[what happens on the Dutchman... sure doesn't stay there]

[cheerupemosquid]

Master Turner.

Remove that pussy from my organ. I do not need you dirtying it further.

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[canhandleatool]

Do not speak to my husband like that.

...

What's going on?

[cheerupemosquid]

Did I not make myself quite clear enough for you? I will not be bothered with a strange puss.

[canhandleatool]

Elaborate.

[cheerupemosquid]

There is a creature on my ship that I most certainly did not invite in. As there is only one other man whom could manage this, who is it that I should demand take care of it?

[onthenightroad]

...

[cheerupemosquid]

Is something amiss, Father?

[onthenightroad]

...

Well! Interesting you should ask, sir.

[cheerupemosquid]

And?

[iyaaalilbro]

[pinged!] Is that...?

[cheerupemosquid]

Is that what?

[iyaaalilbro]

I'm Joshua. What's your name?

[ttly standing near the water's edge]

[cheerupemosquid]

[cum on in teh waters fien]

Davy Jones. Now why have you come here, boy?

[mr_piratequeen]

What are you railing about now?

[cheerupemosquid]

That, I would think, should be obvious, Master Turner.

[mr_piratequeen]

[. . . that is strangely adorable]

How is that my doing?

[cheerupemosquid]

Why would I invite such a thing onboard?

[jaded_legacy]

Can I see your organ?

[cheerupemosquid]

Not unless you choose to serve under the mast.

[jaded_legacy]

What's a mast?

[cheerupemosquid]

Will ye serve on my ship's crew?