while Clanker was still asleep, his little charge was gone. He announced the child’s absence on deck, and the crew gave a mixture of distraught hollers and hurried shushes. Bad enough was the chance of waking the captain, but even worse was if Jones knew his crew had lost his son.
As most of the crew rushed about the ship in a mad search for the child, Maccus was in the galley slapping Clanker around like a mangy dog.
“OW! Stop it!” the barnacle covered cur yelped. “I didn’t mean to lose ‘im!”
“WHERE did he go??”
“I dunno! I took ‘im down ‘ere, figured he needed food, so I managed to get him to nibble on some chum. Then he was sleepin’ here with me. Don’t see why you should be the one so worried.”
“I’M the one the captain put in charge of the whelp, and now he’s gone!” Maccus roared, shaking his fists, “For all we know, the little brat jumped off the ship and is leagues away! He’ll kill me!!”
“Maybe if you’d been looking after him-OWW! Stop hittin’ me!”
“Quiet down there, ya scallywags!” Angler shouted from the top of the steps. “You don’t want the captain to kill ya, then keep yer traps shut until we find the baby!”
Maccus rammed his hammer head against the hull. “This is so STUPID. We’re pirates, we shouldn’t haveta look after damn children! They ain’t supposed to be on a ship inna first place! Damn that Calypso!”
Clanker rubbed his head, trying to soothe the blows taken to it moments earlier. “So it was her?”
“The captain don’t take to revealing much, but that’s what I figure, from the way he cursed her name during the birth.” The first mate allowed himself to shudder at the memory, and Clanker took notice.
“That bad, eh?” he asked.
“To say the least.”
“We’ve found him!” Penrod called to Angler, who relayed the message to the two in the galley.
“Where?” Maccus asked.
“He’s been using his tentacles to pry open powder kegs and dump them out onto the puddles.”
Maccus slammed his head into the wall again.
Clanker grunted. “Calypso… she’s a cruel one indeed.”