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[badform]

[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.]

Comments

/snugs

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[A prosthetic you say? He might've been more interested in investigating this further, if only he weren't so fond of using that hook for intimidation.]

So listening to others speak on this device is involuntary?

Re: /snugs

[sandpaperbreath.livejournal.com]

No.

[What.]

No, but they're a good source of information. Not having to pick through bullshit to get to that information would be appreciated.

[He's debating whether or not he wants to tell you about the squirting thing.

...Nah, could be funnier to see it happen.]

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

Then that seems to be more your problem than my own.

[sandpaperbreath.livejournal.com]

It's an opinion held by most, actually. Y'won't make many allies by whinin' their ears off.

Considerin' no one's begged for the whereabouts of a man with a hook fer...what, a hand? I'm gonna wager a guess this is you, starting fresh. We don't know you, your world, your business. And the more you bitch, and moan, the less we're gonna care about learnin' to like you the long run.

Jus' cutting to the chase now.

[This is Torn's idea of making friends. Dear Christ.]

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[Hook sits silent for a moment then he chuckles.]

Direct approach. I like that. Your name?

[sandpaperbreath.livejournal.com]

Torn.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[Interesting, albeit odd name.]

Captain James Hook.

[sandpaperbreath.livejournal.com]

Ironic.

Yer title doesn't mean much here.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

I hardly expect it to. None of my crew are here.

[Which also means he'll have to get in and out of that dang harness alone. A sigh.]

[sandpaperbreath.livejournal.com]

[It can be taught.]

Enjoy your stay, Jimmy.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

Don't call me that. James or Hook will do.

[sandpaperbreath.livejournal.com]

Arright. James.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

And Torn. Perhaps we'll meet.

Tell me, Torn, what do you know of this Golden Shore. I've not heard of the place.

[sandpaperbreath.livejournal.com]

No one has. Where it is, what it is--those are closely guarded secrets of the crew. You'll learn they've got a lotta those.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

What a pity.

[He's about to call for Smee. But oh yeah, Smee's not here.]

Permit me but one more question and I will leave you be. Who is the captain of this vessel?

[sandpaperbreath.livejournal.com]

Captain James Redd.

[That 'James' thing is kinda a fun coincidence, too.

Torn's decided against warning of his lunacy or his god-like powers. After all, he just asked his name.]

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[Hook's already fiddling with the comm. He'll learn on his own.]

You have my thanks. Good day to you, Torn.