I don't think I've seen any of the adaptations formulate it that way. He's also one of the very few Disney villains to get away scot-free. What a complete bastard.

He got away with it in the original as well. Definitely a bastard.

Acrathia: Unfortunate...Our whale friend seems actually remorseful of his actions, while the other monster remains free... Some vengeance may be in order

Author: I wouldn't mind seeing him brought to justice, but I fear that you would have to travel back in time to catch him, milady. He died, alone and comfortable in his house built by the labor of lost children, leaving behind his entire estate to no one. What has become of him in the afterlife is anyone's guess.

Acrathia: I don't often dabble with time magic love, it gets too messy. * a feral and creepy grin crosses her face* however one would be surprised with all of the creative uses I have found with necromancy! I have always said that death should never be an excuse to avoid retribution!

Author: Now, that's a thought. I've heard rumors that undeath is a very unpleasant thing in and of itself.

Acrathia: I can assure you it is, and an entirely appropriate punishment for those who were monsters in life. Of course the Seelie court did not see it that way. The stated that they found tampering with the natural cycle of life and death 'distasteful.' I told them that I found the use of generational curses, and punishing those who had no association to the crime other than sharing blood with the perpitrator to be 'distasteful.' They were not amused

Author: They rarely are. By anything.

Azura: *clears her throat meaningfully*

Author: My point stands.

Acrathia: No for how carefree they always appeared that became deathly serious whenever something went against what they saw as repulsive. *Turns her attention to Lady Azura* I hope you were not offended with my suggestion of how the Coachman should be punished love. Surely you can agree that the horrible crimes he committed may require some...unorthodox methods?

Azura: I do agree that he should be punished for his wicked deeds, especially because he committed them against children. I would even go so far as condoning some means of dark magic to ensure his punishment. However, necromancy is an art that I feel is too profane to permit. All of this being hypothetical, of course.

Acrathia: On that we are agreed dearest! I put on a dark and heartless front, but children are a bit of a soft spot for me. All would dread running into me in the dark of night, but lost children never had anything to fear from me. Yes all hypothetical of course. If you permit me a hypothetical question however love, how does one punish the dead without use of necromancy?

Azura: *she weighs the question for a few long moments* I would propose instead a very subtle rift in time. If someone were to create a portal from this instant and location to an inconspicuous point in the man's history... perhaps the night he was to die alone, let's say, and transplant him into a pocket dimension or some similar convenient location for proper punishment, that would be more acceptable. So long as one could be certain the fates and lives of others were not affected, of course.

Acrathia: *frowned slightly* I suppose that could work, though I am far more apprehensive about time magic than necromancy. Civilizations have fallen due to meddling with time, no empires were destroyed due to one stray revenant, or trapped soul. You also must admit that him becoming the ravenous deathless monster he truly is has a certain poetic feel to it. Not to mention denying him the rest that was undoubtedly denied to the children that were worked to death in the mines

Azura: That is true, though the same can be said for the use of the death magics. Perhaps I lack the love of poetry that Moth does, but I find death magic to be far more difficult to minimize and control once it takes hold in a living realm.

Acrathia: *smirks and give a slight bow of resignation* It is a shame, with Samhian being so close, and the veil of the living and the dead being so thin, it would have been a perfect opportunity to strike the sheer horror of undeath into his wretched little soul...but seeing as I would prefer to keep our relationship relatively peaceful, I will concede. Would your author be kind enough to grant me access to him, then I am certain I could find other creative ways to unleash appropriate vengeance upon him.

Azura: I cannot influence her decisions, but know that if she does indeed allow you sway, Captain Dubhgall will be overseeing the proceedings. I mean no offense, I just have to keep the realms in balance. I'd rather like to keep our relations civil as well.

Author: C'mon, Azura. It's nearly Samhain. Loosen up a little. *A very confused and somewhat terrified man appears wearing a tasseled nightcap and long cotton nightshirt. He is dangerously close to being wider than he is tall, and seems greasy. He would have rosy cheeks if he wasn't so terrified, and the lines around his mouth hint toward a lifetime of smiling, laughing, and simpering to get what he wants. His voice is high and mewling*

Coachman: What is the meaning of taking me out of my bed at this hour?

Author: Have fun, Lady Acrathia. Just return him when you're finished.

Acrathia: *Gives a dark smile to dearshul* Of course love, you will have him back in...relatively pristine condition. *Turns her attention to Azura* I would be happy to host the good captain, I have a feeling he will appreciate my work. *Looks to the coachman and says in a tone of mock sympathy* I am so sorry good sir! There has been a terrible mistake that must be set right! Please accompany me to my chateaux and I can assure this issue will be addressed immediately!

Coachman: Yes, yes! Thank you. *he shoots a venomous look at Azura* It is good to know that someone has some decency.

Author: *grins broadly and wiggles fingers in a teasing wave*

Acrathia: * Her grin turns feral, and her nails dig deep into his flesh* Yes I am SORRY a miserable worm like you ever existed. It is a TERRIBLE MISTAKE that there was never any proper retribution for the suffering of the lost souls of pleasure island. And if you come with me the issue will be ADDRESSED IMMEDIATELY! *Laughs sadisticly as she and the coachman vanish into black and indigo mist*

Azura: *to author* You had to make this complicated. *vanishes into a turquoise mist*

This is not a place I want to drink anything at. Or partake in anything else...

You're wiser than most that walked through those gates.

^w^