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unknownseas2021-01-24 12:25 pm
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2021-01-24 12:25 pm
Captain on deck
At the stroke of midnight, amidst the burst of dozens of colorful lights in the sky, the device in your pocket rumbles faintly with a reminder to head down to the theatre. You wouldn't want to leave your captain or first mate hanging, would you?
The doors have finally unlocked, and as you head in, you find... a rather nicely decorated little theater. The red curtains obscuring the big screen draw back, revealing three simple words in huge font.
Have a seat.
As soon as everyone is seated, the lights dim, leaving the group in almost complete darkness until the big screen flares to life. Jaunty music starts to pour in through speakers surrounding the room as the big screen plays clips of grand cruise liners sailing through sunny tropics.
"Atlantic Liners," says a voice, slightly automated to a discerning ear but definitely male. "We look to the future while remembering the past. That's why even our top of the line ships carry that nineties charm while having the best luxuries money can buy."
How charming and debonair. But isn't this commercial trying to... sell you on a cruise you're already on?
"Hey there, passengers! It's me, your lovable captain of the SS Swift. How is everyone doing tonight on this fabulous New Year's day?"
Is the voiceover referring to you? Well, that just raises further questions.
"I'd like to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for joining me tonight as we cruise through these lovely Atlantic seas. And to welcome you all, not just to our eventual destination in the Bahamas, but also..."
The screen flashes, switching from soft sunsets to harsh, burning flames.
"To your doom!"
One second passes. Two. Three.
"...Your doom!"
Has it been a minute? Does anyone have a watch?
"Your doo-Okay, that should have been cue for the ceiling-mounted flamethrowers. Why are they not charbroiled by now? Can you tell me that much? No? Fantastic. You're useless."
A sigh, clearly frustrated. Without a speck of that earlier charm. The lights in the theatre rise back to clearly visible levels. 'TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES' pops up on the big screen with a picture of a monkey wearing a hard hat next to a burning television.
"Okay, this is just as awkward for me as it probably is for you, ssssso! Questions? Concerns? Anyone tried the margaritas yet?"
The doors have finally unlocked, and as you head in, you find... a rather nicely decorated little theater. The red curtains obscuring the big screen draw back, revealing three simple words in huge font.
Have a seat.
As soon as everyone is seated, the lights dim, leaving the group in almost complete darkness until the big screen flares to life. Jaunty music starts to pour in through speakers surrounding the room as the big screen plays clips of grand cruise liners sailing through sunny tropics.
"Atlantic Liners," says a voice, slightly automated to a discerning ear but definitely male. "We look to the future while remembering the past. That's why even our top of the line ships carry that nineties charm while having the best luxuries money can buy."
How charming and debonair. But isn't this commercial trying to... sell you on a cruise you're already on?
"Hey there, passengers! It's me, your lovable captain of the SS Swift. How is everyone doing tonight on this fabulous New Year's day?"
Is the voiceover referring to you? Well, that just raises further questions.
"I'd like to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for joining me tonight as we cruise through these lovely Atlantic seas. And to welcome you all, not just to our eventual destination in the Bahamas, but also..."
The screen flashes, switching from soft sunsets to harsh, burning flames.
"To your doom!"
One second passes. Two. Three.
"...Your doom!"
Has it been a minute? Does anyone have a watch?
"Your doo-Okay, that should have been cue for the ceiling-mounted flamethrowers. Why are they not charbroiled by now? Can you tell me that much? No? Fantastic. You're useless."
A sigh, clearly frustrated. Without a speck of that earlier charm. The lights in the theatre rise back to clearly visible levels. 'TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES' pops up on the big screen with a picture of a monkey wearing a hard hat next to a burning television.
"Okay, this is just as awkward for me as it probably is for you, ssssso! Questions? Concerns? Anyone tried the margaritas yet?"
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[I'm sure Erdrea has an equivalent but I doubt it's Davy Jones exactly. Probably.]
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I've certainly never heard of anyone going by that name before...
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[not to be confused with another pirate named aifread, of course.]
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[It's hard not to sound at least a little intimidated, given Davy Jones' entrance... But this wouldn't be the first great dread pirate he's met.]
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[Which is kind of hilarious, honestly. But at least most of us recognize that we don't fuck with Davy Jones??]
Ja, it seems that way! How terrifying...
[...he just sounds excited, tbh...]
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[Even the clown can recognize a serious moment when he's in one.]
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[sylvando please you don't understand, sometimes you gotta take joy in the small, stupid things!!!]
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I never said that. The last dread pirate I met was actually a very wonderful man once I got to know him and is now the best friend I could ever ask for! But Davy darling here is working with the Captain...
[Which is decidedly very bad for their well-being.]
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Even so, his profile makes him sound very interesting, ja?
[He doesn't exactly seem fond of the Captain, and you know what they say about the enemy of our enemy.]
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You're right, it does.
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