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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.]

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[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[Omai, the device speaks. Hook talks back, noticeably less irritated.]

Aye. It would seem it's been taken from me and replaced with this delightful...material. The thing is too flimsy to do anything properly.

[thenotmagician]

Huh. Welp, if we're talkin' pirates, and you're talkin' about a metal hook, the Captain prolly took it.

Weapons aren't allowed on this boat, apparently. Unless you're crew.

[Or work in the kitchens, but he's SO NOT MENTIONING THAT]

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

So the captain deems it necessary to take my hand from me, I see.

Do tell, what ship are we on?

[thenotmagician]

Seems so.

We're on the M.S. Elegante, headin' to the Golden Shore.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[Golden Shore...?]

There's no such place. Not in Neverland at least.

[thenotmagician]

Neveland, eh?

Welp, there wasn't a Golden Shore where I'm from, either. Prolly safe ta say we ain't in our homeworlds anymore.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

Not in...So that means...

[Damn, no Pan.]

[thenotmagician]

Welcome to No-mans Land.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[There's silence for a moment, then Zeke could probably hear Hook in the distance.]

SMEE!

[Another pause.]

My crew is not here?

[thenotmagician]

Prolly not. Most people come alone. Rare for people to show up in groups.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[Curses. Now who will Hook order around?]

I see. Your name?

[thenotmagician]

My names Zeke. Ezekiel Lerish. I'm one of the cooks at Sergei's on Deck 10.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[Oohh food. That sounds like a plan!]

Zeke, then. Captain James Hook. What's prepared at this 'Sergei's'?

[thenotmagician]

We make anything y'want. We've certainly got the supplies for it.

[Except ponk, whatever the fuck that is]

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

I'll be along then later.

[thenotmagician]

Great!