Chapter sixteen: Devil in a Blue Dress
Deep in the middle of the Demon Sea, on a small island known only by few, lies Lord Deep-Sea Dolphin. The terrible monster that causes terrible storms, ship wreaks, and things far more worse. But today she just sits at home thinking about what she's going to be doing in the next couple of days. Hm…thought Dolphin, how should I greet them once they make it to the galleon? I got it! Dolphin reached for a piece of paper and a feather pen and began to write. "Perfect," she said. "This'll totally scare the pants off of them. When they arrive I'll say 'I am Deep-Sea Dolphin, Lord of the Seas. Want some freshly baked cookies?' Hahahahaha!!! I'm an evil genius!" "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," said a voice out of nowhere. Dynast materialized in front of Dolphin with an irritated look on his face. "What do you expect to accomplish by giving them cookies?" he asked. "Well," said Dolphin, "I know I'm evil, but I don't have to be rude. They'd be my guests after all, and I want to be a good hostess for them." Dynast became even more irritated. "Why don't you just kill them, or at least torture them until they beg for death?" asked Dynast. "Good heavens, no!" said Dolphin, "I'm evil, not cruel. What you're talking about doing is just plain mean." "I think I'm about the get a headache," said Dynast as he sat down on a chair.
Time passed by and Dolphin was writing some stuff down. "Do you have anything good yet?" asked Dynast, who was growing impatient. "Yup," said Dolphin. "How do you like this? 'I am the Dark Lord Deep-Sea Dolphin and I will make you all fall down!'" "No, no, NO!!" shouted Dynast. "Do I have to write your lines again, just like I did when you first cursed the galleon?" "No," said Dolphin, "I'm a big girl. I can do it all by myself." "Like hell you can," said Dynast. "I mean, even the Forest-Imps on this island who have no spoken language what so ever are able to make grunting sounds that are more intimidating and frightening than that trash you write." Cursed Forest-Imps, thought Dolphin, you've been a thorn in my side for far too long. "Anyway," said Dynast, "I've taken care of Chris. His spirit and will to live have been shattered. He is no longer a threat. Now all that we have to do is make the trip to the galleon more intriguing for the others." "Is that so?" said Dolphin, as she put the paper down. "I still don't know why you wanted me to curse that galleon anyway," she said. "You'll know soon enough," said Dynast. "But first we have to find a way to make sure that those pests want to go after that galleon even more. So, lets think."
"I like shiny things."
"Correction. I'll think."
And so the two super powers of the world begin to devise a plan to get rid of Lina Inverse and her friends once and for all.
Deep in the middle of the Demon Sea, on a small island known only by few, lies Lord Deep-Sea Dolphin. The terrible monster that causes terrible storms, ship wreaks, and things far more worse. But today she just sits at home thinking about what she's going to be doing in the next couple of days. Hm…thought Dolphin, how should I greet them once they make it to the galleon? I got it! Dolphin reached for a piece of paper and a feather pen and began to write. "Perfect," she said. "This'll totally scare the pants off of them. When they arrive I'll say 'I am Deep-Sea Dolphin, Lord of the Seas. Want some freshly baked cookies?' Hahahahaha!!! I'm an evil genius!" "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," said a voice out of nowhere. Dynast materialized in front of Dolphin with an irritated look on his face. "What do you expect to accomplish by giving them cookies?" he asked. "Well," said Dolphin, "I know I'm evil, but I don't have to be rude. They'd be my guests after all, and I want to be a good hostess for them." Dynast became even more irritated. "Why don't you just kill them, or at least torture them until they beg for death?" asked Dynast. "Good heavens, no!" said Dolphin, "I'm evil, not cruel. What you're talking about doing is just plain mean." "I think I'm about the get a headache," said Dynast as he sat down on a chair.
Time passed by and Dolphin was writing some stuff down. "Do you have anything good yet?" asked Dynast, who was growing impatient. "Yup," said Dolphin. "How do you like this? 'I am the Dark Lord Deep-Sea Dolphin and I will make you all fall down!'" "No, no, NO!!" shouted Dynast. "Do I have to write your lines again, just like I did when you first cursed the galleon?" "No," said Dolphin, "I'm a big girl. I can do it all by myself." "Like hell you can," said Dynast. "I mean, even the Forest-Imps on this island who have no spoken language what so ever are able to make grunting sounds that are more intimidating and frightening than that trash you write." Cursed Forest-Imps, thought Dolphin, you've been a thorn in my side for far too long. "Anyway," said Dynast, "I've taken care of Chris. His spirit and will to live have been shattered. He is no longer a threat. Now all that we have to do is make the trip to the galleon more intriguing for the others." "Is that so?" said Dolphin, as she put the paper down. "I still don't know why you wanted me to curse that galleon anyway," she said. "You'll know soon enough," said Dynast. "But first we have to find a way to make sure that those pests want to go after that galleon even more. So, lets think."
"I like shiny things."
"Correction. I'll think."
And so the two super powers of the world begin to devise a plan to get rid of Lina Inverse and her friends once and for all.