Swiftcurrent Creek nightmares on wax

Cutthroat might as well have been talking to wall for all the good his jabbering had gotten him, hell, a wall might have paid better attention. The problem, the inky teenager felt, was that there was just too many wolves in on what was supposed to be simple and correctly done. Instead, it turned into a big mess that even Davy Jones himself probably wouldn’t have touched with a ten foot pole. Cutthroat was just kind of caught in the fight, luckily no one - neither Tortuga’s or the Creek’s wolves - had attacked him yet and the Pirate was left glimpsing around him wearily, no longer sure who was a friend and who was a foe. Except, perhaps, for Crossbones. Though of course she was not as lucky as he was in the matter no one except Cutlass, whom had grasped her by the scruff yet again, was being dragged off by Cutlass, though stopped by the black brute who nearly bowled her over. The fire kissed woman had Corsair engaged in a bloody battle, and Cutthroat’s his eyes flitting furiously between the bloodied wolves watched as an ivory woman had Killick trapped and seemed to be going for the death kill. Cutthroat glimpsed back to Crossbones quickly as her screams echoed, helplessly, around the carnage and battle. They wouldn’t listen he thought grimly but she was trying and though the whole idea had been stupid on Cutlass’ and Corsair’s part all of the wolves now battling it out, ignoring Crossbones’ pleas for parley were stupid.

They were just attacking to attack, no one listening to what Crossbones wanted, ignoring her pleas that she did not want to have anyone hurt or killed on her behalf. In a manner of speaking, Cutthroat understood. It was a heavy burden to bear that these wolves would not have to shoulder.

He didn’t know Crossbones - not well - but he knew that she needed help to get them to listen, not that, likely he was about to garner any more attention than she. “STOP,” He barked sharply though he was sure that they would not hear him over the sounds of tearing flesh, snarls, and if they did that they would simply, as they had shown to Bones, did not care. Cutthroat was tired of feeling useless in this situation, and though he did not particularly want to become injured he was tired of everyone fighting for Bones but no one wanting to listen to her. He rushed at Jace and Cutlass then, attempting to free Crossbones from Cutlass and break up Jace’s rush towards her which would likely put Crossbones in danger of being attacked too. “Get off ’er!” The inky teenager snapped to both of them. “You are all of you stupid scurvy dogs, just shut up and let her go.” Yeah, he was still feeling pretty useless because he was confused by the onslaught of war. He just wanted it to stop, wanted Bones to have the freedom of parley which she should have been granted in the first place but no one - not the Pirates, nor her pack mates seemed all that interested in giving it to her as they continued to ignore her.

It was disgusting.