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

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