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Toph, I believe there is a debt you owe to me. A debt, that I would like very much to be repaid.
A dreadfully boring month has passed. How close are we to this Golden Shore? Or have we taken a detour so that we'll likely go mad with cabin fever before we've reached our destination?
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Mar. 8th, 2010 06:18 pm[All this whining and moaning and talk of children is just exasperating. So have a Hook, at the buffet, eating and trying his hardest to avoid the children.]
[Hook's first night aboard the ship wasn't very eventful, to be honest. The second night was much the same. And now we find our handless friend with a conundrum. He removed his harness to bathe and now he'll need to get back into it.]
Well, isn't this quite the problem.
[Momentarily, he's forgotten Smee isn't here.]
MR. SMEE!
...
Forgive my shouting. Would anyone here care to lend a hand?
Well, isn't this quite the problem.
[Momentarily, he's forgotten Smee isn't here.]
MR. SMEE!
...
Forgive my shouting. Would anyone here care to lend a hand?
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Feb. 27th, 2010 08:23 am[The comm clicks on and for several beats, there's a rhythmic tap, tap, tapping. Then a distinguished voice talks over the noise.]
There must be divine forces at work, to have saved me from the jaws of that beast. Though now, I wonder if the very same divine forces that plucked me from the crocodile's stomach, were the ones stupid enough to place me on the wrong ship!
[Another pause, the tapping continues.]
As delighted as I am to be alive, I would be even more so if I were returned to my proper ship. And where the devil is my HOOK!?
[The comm is silenced abruptly, as the tapping has taken a rather violent turn and though the hook has done the comm no harm, its owner has managed to kill the transmission.]
There must be divine forces at work, to have saved me from the jaws of that beast. Though now, I wonder if the very same divine forces that plucked me from the crocodile's stomach, were the ones stupid enough to place me on the wrong ship!
[Another pause, the tapping continues.]
As delighted as I am to be alive, I would be even more so if I were returned to my proper ship. And where the devil is my HOOK!?
[The comm is silenced abruptly, as the tapping has taken a rather violent turn and though the hook has done the comm no harm, its owner has managed to kill the transmission.]
