Totoka River water will do when there's no rum

Wednesday listened to him. Amused though she was, there was no hint of it on her features. Emotion was utterly beneath her visage, and she never wore it. It'd make an ugly thing even more dreadful. It wasn't something she thought of, but at the very least none had to worry about seeing the horror of the transformation. As he explained, 'Whitey' shrugged. He's none of those things to me. He followed me. I simply let him. A grim row of teeth was offered, at that, the words very much so pointed. She'd known him, Gristle, for a while. There was enough respect between them to consider him now, but that was the extent of it.

He introduced himself in full, and she bit back the snicker at his speech full of pomp. She was surprised there was nary a flourishing gesture to be with the words... and hardly anything surprised her. Wednesday supposed if not for the food that sounded like it was being offered, she might stick around for the entertainment. The reputable Blackbeard was not one she had ever heard of. As for running with Pirates, and needing to learn the tongue of them? Hmph. She supposed it would serve her to do so, wouldn't it?

As for the threat, Wednesday looked at him for a long moment in silence. Then, deadpan as ever, she replied. Oh, I won't touch him. Though we might have ourselves a contest if he talks as much as you say. See which of us can hold our breath the longest. Her brand of humor was cruel and malicious. If this was a joke, she did not betray it with a smile. And as for the consequence? Well, it was clear she wasn't much worried about it. Be that because she wasn't going to do a thing at all, actually, or because she did not fear him, who could tell? 

None had ever put the fear of life in Wednesday before. She did not consider Ferahgo to be a joke, nor his threat to be an idle one. It was just this: any and all that threatened Wednesday and did try to make good on it... the key word was try, you see, and not even they knew the end result of it, so abrupt was the finish. 

Life was short, for some. And the life she had lived had given her the terrible humor she had earned, and the feeling that all she said was just and right.