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Becky is far too convincing at times. She's the one who talked me into this bit of RPage.
[23:43] Seiberwing: Perhaps more subtle, at least at first. Tentacles flitting over and tasting his skin. Nothing but mere suggestion.
[23:44] Becky: *nod-nods*
[23:45] Becky: Ah, but where has he taken his pretty to sample it?
[23:46] Seiberwing: His own barnacle-ridden cabin, obviously. With a dirty bit of cloth on a wooden berth. Just to...talk, he says.
[23:49] Becky: As if Will believes him on that bit. The young man is prone to trusting people until they give him a reason not to, but Davey Jones... It's hard to trust a man who deals in souls.
[23:51] Seiberwing: Davey Jones fetches a pipe out of...somewhere amoungst his beard. And yet Will trusts a pirate. Jack Sparrow, of all pirates.
[23:53] Becky: (Though, perhaps not so much after the whole "being sent to settle his debt" thing.)
[23:54] Seiberwing: (Well, trusted)
[23:55] Becky: Will was hardly yet a man when he met Jack. The pirate... impressed him. And helped him win his betrothed.
[23:58] Seiberwing: A bit of smoke exits a round opening on the side of his face. And exactly what manner of impressing was this? Dazzled by his roguish charms? His wit? His complete lack of emotional connection to anything more sentient than a floating bit of wood and cloth?
[00:10] Becky: Will flushes slightly. "I do not think that is any of your business."
[00:11] Seiberwing: "I see." Davey Jones takes another puff on the pipe. "That manner of impressing. It doesn't surprise me." The air is so moist, one wonders how the pipe even stays lit.
[00:14] Becky: Will's flush deepens. Even when he spends enough time in the sun to turn dark, the few things that make him blush are easy to read.
[00:15] Seiberwing: The corner of the seamaster's mouth turns upward. "He has that effect on people. Talks himself into and out of everything, or at least he thinks he can." The boat and its crew are so cold, and Davey Jones can feel this live, human warmth from a hundred feet away. It feels nice.
[00:18] Becky: "Yes," Will murmurs. "And he'll ignore what help he's gotten along the way." Just a trifle bitter, there. Will just wanted to save Elizabeth, not get dragged into one of Jack's mad adventures again.
[00:20] Seiberwing: "As emotional as he seems, his entire existance centers around apathy." Warm and soft, yes. And not a barnacle on him.
[00:21] Becky: Will bites his lip, his gaze unconsciously flitting away from Davey Jones. No, there's something he suspects Jack is after... Something he may have to kill the pirate for one day.
[00:24] Seiberwing: Davey Jones notes this and jumps on it. Love, yes, something he hasn't felt in a good while and never plans to feel again. "And what do you think he's doing now, Will?" He breathes another puff of smoke into the air.
[00:25] Becky: The smoke in the room isn't managing to warm things up. Will was never prone to shivering, but all this cold- "I expect," he says levelly. "He is trying to fulfill your bargain, and looking for a way out of it at the same time."
[00:28] Seiberwing: He'll get used to it. He'll grow his gills and lose his body heat to the chill of the sea, after a time. They all do. "Mmm, and after that, providing he does perform a miracle above his moral status and finds another 99 souls? Back to revelry and thieving and...other such matters?" Davey Jones dangles the final phrase like bait before a shark.
[00:33] Becky: The pulsepoint at his throat jerks, and Will has to bite his tongue. "Yes. All that matters to him in the world is the Pearl." All that had better matter to him is the Pearl.
[00:34] Seiberwing: "Is it?" He doubts. This true love, this delusion, is falling apart. Davey Jones tucks his pipe away and takes a step closer to the full-human.
[00:35] Becky: "It is." Will's eyes narrow, then flick towards the door.
[00:37] Seiberwing: "And exactly how do you know this? Jack is full of life, I should know. He is appealing." Davey Jones follows his gaze with a slight smile. I own you. Don't think you can run.
[00:41] Becky: Will glares at the captain of his current ship. "He may be full of life, but that does not mean he cares for anyone in the world." And Will had to use his betrothed's name to keep Jack from letting him die.
[00:44] Seiberwing: "There is a high difference between caring and desiring. And Jack is quite seasoned in ways of desiring." There is something odd in his voice, the purr of a sucessful recruitment or the pleasure of watching a ship dying in agony.
[00:45] Becky: Will's hand clenches, and that pulsepoint at his throat jerks again, but he says nothing. His eyes are on Davey Jones, wary and angry as a caged puma.
[00:48] Seiberwing: "Mmm." He sees it. Perhaps in his mind, sees this true love of his submitting to the wiles of an untamed pirate, free to do as he pleases without the tiresome baggage of Will. "Denial won't serve you well, here."
[00:48] Seiberwing: A large lobster-claw touches the boy's shoulder, almost sympathetically.
[00:51] Becky: Will jerks away, fury flashing in his eyes. An old anger, long banked and buried, that Davey Jones has been gently poking to life. "Do not-"
[00:53] Seiberwing: The tentacles on his face wriggle about in a lively fashion as he smiles. "One hundred years. No lover is that loyal."
[00:55] Becky: Will gives his head a quick, sharp shake. There's uncertainty in his face now, in the slight relaxing of his jaw and widening of his eyes.
[00:58] Seiberwing: Davey Jones takes another step closer, barnacles huddling away at every thump of his feet. One long thin tentacle curls out from his wrist and around his claw. "You were impressed. Might not she be impressed as well?"
[01:00] Becky: Will steps back, finds the edge of the berth with the back of his thigh. "Without me, her father could make a suitable match for her." As if that is any comfort. Better to look at than her most likely fate, though. Or to imagine her hanged.
[01:02] Seiberwing: "Would she submit to it?" Simple logic, a woman who would want a man such as Will does not let her destiny be controlled by politics. "Jack comes to her with a sad story of how you were lost at sea, she falls into tears, and he comforts her. Women change like the wind, and never stay the same heading."
[01:03] Seiberwing: He takes another step closer, ignoring the crunch as he steps on something vaguely crustacean.
[01:04] Becky: "Elizabeth is not like that!" Oh, yes, Will take refuge in anger at the insult to Elizabeth's character. Better by far than to listen to Davey Jones.
[01:06] Seiberwing: "Elizabeth." Davey Jones rolls the name around in his mouth, tasting it thoroughly. "If you had faith, you wouldn't need to yell. Is she beautiful? Long smooth hair, soft skin?" He looks from Will's face down to his chest and back again as he says this.
[01:14] Becky: Will pants softly, anger running hot in him. He's no longer shivering, but he's also a little... blind. He doesn't realize quite what Davey Jones is getting at. "She is beautiful. She won't-"
[01:16] Seiberwing: "Beauty attracts." He touches Will's shoulder again. "And some things are hard to resist."
[01:18] Becky: Will inhales sharply, then glances from Davey Jones's claw up to his tentacled face. His anger curls up on itself as panic takes over for a brief moment.
[01:21] Seiberwing: One thin, cold, and wet feeler snakes up to touch Will's cheek. Davey Jones' eyes are cold, but by no means emotionless.
[01:23] Becky: Will tenses, his breaths coming faster and faster. He's looking at the pirate with a kind of panic, all wide-eyed and wild-eyed, and he keeps darting glances at the door.
[01:27] Seiberwing: The door is shut. Locked. And no one would dare open it no matter what sort of sounds came from inside. Davey Jones' smile widens to reveal pointed...are those teeth? It's hard to tell. "We haven't had a crewman as fresh as you in a long while."
[01:33] Becky: "Given your hiring practice, I'm not surprised." His heart is hammering in his chest, and the feeler is just laying against his cheek. It is cold and slimy and not at all human in its texture... The tiny suckers make it rough, like running his fingers over soft, squishy rust.
[01:36] Seiberwing: "You were most certainly special. You weren't afraid." Well, as afraid. The tentacle leaves a slick trail up his cheek, down the line of his hair, and around the soft curve of his ear. Warm like the inside of a gutted pelican, smooth like a sea cucumber.
[01:40] Becky: Will is not entirely afraid now. No, that's wrong. It's a different sort of fear, freezing him in place rather than spurring him into action. He can hardly do more than pant and stare at Davey Jones's pale eyes. "I had business."
[01:42] Seiberwing: "So you did. But you didn't know where it would take you." One of his longest beardtacles (one random phrase by a drunken crewman and the nickname never quite went away) touches the faint bit of hair on Will's chin.
[01:45] Becky: "No...." That word is barely a breath of air as his gaze flicks to the tentacle. But he manages to find the strength in himself to keep his voice level for the next sentence. "No, I didn't."
[01:47] Seiberwing: Davey Jones' hands are hardened claws and his mouth is a curved hole that serves the purposes of speaking, eating, and smoking, nothing more. His finer tentacles, on the other hand, are quite sensitive. The one on Will's chin slides upwards and leaves a wet slickness on his lips. "Do you now?"
[01:51] Becky: Will strains as far back as he can without stepping back, and he's still breathing hard and hot. "I think so."
[01:54] Seiberwing: Hot, yes. Like a soothing caress about his tentacle-tip, something he hasn't felt in a good while. This is life, and the hope that that life will continue, even thought only a fool would not have lost hope by now. Unable to resist, the seamaster probes at the opening of his lips. "Do you?"
[01:56] Becky: Will resolutely closes his teeth and does not answer. But his eyes blaze with anger - anger at Jack, anger at Davey Jones, anger at Beckett, anger at someone whose name he dare not think lest that anger become real.
[02:00] Seiberwing: Flat teeth, useless blunt things. They'll sharpen up as his fiery soul begins to be smothered. Davey Jones feels the soft inner lining of his lips, so warm and smooth, so moist in a way far different than that of the sea. It gives him odd chills.
[02:05] Becky: Will grinds his teeth together. Someone far stupider than he might risk trying to bite that tentacle in his mouth, but the blacksmith/adventurer hadn't lived as long as he had without some sense.
[02:08] Seiberwing: The five still-bloody marks on Will's back should be enough of a warning. "So why do you still hold out hope?" Davey Jones asks quietly, leaving his mouth reluctantly and cupping Will's chin."You belong to me, and Jack certainly has no intention of saving you."
[02:16] Becky: The tentacle cupping his chin does not let him pull his head back; for all the odd way they like, they're as powerful as any octopus's. "I don't expect Jack to save me." I expect to save myself.
[02:20] Seiberwing: "Then you stay here. A hundred years, while you serve on my crew and lose everything that once made you human. Your breath, your skin, your hair, your warmth, your hope." The seamaster leans a bit closer and breathes on his face. It smells of mildew and dead fish, and it is as comforting as cold seaweed.
[02:22] Becky: "And after that?" Will wrinkles his nose, turns away from the smell. It reminds him of the docks, and the docks remind him of the ships. The sea's been kind to him all his life, in her own careless way, but ships- Ships often turned fickle.
[02:27] Seiberwing: Davey Jones does not let him turn away. He will stay and listen, and watch, and feel. "And after that...look at the creatures around you. That is your future." The tentacle wriggles up Will's face again, explores his hair. Soft in a different way. One might want to curl up and take a nap in it.
[02:30] Becky: Elizabeth liked it when he ran his fingers through her hair, and he understands why now. The shift of hair pulls rarely touched skin, and the brush of the tentacle makes it tingle. From the odd sensation, nothing more. "You said there was an end. After a hundred years service. Over the side, I suppose?"
[02:34] Seiberwing: Two tentacles now thread underneath his matted hair, and it gives Davey Jones another pleasant shiver. There are portions of the boy that are still barely-touched by water. "Unless you happen to have a better idea. After a century, what do you have to return to?"
[02:41] Becky: His hair is never dry on this ship, and he'll have to burn the clothes when he gets the chance after his escape. (Because not escaping is not an option, and he'll risk everything to get back to Elizabeth.) "I have a shop in Port Royal." Weak, even to his own ears.
[02:43] Seiberwing: Davey Jones laughs, practically burbling. The tentacles in Will's hair quiver. "A shop. And you expect it to be there when you get back, right as you left it. And your beautiful love to be sitting in it waiting for you."
[02:44] Becky: "No." Will is not so foolish as that. "I do not expect that at all."
[02:44] Seiberwing: "Then what?" The seamaster's voice grows harder and his tentacles curl around the roots of Will's hair. Their face are almost touching.
[02:47] Becky: "I expect-" This is too close, physically and emotionally. His anger is burning colder, so when he speaks there is a certain vicious intent in it. "I expect she will be dead, my shop long gone, and my life destroyed because "Captain" Jack Sparrow cannot pay his own debts."
[02:54] Seiberwing: "And now you see my point." Davey Jones' breath and voice wash over him like high tide. "You are mine, William Turner." He speaks the name, claiming him again. "Hope will only bring you pain. Accept what you are, or what you will become, and stop thinking about what happens when you finally leave this ship. At that point, you will beg for death." A third tentacle touches his cheek gently. "Because you will no longer have something to live for."
[02:59] Becky: Will has an uncanny luck with the sea. Left to drift as a boy, and he finds not only a ship but a life to look forward to. High tide just means he can go further up the beach before he starts leaving tracks. "Life is worth living for."
[03:02] Seiberwing: "A life without love, or a home, or a single person who knows your name?" The seamaster's gaze grows gentler, as if to say 'I am your only thing to cling to, the only thing you can be loyal to, the only thing you could ever be allowed to care about because you won't even care about yourself when this ship is done with you.'
[03:12] Becky: "If I have to." His breathing has slowed now, each breath slow and deep and not-quite-deliberate. He looks into Davey Jones's eyes, and there's something queerly bright about them. That touch of destiny, maybe.
[03:15] Seiberwing: Davey Jones chuckles, taking a firmer hold on him. "Why?" This amuses him, this lack of fear or violent rage. Will's not a man you commonly find amoung pirates.
[03:16] Becky: "Jack." The name is out before he can stop himself, but there is a bite to it. He does not mean well for Jack Sparrow.
[03:18] Seiberwing: "Even Jack can't survive for a hundred years. Not without me, anyway." He flashes his not-quite-teeth again as he laughs.
[03:22] Becky: "I will not lose my life to pay his debts," Will grits out. How did this- man? being manage to make him so angry with so little of that anger actually directed at him?
[03:26] Seiberwing: "So you'll live out of spite? That will also pass." Yes, heat, the fire in this one's spirit. The desire to do more than merely survive without pain. It's delicious, amazing. He would almost--almost!--trade a bit of Jack's time to keep this one for a decade or so, just until his resolve breaks. Actually, that's not a half-bad thought.
[03:31] Becky: He gives Davey Jones a defiant smile, more teeth than lip. The tentacles in his hair feel heavy against his skin, but they're not so cold now. "I will not become what you want me to become."
[03:34] Seiberwing: "One hundred years, Turner. It's a very long time." Are they not so cold, or is Will becoming less warm? That is the question. A few more probing feelers investigate his neck, seemingly of their own will.
[03:37] Becky: Will twitches his head as the tentacles curl and glide over his neck. They are cold, and he's starting to shiver again. Just faintly; anger-warmth can keep it at bay. "Not long enough."
[03:40] Seiberwing: "We'll see. If you retain that spark of yours for your entire term of service, I will release you, as you are, onto land. If you can still walk on land, that is." They meticulously exaiming his collarbone and the back of his neck.
[03:43] Becky: "Good enough." He shrugs, distantly hoping that will dislodge the tentacles. Better than he could have dreamed of. It's a fall-back plan if he never manages to escape with the key.
[03:47] Seiberwing: The tentacles keep clinging, touching his face, hair, and neck. Going other places would be a bit too forward, so not yet. "But I greatly doubt this anger of yours will last. It's far too hot for the depths of the ocean." He inspects the sides of Will's neck, tilting his head slightly to the right.
[23:01] Becky: Will allows his head to be tilted, the soft tentacles skimming over his skin with a boneless grace. He feels- wet where they have touched him, and there's no heat in the air to make it fade.
[23:07] Seiberwing: Davey Jones inspects his neck--still smooth and unblemished. No gills yet, unless they've sequestered themselves elsewhere under his clothes. Will may find himself in trouble when they next dive. He probes lower, below Will's shirt-collar. Ripsaw wound up breathing from his belly, as the seamaster recalls...
[23:16] Becky: Will claps his hand against the top of his shirt, as if to close it off from the tentacles. His eyes narrow, and his lips peel back ever so slightly, just enough to bare a hint of teeth.
[23:18] Seiberwing: What passes for lips on Davey Jones' mouth purse slightly. Two large tentacles wrench Will's hand away and deliver it to his waiting claw, which clenches it just hard enough to hold the promise of crushed bones should he resist.
[23:27] Becky: Will flexes his fingers slowly, feeling the pressure cut off his circulation. The sharp edges are slowly sawing his skin open with the rocking of the ship as it sailed through the night. It's a pain to hold onto.
[23:29] Seiberwing: The tentacles return to their business, slipping down into the warm areas beneath his shirt. Davey Jones never breaks eye contact with Will the entire time, staring with wet, unhuman eyes that contain a hint of amusement.
[23:34] Becky: Anger can hold out for a long time if it's not pushed and pushing the body. The tentacles against his flesh make his anger flare all over again, heat rushing through his limbs again. The faint shivers stop. Will just looks right back at the seamaster.
[23:38] Seiberwing: They stare at each other. Davey Jones is impartial, as if he has no idea what the rest of his body is currently doing. But he leaves his scaly wet marks all the way down Will's chest, then withdraws. Nothing, not yet.
[23:40] Becky: Will glares, jaw clenched. There's no way out of this, not until he's found the key and has an escape plan to get off this accursed ship.
[23:42] Seiberwing: He's closer to the key than he's ever going to get, although Davey Jones would never tell him that. His free hand sends a probe slithering down Will's back, looking for any changes aside from the five lash-marks that he makes sure to inspect just as thouroughly as the rest of Will.
[23:45] Becky: Perhaps his spine is a little more ridged than normal for a human. And the lash-marks almost seem to writhe under the questing tentacle, scabrous and cracked. Under the pressure of the tentacle, a few of them break open and ooze ichor.
[23:47] Seiberwing: Davey Jones presses a bit deeper, clearly feeling the change without having to actually see it. But the warmth, the precious human warmth, is still there.
[23:50] Becky: The ichor leaves soft, weak, almost-scales under it as it oozes down Will's back, but the scales flake off if rubbed too hard.
[23:53] Seiberwing: The flailing, probing tentacle leaves smears of ichor on itself and on Will, but it worms its way in deeper, the residue of sea salt on it as it is on practically everything here. He should not be so far gone as to ignore pain.
[23:56] Becky: Will has been biting his tongue, trying to keep the pain off his face and failing. His hands clench and unclench, the one held in Davey Jones's claw bleeding slightly.
[23:59] Seiberwing: The seamaster smiles again. Rough suckers slide agonizingly slow over the welts, up his back and over his shoulder again to stain the spare shirt his father had given him with mixed blood and ichor.
[00:02] Becky: Will hisses, eyes clenching shut and stars burst into flame behind his eyelids. Then his eyes open, and the pain-fed anger blazes in them.
[00:08] Seiberwing: Anger, Davey Jones is highly familiar with. The rage that fills the coldness where life once lay, that drives them to gleeful acts of destruction and death. He touches the bloody, ichor-covered tentacle-tip to Will's lips. "You are already changing. Taste it."
[00:12] Becky: Will glares, keep his lips shut tight.
[00:14] Seiberwing: The tentacle pushes in anyway, is stopped by the teeth and Davey Jones tightens his claw, cutting deep into the area above Will's wrist.
[00:15] Becky: Will shakes his head ever so slightly.
[00:16] Seiberwing: Davey Jones narrows his eyes. His claw opens, then snaps shut again on the open wounds.
[00:17] Becky: Will involuntarily hisses in pain, teeth parting.
[00:18] Seiberwing: The tentacles strikes like a snake, slipping in and filling Will's mouth with his own fluids, natural and alien. Biting is not recommended, not to a being who is in a position to rip his hand off at the wrist.
[00:22] Becky: Will gags on the taste and the sudden invasion, his teeth almost snapping shut before he can stop himself. But he hardly does more than press them against the tentacle before forcing his jaws open again.
[00:25] Seiberwing: Davey Jones smiles at Will's discomfort, and at the warmth of his mouth. He curls about his tongue and rests there, letting his point be made without having to exhert himself.
[00:28] Becky: Will glares all the more fiercely and does not swallow any of the fluids in his mouth - not spit, not blood, not ichor, not tentacle-slime.
[00:31] Seiberwing: Davey Jones can wait. He slides the tip over Will's teeth, practically daring him to damn himself and bite down on the invader.
[00:32] Becky: Will takes a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes entirely. He can wait, too. He's done it all his life.
[00:34] Seiberwing: "You can't die in the normal ways, not now." The tentacle explores the corners of his mouth. "I could could slide all the way to your gizzard with this." He means it.
[00:36] Seiberwing: *strike the last could
[00:39] Becky: How long would that hold on death last, Will wondered. Would it cease when he escaped? Or would he be cursed even worse than the crew of the Black Pearl was? Or- Or would the key save him as well as Elizabeth? His jaw worked from side-to-side as he tried not to bite down.
[00:45] Seiberwing: The tentacle probes at the top of his throat, somehow prompting no gag relex or other defensive measures. "Swallow it," he orders. "Or I'll deliver it myself."
[00:50] Becky: Will glares but swallows, mouth and throat contracting briefly as he forces the liquids down. It feels like bad winter-wine going down, cold spreading throughout his chest.
[00:52] Seiberwing: The seamaster smiles cruely, nodding his approval before withdrawing slowly from Will's mouth. The tentacle wraps passively back around his own wrist.
[00:54] Becky: Will raises his free hand to touch his chest, then looks down at his fingers mildly surprised. His stomach feels heavy and cold, and he darts a glance back at Davey Jones.
[00:56] Seiberwing: Davey Jones smiles enigmatically and releases Will's bloody wrist, awaiting a response.
[01:00] Becky: Will shudders violently and wraps his arms around himself, trying to banish this invasive cold.
[01:09] Seiberwing: Davey Jones nods to him, then turns to the door, gesturing to it with a wave of his beard.
[01:11] Becky: Will edges towards it warily, arms still wrapped around himself. "It's locked." His teeth start to chatter towards the end, and he snaps them shut.
[01:13] Seiberwing: "Is it?" He taps the floor with this foot and what would seem to be the latch up and scuttles off.
[01:15] Becky: Will blinks, then looks wraps his hand around the knob and forces the door open.
[01:16] Seiberwing: This sends a lot of people scattering, more than should normally have been near that door in this point in the day. Bootstrap Bill is near the edge of the quickly dispersing crown, looking anxiously at his son.
[01:18] Becky: Will forces himself to stop clutching at himself, unclenches each finger seperately and lowers his hand, then walks towards his father- Before the bosun snaps out an order, and he's sent off to the other end of the ship.
[01:22] Seiberwing: The crew grumbles about and returns to work, while Davey Jones watches Will go about his work, moving more stiffly than before. He thoughtfully puts the tentacle tip to his his own lips, feeling a bit of residual warmth and non-saline moisture. Retrieving Jack Sparrow (or 99 other souls) is the first order of business, but seeing how William Turner fairs in his first decade might prove an interesting game on its own.
Edit: And actual tentacle porn to be found here. Is rather amusing.
[23:43] Seiberwing: Perhaps more subtle, at least at first. Tentacles flitting over and tasting his skin. Nothing but mere suggestion.
[23:44] Becky: *nod-nods*
[23:45] Becky: Ah, but where has he taken his pretty to sample it?
[23:46] Seiberwing: His own barnacle-ridden cabin, obviously. With a dirty bit of cloth on a wooden berth. Just to...talk, he says.
[23:49] Becky: As if Will believes him on that bit. The young man is prone to trusting people until they give him a reason not to, but Davey Jones... It's hard to trust a man who deals in souls.
[23:51] Seiberwing: Davey Jones fetches a pipe out of...somewhere amoungst his beard. And yet Will trusts a pirate. Jack Sparrow, of all pirates.
[23:53] Becky: (Though, perhaps not so much after the whole "being sent to settle his debt" thing.)
[23:54] Seiberwing: (Well, trusted)
[23:55] Becky: Will was hardly yet a man when he met Jack. The pirate... impressed him. And helped him win his betrothed.
[23:58] Seiberwing: A bit of smoke exits a round opening on the side of his face. And exactly what manner of impressing was this? Dazzled by his roguish charms? His wit? His complete lack of emotional connection to anything more sentient than a floating bit of wood and cloth?
[00:10] Becky: Will flushes slightly. "I do not think that is any of your business."
[00:11] Seiberwing: "I see." Davey Jones takes another puff on the pipe. "That manner of impressing. It doesn't surprise me." The air is so moist, one wonders how the pipe even stays lit.
[00:14] Becky: Will's flush deepens. Even when he spends enough time in the sun to turn dark, the few things that make him blush are easy to read.
[00:15] Seiberwing: The corner of the seamaster's mouth turns upward. "He has that effect on people. Talks himself into and out of everything, or at least he thinks he can." The boat and its crew are so cold, and Davey Jones can feel this live, human warmth from a hundred feet away. It feels nice.
[00:18] Becky: "Yes," Will murmurs. "And he'll ignore what help he's gotten along the way." Just a trifle bitter, there. Will just wanted to save Elizabeth, not get dragged into one of Jack's mad adventures again.
[00:20] Seiberwing: "As emotional as he seems, his entire existance centers around apathy." Warm and soft, yes. And not a barnacle on him.
[00:21] Becky: Will bites his lip, his gaze unconsciously flitting away from Davey Jones. No, there's something he suspects Jack is after... Something he may have to kill the pirate for one day.
[00:24] Seiberwing: Davey Jones notes this and jumps on it. Love, yes, something he hasn't felt in a good while and never plans to feel again. "And what do you think he's doing now, Will?" He breathes another puff of smoke into the air.
[00:25] Becky: The smoke in the room isn't managing to warm things up. Will was never prone to shivering, but all this cold- "I expect," he says levelly. "He is trying to fulfill your bargain, and looking for a way out of it at the same time."
[00:28] Seiberwing: He'll get used to it. He'll grow his gills and lose his body heat to the chill of the sea, after a time. They all do. "Mmm, and after that, providing he does perform a miracle above his moral status and finds another 99 souls? Back to revelry and thieving and...other such matters?" Davey Jones dangles the final phrase like bait before a shark.
[00:33] Becky: The pulsepoint at his throat jerks, and Will has to bite his tongue. "Yes. All that matters to him in the world is the Pearl." All that had better matter to him is the Pearl.
[00:34] Seiberwing: "Is it?" He doubts. This true love, this delusion, is falling apart. Davey Jones tucks his pipe away and takes a step closer to the full-human.
[00:35] Becky: "It is." Will's eyes narrow, then flick towards the door.
[00:37] Seiberwing: "And exactly how do you know this? Jack is full of life, I should know. He is appealing." Davey Jones follows his gaze with a slight smile. I own you. Don't think you can run.
[00:41] Becky: Will glares at the captain of his current ship. "He may be full of life, but that does not mean he cares for anyone in the world." And Will had to use his betrothed's name to keep Jack from letting him die.
[00:44] Seiberwing: "There is a high difference between caring and desiring. And Jack is quite seasoned in ways of desiring." There is something odd in his voice, the purr of a sucessful recruitment or the pleasure of watching a ship dying in agony.
[00:45] Becky: Will's hand clenches, and that pulsepoint at his throat jerks again, but he says nothing. His eyes are on Davey Jones, wary and angry as a caged puma.
[00:48] Seiberwing: "Mmm." He sees it. Perhaps in his mind, sees this true love of his submitting to the wiles of an untamed pirate, free to do as he pleases without the tiresome baggage of Will. "Denial won't serve you well, here."
[00:48] Seiberwing: A large lobster-claw touches the boy's shoulder, almost sympathetically.
[00:51] Becky: Will jerks away, fury flashing in his eyes. An old anger, long banked and buried, that Davey Jones has been gently poking to life. "Do not-"
[00:53] Seiberwing: The tentacles on his face wriggle about in a lively fashion as he smiles. "One hundred years. No lover is that loyal."
[00:55] Becky: Will gives his head a quick, sharp shake. There's uncertainty in his face now, in the slight relaxing of his jaw and widening of his eyes.
[00:58] Seiberwing: Davey Jones takes another step closer, barnacles huddling away at every thump of his feet. One long thin tentacle curls out from his wrist and around his claw. "You were impressed. Might not she be impressed as well?"
[01:00] Becky: Will steps back, finds the edge of the berth with the back of his thigh. "Without me, her father could make a suitable match for her." As if that is any comfort. Better to look at than her most likely fate, though. Or to imagine her hanged.
[01:02] Seiberwing: "Would she submit to it?" Simple logic, a woman who would want a man such as Will does not let her destiny be controlled by politics. "Jack comes to her with a sad story of how you were lost at sea, she falls into tears, and he comforts her. Women change like the wind, and never stay the same heading."
[01:03] Seiberwing: He takes another step closer, ignoring the crunch as he steps on something vaguely crustacean.
[01:04] Becky: "Elizabeth is not like that!" Oh, yes, Will take refuge in anger at the insult to Elizabeth's character. Better by far than to listen to Davey Jones.
[01:06] Seiberwing: "Elizabeth." Davey Jones rolls the name around in his mouth, tasting it thoroughly. "If you had faith, you wouldn't need to yell. Is she beautiful? Long smooth hair, soft skin?" He looks from Will's face down to his chest and back again as he says this.
[01:14] Becky: Will pants softly, anger running hot in him. He's no longer shivering, but he's also a little... blind. He doesn't realize quite what Davey Jones is getting at. "She is beautiful. She won't-"
[01:16] Seiberwing: "Beauty attracts." He touches Will's shoulder again. "And some things are hard to resist."
[01:18] Becky: Will inhales sharply, then glances from Davey Jones's claw up to his tentacled face. His anger curls up on itself as panic takes over for a brief moment.
[01:21] Seiberwing: One thin, cold, and wet feeler snakes up to touch Will's cheek. Davey Jones' eyes are cold, but by no means emotionless.
[01:23] Becky: Will tenses, his breaths coming faster and faster. He's looking at the pirate with a kind of panic, all wide-eyed and wild-eyed, and he keeps darting glances at the door.
[01:27] Seiberwing: The door is shut. Locked. And no one would dare open it no matter what sort of sounds came from inside. Davey Jones' smile widens to reveal pointed...are those teeth? It's hard to tell. "We haven't had a crewman as fresh as you in a long while."
[01:33] Becky: "Given your hiring practice, I'm not surprised." His heart is hammering in his chest, and the feeler is just laying against his cheek. It is cold and slimy and not at all human in its texture... The tiny suckers make it rough, like running his fingers over soft, squishy rust.
[01:36] Seiberwing: "You were most certainly special. You weren't afraid." Well, as afraid. The tentacle leaves a slick trail up his cheek, down the line of his hair, and around the soft curve of his ear. Warm like the inside of a gutted pelican, smooth like a sea cucumber.
[01:40] Becky: Will is not entirely afraid now. No, that's wrong. It's a different sort of fear, freezing him in place rather than spurring him into action. He can hardly do more than pant and stare at Davey Jones's pale eyes. "I had business."
[01:42] Seiberwing: "So you did. But you didn't know where it would take you." One of his longest beardtacles (one random phrase by a drunken crewman and the nickname never quite went away) touches the faint bit of hair on Will's chin.
[01:45] Becky: "No...." That word is barely a breath of air as his gaze flicks to the tentacle. But he manages to find the strength in himself to keep his voice level for the next sentence. "No, I didn't."
[01:47] Seiberwing: Davey Jones' hands are hardened claws and his mouth is a curved hole that serves the purposes of speaking, eating, and smoking, nothing more. His finer tentacles, on the other hand, are quite sensitive. The one on Will's chin slides upwards and leaves a wet slickness on his lips. "Do you now?"
[01:51] Becky: Will strains as far back as he can without stepping back, and he's still breathing hard and hot. "I think so."
[01:54] Seiberwing: Hot, yes. Like a soothing caress about his tentacle-tip, something he hasn't felt in a good while. This is life, and the hope that that life will continue, even thought only a fool would not have lost hope by now. Unable to resist, the seamaster probes at the opening of his lips. "Do you?"
[01:56] Becky: Will resolutely closes his teeth and does not answer. But his eyes blaze with anger - anger at Jack, anger at Davey Jones, anger at Beckett, anger at someone whose name he dare not think lest that anger become real.
[02:00] Seiberwing: Flat teeth, useless blunt things. They'll sharpen up as his fiery soul begins to be smothered. Davey Jones feels the soft inner lining of his lips, so warm and smooth, so moist in a way far different than that of the sea. It gives him odd chills.
[02:05] Becky: Will grinds his teeth together. Someone far stupider than he might risk trying to bite that tentacle in his mouth, but the blacksmith/adventurer hadn't lived as long as he had without some sense.
[02:08] Seiberwing: The five still-bloody marks on Will's back should be enough of a warning. "So why do you still hold out hope?" Davey Jones asks quietly, leaving his mouth reluctantly and cupping Will's chin."You belong to me, and Jack certainly has no intention of saving you."
[02:16] Becky: The tentacle cupping his chin does not let him pull his head back; for all the odd way they like, they're as powerful as any octopus's. "I don't expect Jack to save me." I expect to save myself.
[02:20] Seiberwing: "Then you stay here. A hundred years, while you serve on my crew and lose everything that once made you human. Your breath, your skin, your hair, your warmth, your hope." The seamaster leans a bit closer and breathes on his face. It smells of mildew and dead fish, and it is as comforting as cold seaweed.
[02:22] Becky: "And after that?" Will wrinkles his nose, turns away from the smell. It reminds him of the docks, and the docks remind him of the ships. The sea's been kind to him all his life, in her own careless way, but ships- Ships often turned fickle.
[02:27] Seiberwing: Davey Jones does not let him turn away. He will stay and listen, and watch, and feel. "And after that...look at the creatures around you. That is your future." The tentacle wriggles up Will's face again, explores his hair. Soft in a different way. One might want to curl up and take a nap in it.
[02:30] Becky: Elizabeth liked it when he ran his fingers through her hair, and he understands why now. The shift of hair pulls rarely touched skin, and the brush of the tentacle makes it tingle. From the odd sensation, nothing more. "You said there was an end. After a hundred years service. Over the side, I suppose?"
[02:34] Seiberwing: Two tentacles now thread underneath his matted hair, and it gives Davey Jones another pleasant shiver. There are portions of the boy that are still barely-touched by water. "Unless you happen to have a better idea. After a century, what do you have to return to?"
[02:41] Becky: His hair is never dry on this ship, and he'll have to burn the clothes when he gets the chance after his escape. (Because not escaping is not an option, and he'll risk everything to get back to Elizabeth.) "I have a shop in Port Royal." Weak, even to his own ears.
[02:43] Seiberwing: Davey Jones laughs, practically burbling. The tentacles in Will's hair quiver. "A shop. And you expect it to be there when you get back, right as you left it. And your beautiful love to be sitting in it waiting for you."
[02:44] Becky: "No." Will is not so foolish as that. "I do not expect that at all."
[02:44] Seiberwing: "Then what?" The seamaster's voice grows harder and his tentacles curl around the roots of Will's hair. Their face are almost touching.
[02:47] Becky: "I expect-" This is too close, physically and emotionally. His anger is burning colder, so when he speaks there is a certain vicious intent in it. "I expect she will be dead, my shop long gone, and my life destroyed because "Captain" Jack Sparrow cannot pay his own debts."
[02:54] Seiberwing: "And now you see my point." Davey Jones' breath and voice wash over him like high tide. "You are mine, William Turner." He speaks the name, claiming him again. "Hope will only bring you pain. Accept what you are, or what you will become, and stop thinking about what happens when you finally leave this ship. At that point, you will beg for death." A third tentacle touches his cheek gently. "Because you will no longer have something to live for."
[02:59] Becky: Will has an uncanny luck with the sea. Left to drift as a boy, and he finds not only a ship but a life to look forward to. High tide just means he can go further up the beach before he starts leaving tracks. "Life is worth living for."
[03:02] Seiberwing: "A life without love, or a home, or a single person who knows your name?" The seamaster's gaze grows gentler, as if to say 'I am your only thing to cling to, the only thing you can be loyal to, the only thing you could ever be allowed to care about because you won't even care about yourself when this ship is done with you.'
[03:12] Becky: "If I have to." His breathing has slowed now, each breath slow and deep and not-quite-deliberate. He looks into Davey Jones's eyes, and there's something queerly bright about them. That touch of destiny, maybe.
[03:15] Seiberwing: Davey Jones chuckles, taking a firmer hold on him. "Why?" This amuses him, this lack of fear or violent rage. Will's not a man you commonly find amoung pirates.
[03:16] Becky: "Jack." The name is out before he can stop himself, but there is a bite to it. He does not mean well for Jack Sparrow.
[03:18] Seiberwing: "Even Jack can't survive for a hundred years. Not without me, anyway." He flashes his not-quite-teeth again as he laughs.
[03:22] Becky: "I will not lose my life to pay his debts," Will grits out. How did this- man? being manage to make him so angry with so little of that anger actually directed at him?
[03:26] Seiberwing: "So you'll live out of spite? That will also pass." Yes, heat, the fire in this one's spirit. The desire to do more than merely survive without pain. It's delicious, amazing. He would almost--almost!--trade a bit of Jack's time to keep this one for a decade or so, just until his resolve breaks. Actually, that's not a half-bad thought.
[03:31] Becky: He gives Davey Jones a defiant smile, more teeth than lip. The tentacles in his hair feel heavy against his skin, but they're not so cold now. "I will not become what you want me to become."
[03:34] Seiberwing: "One hundred years, Turner. It's a very long time." Are they not so cold, or is Will becoming less warm? That is the question. A few more probing feelers investigate his neck, seemingly of their own will.
[03:37] Becky: Will twitches his head as the tentacles curl and glide over his neck. They are cold, and he's starting to shiver again. Just faintly; anger-warmth can keep it at bay. "Not long enough."
[03:40] Seiberwing: "We'll see. If you retain that spark of yours for your entire term of service, I will release you, as you are, onto land. If you can still walk on land, that is." They meticulously exaiming his collarbone and the back of his neck.
[03:43] Becky: "Good enough." He shrugs, distantly hoping that will dislodge the tentacles. Better than he could have dreamed of. It's a fall-back plan if he never manages to escape with the key.
[03:47] Seiberwing: The tentacles keep clinging, touching his face, hair, and neck. Going other places would be a bit too forward, so not yet. "But I greatly doubt this anger of yours will last. It's far too hot for the depths of the ocean." He inspects the sides of Will's neck, tilting his head slightly to the right.
[23:01] Becky: Will allows his head to be tilted, the soft tentacles skimming over his skin with a boneless grace. He feels- wet where they have touched him, and there's no heat in the air to make it fade.
[23:07] Seiberwing: Davey Jones inspects his neck--still smooth and unblemished. No gills yet, unless they've sequestered themselves elsewhere under his clothes. Will may find himself in trouble when they next dive. He probes lower, below Will's shirt-collar. Ripsaw wound up breathing from his belly, as the seamaster recalls...
[23:16] Becky: Will claps his hand against the top of his shirt, as if to close it off from the tentacles. His eyes narrow, and his lips peel back ever so slightly, just enough to bare a hint of teeth.
[23:18] Seiberwing: What passes for lips on Davey Jones' mouth purse slightly. Two large tentacles wrench Will's hand away and deliver it to his waiting claw, which clenches it just hard enough to hold the promise of crushed bones should he resist.
[23:27] Becky: Will flexes his fingers slowly, feeling the pressure cut off his circulation. The sharp edges are slowly sawing his skin open with the rocking of the ship as it sailed through the night. It's a pain to hold onto.
[23:29] Seiberwing: The tentacles return to their business, slipping down into the warm areas beneath his shirt. Davey Jones never breaks eye contact with Will the entire time, staring with wet, unhuman eyes that contain a hint of amusement.
[23:34] Becky: Anger can hold out for a long time if it's not pushed and pushing the body. The tentacles against his flesh make his anger flare all over again, heat rushing through his limbs again. The faint shivers stop. Will just looks right back at the seamaster.
[23:38] Seiberwing: They stare at each other. Davey Jones is impartial, as if he has no idea what the rest of his body is currently doing. But he leaves his scaly wet marks all the way down Will's chest, then withdraws. Nothing, not yet.
[23:40] Becky: Will glares, jaw clenched. There's no way out of this, not until he's found the key and has an escape plan to get off this accursed ship.
[23:42] Seiberwing: He's closer to the key than he's ever going to get, although Davey Jones would never tell him that. His free hand sends a probe slithering down Will's back, looking for any changes aside from the five lash-marks that he makes sure to inspect just as thouroughly as the rest of Will.
[23:45] Becky: Perhaps his spine is a little more ridged than normal for a human. And the lash-marks almost seem to writhe under the questing tentacle, scabrous and cracked. Under the pressure of the tentacle, a few of them break open and ooze ichor.
[23:47] Seiberwing: Davey Jones presses a bit deeper, clearly feeling the change without having to actually see it. But the warmth, the precious human warmth, is still there.
[23:50] Becky: The ichor leaves soft, weak, almost-scales under it as it oozes down Will's back, but the scales flake off if rubbed too hard.
[23:53] Seiberwing: The flailing, probing tentacle leaves smears of ichor on itself and on Will, but it worms its way in deeper, the residue of sea salt on it as it is on practically everything here. He should not be so far gone as to ignore pain.
[23:56] Becky: Will has been biting his tongue, trying to keep the pain off his face and failing. His hands clench and unclench, the one held in Davey Jones's claw bleeding slightly.
[23:59] Seiberwing: The seamaster smiles again. Rough suckers slide agonizingly slow over the welts, up his back and over his shoulder again to stain the spare shirt his father had given him with mixed blood and ichor.
[00:02] Becky: Will hisses, eyes clenching shut and stars burst into flame behind his eyelids. Then his eyes open, and the pain-fed anger blazes in them.
[00:08] Seiberwing: Anger, Davey Jones is highly familiar with. The rage that fills the coldness where life once lay, that drives them to gleeful acts of destruction and death. He touches the bloody, ichor-covered tentacle-tip to Will's lips. "You are already changing. Taste it."
[00:12] Becky: Will glares, keep his lips shut tight.
[00:14] Seiberwing: The tentacle pushes in anyway, is stopped by the teeth and Davey Jones tightens his claw, cutting deep into the area above Will's wrist.
[00:15] Becky: Will shakes his head ever so slightly.
[00:16] Seiberwing: Davey Jones narrows his eyes. His claw opens, then snaps shut again on the open wounds.
[00:17] Becky: Will involuntarily hisses in pain, teeth parting.
[00:18] Seiberwing: The tentacles strikes like a snake, slipping in and filling Will's mouth with his own fluids, natural and alien. Biting is not recommended, not to a being who is in a position to rip his hand off at the wrist.
[00:22] Becky: Will gags on the taste and the sudden invasion, his teeth almost snapping shut before he can stop himself. But he hardly does more than press them against the tentacle before forcing his jaws open again.
[00:25] Seiberwing: Davey Jones smiles at Will's discomfort, and at the warmth of his mouth. He curls about his tongue and rests there, letting his point be made without having to exhert himself.
[00:28] Becky: Will glares all the more fiercely and does not swallow any of the fluids in his mouth - not spit, not blood, not ichor, not tentacle-slime.
[00:31] Seiberwing: Davey Jones can wait. He slides the tip over Will's teeth, practically daring him to damn himself and bite down on the invader.
[00:32] Becky: Will takes a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes entirely. He can wait, too. He's done it all his life.
[00:34] Seiberwing: "You can't die in the normal ways, not now." The tentacle explores the corners of his mouth. "I could could slide all the way to your gizzard with this." He means it.
[00:36] Seiberwing: *strike the last could
[00:39] Becky: How long would that hold on death last, Will wondered. Would it cease when he escaped? Or would he be cursed even worse than the crew of the Black Pearl was? Or- Or would the key save him as well as Elizabeth? His jaw worked from side-to-side as he tried not to bite down.
[00:45] Seiberwing: The tentacle probes at the top of his throat, somehow prompting no gag relex or other defensive measures. "Swallow it," he orders. "Or I'll deliver it myself."
[00:50] Becky: Will glares but swallows, mouth and throat contracting briefly as he forces the liquids down. It feels like bad winter-wine going down, cold spreading throughout his chest.
[00:52] Seiberwing: The seamaster smiles cruely, nodding his approval before withdrawing slowly from Will's mouth. The tentacle wraps passively back around his own wrist.
[00:54] Becky: Will raises his free hand to touch his chest, then looks down at his fingers mildly surprised. His stomach feels heavy and cold, and he darts a glance back at Davey Jones.
[00:56] Seiberwing: Davey Jones smiles enigmatically and releases Will's bloody wrist, awaiting a response.
[01:00] Becky: Will shudders violently and wraps his arms around himself, trying to banish this invasive cold.
[01:09] Seiberwing: Davey Jones nods to him, then turns to the door, gesturing to it with a wave of his beard.
[01:11] Becky: Will edges towards it warily, arms still wrapped around himself. "It's locked." His teeth start to chatter towards the end, and he snaps them shut.
[01:13] Seiberwing: "Is it?" He taps the floor with this foot and what would seem to be the latch up and scuttles off.
[01:15] Becky: Will blinks, then looks wraps his hand around the knob and forces the door open.
[01:16] Seiberwing: This sends a lot of people scattering, more than should normally have been near that door in this point in the day. Bootstrap Bill is near the edge of the quickly dispersing crown, looking anxiously at his son.
[01:18] Becky: Will forces himself to stop clutching at himself, unclenches each finger seperately and lowers his hand, then walks towards his father- Before the bosun snaps out an order, and he's sent off to the other end of the ship.
[01:22] Seiberwing: The crew grumbles about and returns to work, while Davey Jones watches Will go about his work, moving more stiffly than before. He thoughtfully puts the tentacle tip to his his own lips, feeling a bit of residual warmth and non-saline moisture. Retrieving Jack Sparrow (or 99 other souls) is the first order of business, but seeing how William Turner fairs in his first decade might prove an interesting game on its own.
Edit: And actual tentacle porn to be found here. Is rather amusing.