Talk:Kraken/@comment-31401828-20170316200023/@comment-30700719-20170508015356

I can imagine it now...oh god...

The Flying Dutchman pulling up alongside the Trieste. I walk out of the entrance hatch and lean on the railing. "This ocean's isn't big enough fer TWO ships that can slip beneath the waves!" I quietly snort. "Come to negotiate, eh, you slimy git?" She tilts her head, confused. "Look what I got." I pull a large glass jar from out of nowhere. "I GOT A JAR OF DIRT! I GOT A JAR OF DIRT! I GOT A JAR OF DIRT! AND GUESS WHAT'S INSIDE IT!" I walk across the roof (?) of the helm, waving the thing above my head.

EDIT: I've warmed up considerably to a possible companion, and now, Davy Jones doesn't look too bad! I might just get her a little jealous, what with the Trieste (like the Flying Dutchman on steroids) and the tech and all.

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Do want you want cause a pilot is free!

YOU ARE A PILOT!

Yar har fiddle-dee-dee! Being a pilot is all right with me! Do want you want cause a pilot is free!

YOU ARE A PILOT!