Ghosts Of The Abyss: Chapter 7
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With that said, onward to the idiocy that is Gethesemane
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Chapter 7
Katherine
ZeldaQueen: Point of view change, take a drink! \~/
I was still shaken after what had happened, even more so when Jack reluctantly explained it to me.
ZeldaQueen: I, meanwhile, am disappointed.
And why would he "reluctantly" explain it to her? She's supposed to be a pirate, not a fainting flower that has to be babied! Geez, I'm reminded of Wanderer, the Soul who was supposed to be a great explorer, yet was such so delicate that everyone walked on eggshells around her
It seems that I had strong connections to Sirena, even in death. Perhaps I was Sirena…but why would she choose me? What could she have planned for me?
ZeldaQueen: MY GOD, YOU’RE STUPID!!!
I’m sorry, but she is! *tugs hair in frustration* This isn’t how reincarnation works, and she was told she was the reincarnation of Sirena!!! What does she think is going on?
Tia Dalma looked at the saddened, pitiful souls that drifted in the water beneath us.
ZeldaQueen: Ah, here it is
“This is supposed to be in the care of Davy Jones,” she said softly, yet angrily. “He is supposed to ferry the souls from the world of the living to the world of the dead.”
His song, the song of Sirena’s locket, drifted through my mind, yet this time it sounded painful and restrained. Something was wrong. And, oddly enough, I felt it had something to do with Beckett.
“Beckett’s done something to him,” I told her. “I know it. I can feel it.”
ZeldaQueen: …And there it went.
I was wrong, ladies and gentlemen. Gethesemane didn’t ignore Jones’ neglect of his duties. She just shifted the blame to Beckett.
Gethesemane, you are an idiot. No, don’t argue, you are. It was stated quite clearly that Davy Jones was fucking off on the job after Calypso left him. That’s why he looked like a crab-thing! If he had done his job, he and his crew would have looked like regular people!
Tia Dalma’s eyes widened in what seemed like terror, but the look was quick that I didn’t have time to register what I had seen in her face.
ZeldaQueen: And she still has no idea what’s going on. What a dumbass \~/
“And even if the cad has done something to Jones,” said Jack from the wheel after he had usurped it from my uncle, “why would we care?”
ZeldaQueen: That’s a very good point
“Because he’s a pirate - if we get him on our side, do you realize what a powerful ally he’d make? He’s the ruler of the seas. If we get him on our side, we have the advantage,” I replied. I looked around at the rest of the crew. “A war is brewing on the seas. The last stand is right on that horizon; the only question is that are you going to fight to the death for the freedom of all pirates, or let our kind die out?”
ZeldaQueen: Translation - the Sue hasn’t boned him yet, so she wants him around. Because that’s all that there is. Don’t give me that “fighting for all pirates” crap, missy. It’s perfectly clear that all you care about is yourself. That’s why Calypso is given more screen time as the villain than Beckett, that’s why you keep insisting that Jones is a woobie, and that’s why the plot focuses more on that stupid Sirena chick. It’s all about you, which is doubly disgusting when you consider that you’re a self insert for Gethesemane, as it means that she’s basically rewritten the entire plot of the latter half of the trilogy to revolve around her.
God, I’m pissed off
Davy Jones
ZeldaQueen: *wearily* You all know the drill, ladies and gents \~/
Because you love her?
That cold question had haunted me. Did I love her? Or was it Sirena that I wanted? Damned if I knew.
ZeldaQueen: Neither. You love Calypso
The night was strangely silent, the atmosphere tense with an impending storm. It was as if an apocolypse was now at hand. The only question was when it was going to strike.
ZeldaQueen: That’s easy. It’s going to strike in Chapter Fifteen, when the Sue discovers hentai.
I’m very sorry
There was something coming; I could feel it, just from the waves. It was as if the sea knew what lay ahead, yet it was reluctant to reveal it.
ZeldaQueen: I don’t blame it. It’s never easy to be the one to tell that the fandom’s been invaded by a Sue
"Sir."
I turned; one of my crew had come into my stateroom.
"Beckett's got new orders," he said. "He says he wants you in his office."
ZeldaQueen: Because I’m bored out of my mind and this fic already brings horrible images of hentai sex, I’m going to pretend that “new orders in his office” is a euphemism
"I can't be summoned like some mongrel pup," I grumbled under my breath as I stormed past him.
ZeldaQueen: …And yet, you totally just were.
When I arrived in Beckett's office, I found him standing at the window, looking out over the moonlit waters.
"Lovely night, isn't it?" he asked idly.
"I didn't come here for idle conversation. What do you want?"
ZeldaQueen: (Beckett) “I wanted to see how many times Ms Gethesemane could cram the word ‘idle’ within a handful of sentences”
"Well, all right then," he answered as he crossed the room to his desk. He then withdrew a sealed parchment and handed it to me.
"What's this?" I asked as I broke the seal and looked at it.
"Execution orders."
"Execution? For who?"
"Katherine Sparrow and her husband. It also states on the document that I give you permission to fire upon the Pearl and attack as you see fit."
ZeldaQueen: Ohhhhh I like Beckett now!
Don’t look at me like that. He’s trying to kill the Sue. I’m so happy, I’m going to ignore the fact that Kate is getting more focus than Jack, even though Jack is the one with the personal history regarding the East India Trading Company \~/
"Katherine has nothing to do with my dealings with Sparrow, and neither do you."
ZeldaQueen: …Dude, are you stupid? Or has it somehow escaped your notice that Beckett has been using you for bringing down piracy?
You know what, take a shot for that. Gethesemane is just using the pirate deaths as a way to show how OH SO IN WUV Jones is with Kate \~/
He quirked a brow; I realized how defensive I had become of her, and I shut my mouth.
ZeldaQueen: *headdesk*
"This isn't an execution order," I told him. "This is a Letter of Marque. I am not going to be a bloody privateer. I'm under contract with no one."
I slammed the parchment down on the desk. This did nothing to intimidate him.
"You are under contract," he answered calmly. "As long as I am in possession of that heart, you serve me, just as if you had signed a contract in blood."
ZeldaQueen: Yes, I still am mighty fond of Beckett. Dammit Gethesemane, that takes talent to get me to like him. You have no idea how much I hated him in the movie
I glared at him; I was under no contract. I was being blackmailed. Unfortunately, I could do nothing and was powerless to regain my heart. He had guards posted around it at all times, and those guards constantly had their guns aimed at it, ready to fire. I was being coerced into the destruction of my kind. I was being forced to kill pirates, simply so he could rule the seas and advance his wealth. I had killed before, but those that I had killed were already at death's door. These victims now were far from death. It seemed as if I was his tool for genocide.
ZeldaQueen: Correct me if I’m wrong, but I got the feeling in the movie that Jones was more pissed that he was being bossed around.
I suspect this is Gethesemane trying to make him a big sweetie. “Oh, he normally isn’t so bad! He only killed people who were nearly dead!” Bite me, Suethor. He outright described himself as a heartless wretch and said “life is cruel, why should death be any different?”
"You are a heartless bastard," I hissed to him.
He chuckled. "You would know, wouldn't you, Jones?"
ZeldaQueen: And…we’re just ending there? In the middle of the conversation or whatever?
(Author's Note: Wow. Two updates in one day. I'm so proud of myself. Now someone go get me a chocolate chip cookie.)
ZeldaQueen: Get your cookie yourself, you lazy bitch.
I‘m sorry, but that just rubs me the wrong way. “Tee hee, I farted out even more of my crap story! You peons had better just reward me!”
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Back to: Chapter 6
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With that said, onward to the idiocy that is Gethesemane
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Chapter 7
Katherine
ZeldaQueen: Point of view change, take a drink! \~/
I was still shaken after what had happened, even more so when Jack reluctantly explained it to me.
ZeldaQueen: I, meanwhile, am disappointed.
And why would he "reluctantly" explain it to her? She's supposed to be a pirate, not a fainting flower that has to be babied! Geez, I'm reminded of Wanderer, the Soul who was supposed to be a great explorer, yet was such so delicate that everyone walked on eggshells around her
It seems that I had strong connections to Sirena, even in death. Perhaps I was Sirena…but why would she choose me? What could she have planned for me?
ZeldaQueen: MY GOD, YOU’RE STUPID!!!
I’m sorry, but she is! *tugs hair in frustration* This isn’t how reincarnation works, and she was told she was the reincarnation of Sirena!!! What does she think is going on?
Tia Dalma looked at the saddened, pitiful souls that drifted in the water beneath us.
ZeldaQueen: Ah, here it is
“This is supposed to be in the care of Davy Jones,” she said softly, yet angrily. “He is supposed to ferry the souls from the world of the living to the world of the dead.”
His song, the song of Sirena’s locket, drifted through my mind, yet this time it sounded painful and restrained. Something was wrong. And, oddly enough, I felt it had something to do with Beckett.
“Beckett’s done something to him,” I told her. “I know it. I can feel it.”
ZeldaQueen: …And there it went.
I was wrong, ladies and gentlemen. Gethesemane didn’t ignore Jones’ neglect of his duties. She just shifted the blame to Beckett.
Gethesemane, you are an idiot. No, don’t argue, you are. It was stated quite clearly that Davy Jones was fucking off on the job after Calypso left him. That’s why he looked like a crab-thing! If he had done his job, he and his crew would have looked like regular people!
Tia Dalma’s eyes widened in what seemed like terror, but the look was quick that I didn’t have time to register what I had seen in her face.
ZeldaQueen: And she still has no idea what’s going on. What a dumbass \~/
“And even if the cad has done something to Jones,” said Jack from the wheel after he had usurped it from my uncle, “why would we care?”
ZeldaQueen: That’s a very good point
“Because he’s a pirate - if we get him on our side, do you realize what a powerful ally he’d make? He’s the ruler of the seas. If we get him on our side, we have the advantage,” I replied. I looked around at the rest of the crew. “A war is brewing on the seas. The last stand is right on that horizon; the only question is that are you going to fight to the death for the freedom of all pirates, or let our kind die out?”
ZeldaQueen: Translation - the Sue hasn’t boned him yet, so she wants him around. Because that’s all that there is. Don’t give me that “fighting for all pirates” crap, missy. It’s perfectly clear that all you care about is yourself. That’s why Calypso is given more screen time as the villain than Beckett, that’s why you keep insisting that Jones is a woobie, and that’s why the plot focuses more on that stupid Sirena chick. It’s all about you, which is doubly disgusting when you consider that you’re a self insert for Gethesemane, as it means that she’s basically rewritten the entire plot of the latter half of the trilogy to revolve around her.
God, I’m pissed off
Davy Jones
ZeldaQueen: *wearily* You all know the drill, ladies and gents \~/
Because you love her?
That cold question had haunted me. Did I love her? Or was it Sirena that I wanted? Damned if I knew.
ZeldaQueen: Neither. You love Calypso
The night was strangely silent, the atmosphere tense with an impending storm. It was as if an apocolypse was now at hand. The only question was when it was going to strike.
ZeldaQueen: That’s easy. It’s going to strike in Chapter Fifteen, when the Sue discovers hentai.
I’m very sorry
There was something coming; I could feel it, just from the waves. It was as if the sea knew what lay ahead, yet it was reluctant to reveal it.
ZeldaQueen: I don’t blame it. It’s never easy to be the one to tell that the fandom’s been invaded by a Sue
"Sir."
I turned; one of my crew had come into my stateroom.
"Beckett's got new orders," he said. "He says he wants you in his office."
ZeldaQueen: Because I’m bored out of my mind and this fic already brings horrible images of hentai sex, I’m going to pretend that “new orders in his office” is a euphemism
"I can't be summoned like some mongrel pup," I grumbled under my breath as I stormed past him.
ZeldaQueen: …And yet, you totally just were.
When I arrived in Beckett's office, I found him standing at the window, looking out over the moonlit waters.
"Lovely night, isn't it?" he asked idly.
"I didn't come here for idle conversation. What do you want?"
ZeldaQueen: (Beckett) “I wanted to see how many times Ms Gethesemane could cram the word ‘idle’ within a handful of sentences”
"Well, all right then," he answered as he crossed the room to his desk. He then withdrew a sealed parchment and handed it to me.
"What's this?" I asked as I broke the seal and looked at it.
"Execution orders."
"Execution? For who?"
"Katherine Sparrow and her husband. It also states on the document that I give you permission to fire upon the Pearl and attack as you see fit."
ZeldaQueen: Ohhhhh I like Beckett now!
Don’t look at me like that. He’s trying to kill the Sue. I’m so happy, I’m going to ignore the fact that Kate is getting more focus than Jack, even though Jack is the one with the personal history regarding the East India Trading Company \~/
"Katherine has nothing to do with my dealings with Sparrow, and neither do you."
ZeldaQueen: …Dude, are you stupid? Or has it somehow escaped your notice that Beckett has been using you for bringing down piracy?
You know what, take a shot for that. Gethesemane is just using the pirate deaths as a way to show how OH SO IN WUV Jones is with Kate \~/
He quirked a brow; I realized how defensive I had become of her, and I shut my mouth.
ZeldaQueen: *headdesk*
"This isn't an execution order," I told him. "This is a Letter of Marque. I am not going to be a bloody privateer. I'm under contract with no one."
I slammed the parchment down on the desk. This did nothing to intimidate him.
"You are under contract," he answered calmly. "As long as I am in possession of that heart, you serve me, just as if you had signed a contract in blood."
ZeldaQueen: Yes, I still am mighty fond of Beckett. Dammit Gethesemane, that takes talent to get me to like him. You have no idea how much I hated him in the movie
I glared at him; I was under no contract. I was being blackmailed. Unfortunately, I could do nothing and was powerless to regain my heart. He had guards posted around it at all times, and those guards constantly had their guns aimed at it, ready to fire. I was being coerced into the destruction of my kind. I was being forced to kill pirates, simply so he could rule the seas and advance his wealth. I had killed before, but those that I had killed were already at death's door. These victims now were far from death. It seemed as if I was his tool for genocide.
ZeldaQueen: Correct me if I’m wrong, but I got the feeling in the movie that Jones was more pissed that he was being bossed around.
I suspect this is Gethesemane trying to make him a big sweetie. “Oh, he normally isn’t so bad! He only killed people who were nearly dead!” Bite me, Suethor. He outright described himself as a heartless wretch and said “life is cruel, why should death be any different?”
"You are a heartless bastard," I hissed to him.
He chuckled. "You would know, wouldn't you, Jones?"
ZeldaQueen: And…we’re just ending there? In the middle of the conversation or whatever?
(Author's Note: Wow. Two updates in one day. I'm so proud of myself. Now someone go get me a chocolate chip cookie.)
ZeldaQueen: Get your cookie yourself, you lazy bitch.
I‘m sorry, but that just rubs me the wrong way. “Tee hee, I farted out even more of my crap story! You peons had better just reward me!”
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