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Aug. 5th, 2006 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bringmethatnpcYou don't venture into the captain's cabin, on board the Dutchman. Especially not when there's any sort of music coming out. When it's the music-box it's especially deadly to interrupt him ... but it's almost as bad when it's the organ.
Tentacles clutch and hammer at the stepped keyboards like the hands of a madman, and the organ groans and bellows and thunders like the storm outside.
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Lightning flashes, wind tears at the sails; rain slams down, making the deck slippery and treacherous. The crew of the Dutchman works through the storm, hauling a cannon into its new place.
Over the noise of the thunder, the bo'sun bawls "Secure the mast tackle, Mr. Turner! Step to it!"
On the rain-lashed deck below, two Mr. Turners look up and move to obey.
Tentacles clutch and hammer at the stepped keyboards like the hands of a madman, and the organ groans and bellows and thunders like the storm outside.
Lightning flashes, wind tears at the sails; rain slams down, making the deck slippery and treacherous. The crew of the Dutchman works through the storm, hauling a cannon into its new place.
Over the noise of the thunder, the bo'sun bawls "Secure the mast tackle, Mr. Turner! Step to it!"
On the rain-lashed deck below, two Mr. Turners look up and move to obey.
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Date: 2006-08-07 06:36 pm (UTC)"I’ve sworn no oath." he says.
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Date: 2006-08-07 06:48 pm (UTC)But not for his son.
"Then you must get away," he says, almost sharply.
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Date: 2006-08-07 07:00 pm (UTC)"Not until I find this," he says firmly. "The key."
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Date: 2006-08-07 07:05 pm (UTC)Slowly, parts of him shifting in ways unpleasant to look at too closely, Wyvern pulls himself from the wall and stares at both Turners.
A creaking whisper: "Th' dead man's chest."
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Date: 2006-08-07 07:07 pm (UTC)"What do you know of this?"
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Date: 2006-08-07 07:10 pm (UTC)"Open the chest with the key, and stab the heart..." His voice quavers, with uncertainty or with the unfamiliarity of long disuse. "The Dutchman needs a living heart, or there'll be no captain. And ... if there's no captain, there's ... no one to have the key."
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Date: 2006-08-07 07:40 pm (UTC)A moment later it's as though he never moved in the first place.