That was certainly a sudden burst of chaos, wasn't it? Disorienting dreams, the pounding and shouting. The intensity of emotion... It was all a bit much all at once.

There's a fluttering sound, fabric or... Feathers? Didn't matter. Either way Murmur appeared briefly to peer over Jack's shoulder only to disappear back to his hammock shortly after.

"Ah, the angry one. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Came his voice, lightly musing, and strangely monotone all the same.