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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 16, 2014 10:46:08 GMT -8
Jolly RogerThe Jolly Roger ship, captained by Killian "Hook" Jones
Events taking place 4 years before the Dark Curse
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 1, 2016 10:19:27 GMT -8
Enchanted Forest Four Years BDC
**Hook, Genie, Belle, and the pirates enter from Dark Castle - Outside**"Oh boy, that was high time for you to make a..." Suddenly Genie's mouth flapped down. And it did literally. What exactly has been his master's words? It would be a good time to get them all back to the ship? Has it been that? Why the hell did he always fell for it? "I should get me a lawyer next time...", he mumbled to himself, while the others took care of the young woman, they had just rescued from the Dark One's hands. But then, Genie could have become the servant of someone worst, he thought, watching the one-handed pirate carefully carrying the woman. Actually Hook grew to a friend to him during all that time they've spent together. Only sometimes he wondered about when his master would make use of his third wish and above all what it will be.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 19, 2016 19:11:21 GMT -8
As if it had happened before the words had even finished spilling from his lips, Killian saw the swirl of blue fog. He then felt those familiar wooden planks beneath his feet again. The captain looked over at his large friend and saw the shock on his face, his mouth deflated and hanging limp past his chin. The peculiar antics of Genie might be odd to some but had become a welcome sight on the ship.
Who knew when that would get old? The pirate had no idea but simply laughed. "Come now mate, we are of one mind. I would think, wouldn't you? I dare say I needn't ask at all. We all know when we've overstayed our welcome." Sweeping the girl below deck he laid her in his quarters. Making sure she was set and safe, free of any dangers from the swaying of the ship... or any way to free herself as he locked the door behind on his way out. It was muscle memory, he didn't need to think as he took the steps two at a time on his way back on deck. "Drop those sails lads, like a lady's skirts. Gently but try not to waist any time. Lets get her moving."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 28, 2017 7:32:36 GMT -8
"Come now mate, we are of one mind. I would think, wouldn't you? I dare say I needn't ask at all. We all know when we've overstayed our welcome."
Genie looked at his master still a little bit sulky, who didn't seem to be impressed by that at all. Instead the Captain already was on his way below deck to bring their new guest there. Suddenly Genie was getting thoughtful about that. About the girl. At last the master was a pirate. But no, he wasn't a pirate of that sort.
"Drop those sails lads, like a lady's skirts. Gently but try not to waist any time. Lets get her moving."
"Ah... Master?", Genie hestitantly started to raise a word. "May I ask ya a question? What exactly are we gonna do with the girl? I mean, what if the Dark One won't try to get her back? We both know how much he cares about other people, y'know..." Genie underlined his words with the theatrical scene of a beheading.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jan 28, 2017 16:21:47 GMT -8
The captain watched his men snap to and start getting the ship ready to sail. "Ah... Master?" He didn't have long before Genie got his attention. "May I ask ya a question? What exactly are we gonna do with the girl? I mean, what if the Dark One won't try to get her back? We both know how much he cares about other people, y'know..." Making his point as obvious as possibly, Genie poofed into a dramatic scene of his own beheading. The large blue head rolled over and stopped at the captain's feet with a very pronounced pout on its lips.
Killian reached down and picked up Genie and lifted him to eye level. "Precisely why we are getting as far from here as we possibly can my friend," he said as he tossed the head back onto its shoulders. With his hand he rubbed his wrist though. He knew all too well what could happen if the crocodile caught up to them before they where ready. "We have our destination. The plan is still set. We just need to get our guest there and let them pull their weight. It's not like we aren't providing a service for them after all. No need to put ourselves at needless risk." Jones hoped that his friends magic did the trick when the time came.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 29, 2017 9:17:38 GMT -8
"Precisely why we are getting as far from here as we possibly can my friend,"
"Thanks.", Genie threw in, as he felt his head back on the place it belonged. It has already begun getting cold. Genie made himself busy with adjusting it in the correct position, when the captain continued his speech.
"We have our destination. The plan is still set. We just need to get our guest there and let them pull their weight. It's not like we aren't providing a service for them after all. No need to put ourselves at needless risk."
"You're the master, I mean the captain!", Genie said with a smile at last. Despite inwardly he was still a little bit thoughtful. The poor little thing below deck was however strictly speaking a captive, even though they didn't mean to harm her. So was he. All this was about freedom. But was it about his? In the end he would have to go back into those damn lamp anyway, wouldn't he? Was it even about the girl's below there? Or was it only about revenge? Genie tried to hide his sudden melancholy. "So let's do this, buddy!", he put back on a mask. Maybe it was just not his fate being free.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Mar 12, 2017 12:16:37 GMT -8
"You're the master, I mean the captain!", Genie said with a smile. There was a long pause and a myriad of emotions played across the large mans features. Genie was great at putting on a show but he was not so good at keeping anything bottled up... So to speak. Things just had a tendency to boil over. "So let's do this, buddy!", he seemed to notice Killian watching him so he moved on. His normal smirk back on his face.
The pirate had meant it when he said they where of like mind. It was the same between him and his whole crew. You don't spend as much time as they did together and not be able to read them like a book. And that's what bugged him so much. They had taken the girl. Like Jones had acquired the lamp... That was what this was about. The connection had been made. Genie knew. It wouldn't be the first time the Captain had considered using that last wish. Parting ways. He knew if he gave the order then they would be a man short. A very useful man. But it was more than that. Deeper.
Hook shook his head and turned to look out to sea. He couldn't think like this. They had something to do and everything was at stake. He needed to focus. He valued the man but this was an ancient mission. He couldn't just abandon everything he had been working towards. They all had, whether they knew it or not. Everything had lead to this. If this worked and he didn't need to call on him then so much the better. If they could trap the crocodile with everything that they had in place then when it was over he would talk to Genie about this. But only then.
Killian, content that his men had things under control, walked to the hatch below deck. With one last concerned look at his friend he took the ladder with all haste. He entered his cabin aft and locked the door behind him. He saw the woman, bound and still out over on the bunk. He passed her by and proceeded to his desk. A map secured to the tabletop. Grabbing a bottle of rum from a drawer he pulled the cork with his teeth and then spit it back into the empty space the carafe had vacated. He took a deep drink. Never considered himself a man of faith, at least not for a long time but right now he had to be. He had to have faith this would work. Killian looked at the course he had already plotted. It would not take them long, a day or two at most to return their captive to her home. To her loving father. Then there would be plenty of fodder for the Dark One. Plenty of people who could buy him and his men time to capture the crocodile once and for all. Or if there was any justice, kill him.
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 12, 2017 20:00:44 GMT -8
There was a dull, throbbing pain in her head. That was the very first thing Belle became aware of and it was not only unpleasant but extremely disorienting. The second thing- that she was bound. And the third- just how terribly bright the light was as she tried to open her eyes. After a few failed attempts, the woman conceded that she would have to bide her time before visually exploring what kind of mess she had gotten into this time. Instead she laid still, inwardly trying to recall her last bits of memory before everything had gone dark.
That woman had been there- the one Rumple had brought to the castle. Rumple....Belle had been irritated with him. Something about sheets... But that did not seem important at the moment. No. There was someone else there...
The sound of a door opening nearby caught her attention, shortly followed by heavy footfalls on a planked floor. That was when Belle became aware of a fourth and final thing. Water. It was faint, as if something stood between it and where she was. But she most definitely heard it lapping against something and the gentle rock of the bed beneath her led her to one conclusion. She was on a ship.
The pirate.
The pirate and his crew had taken her back to their ship. Belle once again tried to draw her eyes open. This time success was hers. The sight that greeted her grimly confirmed her suspicions. The back of the captain faced her as he stood before a desk, glass bottle raised to his lips. The scene was reminiscent of every fictional pirate she'd ever read of and it was a struggle not to roll her eyes at the embracement of convention. She had more important concerns at hand. Quietly, as not to draw any notice from her captor, Belle pulled at her bindings.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 8, 2017 9:20:32 GMT -8
Now it was Genie observing his master's sudden thoughtfulness. He didn't get an exact idea what it might have been about, but he somehow felt a connection between their minds. Oh Genie, finally stop aiming at the stars! Which master in this universe would be selfless enough to waste one of three wishes to set him free? He already knew the answer to that anyway rhetorical question. So for now he should just feel glad about the master he got. A master he got a friend in.
Genie watched Killian walking below deck, having one last look in his direction, which he confirmed with an agreeing smile. A smile that faded once the Captain was out of his focus. He just hoped they all would treat the girl well. But then, he got to know the Captain and his crew as righteous men. Well, at least as righteous as pirates could be. Another smile appeared on his lips. Yes, the girl was in good hands. Their hands couldn't be worse than the man's who had locked her up. This was not about kidnaping. It was about rescue.
***On deck Genie and Killian's crew waited for the Captain's next commands, attending to their usual duties.***
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Mar 10, 2018 20:09:08 GMT -8
The Captain has sent word ahead before they had taken the girl from the castle, notifing her father to expect their arrival. Hopefully they would be waiting at the docks. Maybe even send a ship to meet them. He didn't care were the exchange took place. Anything to shave some time off this trip would be a boon.
Truthfully he had no idea how long it would take the Crocodile to find them. His digging had unearthed news of this woman who was his guest, but also of a dagger. The Dark Ones dagger. It should have his name on it if the legends were true. But no one knew what it was for. Killian's own personal belief was that it was the source of his power. So it should be on him. That would have explained why they had been unable to find it. It made sense then that if he could get a hold of it, the wretch would be nothing more than a sniveling coward at his mercy.
He smiled to himself as he imagined the scene. Placing the bottle back into the drawer he replaced the cork before sliding it closed. Jones then turned slowly. He knew the sounds of his ship as it was underway. The feet above, the water against the hull. The dull groan of the timbers and the gently rocking of goods wanting to roll free as the tides. So needless to say the sound of the woman attempting to wriggle free of her bonds stood out to him, slightly. "Do you know what kind of knot that is love? I don't think you're going to have much luck. But I'd be happy to set the man straight who tied it if you prove me wrong."
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 10, 2018 21:30:05 GMT -8
Even as Belle struggled she knew that it was a fruitless venture. The more she pulled at the rope binding her, the more tightly it constricted.
"Do you know what kind of knot that is love? I don't think you're going to have much luck. But I'd be happy to set the man straight who tied it if you prove me wrong."
The delicate skin around her wrists burned from the attempt. Belle was, unfortunately, not very surprised when she heard the pirate's voice acknowledge her. She stopped immediately, her attention going to the man only a few feet from her. She felt like she should fear him but all that currently occupied her mind was a rather substantial indignation. "I assume you and I have different definitions of protection, Captain," she responded in annoyance, "Mine does not involved abducting women against their will."
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Mar 10, 2018 22:25:53 GMT -8
Satisfied that she wasn't going anywhere Hook relaxed somewhat and began a slow walk from the desk back towards his cabin door. "A figure eight, works wonders." As she stopped fighting it he stopped walking, right in front of her. "I assume you and I have different definitions of protection, Captain... Mine does not involved abducting women against their will." She was annoyed with him, that was clear.
"Abducting? And what exactly would you call the deeds of that crocodile that found you in his employ to begin with?" He was a bit hurt, at least outwardly. She didn't know him, so he could play the part. "Before you go and put me in the same catagory, I am setting you free. Once I get you back to where we are going, you are free to make your own choices on whose laundry you hang out to dry." He couldn't keep the cheek out of that last sentance.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 10, 2018 23:01:07 GMT -8
"Abducting? And what exactly would you call the deeds of that crocodile that found you in his employ to begin with?" "Before you go and put me in the same category, I am setting you free. Once I get you back to where we are going, you are free to make your own choices on whose laundry you hang out to dry."
"No one decides my fate but me." Belle replied, "Rumplestiltskin did not abduct me, I went with him willingly. Unlike you." It was rather hard to look intimidating when one was bound but Belle did her best, even if the result left much to be desired. "The deal was struck, it is not up to you to give me my freedom."
But something the pirate said had struck Belle's inquisitive nature, "Get me back...where are you taking me?"
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Mar 10, 2018 23:15:00 GMT -8
"No one decides my fate but me." Belle replied, "Rumplestiltskin did not abduct me, I went with him willingly. Unlike you." Her response didn't surprise him, oddly enough. "The deal was struck, it is not up to you to give me my freedom." Hook squared off with her at that, "I don't know what kind of spell he put on you but he has stooped low indeed. Call it what you will then." He more mumbled that last part than anything as he started towards the door again.
"Get me back...where are you taking me?" She wanted to get right down to it did she? "I suppose there is no harm in telling you, we are taking you back to your father. He is expecting you." The captains hand was on the latch now but he paused. "And whatever your opinion of me, there is a man who misses you dearly. I can tell you that with absolute certainty."
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Apr 28, 2018 9:07:37 GMT -8
Killian dropped the latch and walked over to Belle. He cut the bonds from her hands with a knife and then placed it back into his belt. "Make yourself comfortable," he said as he passed through the cabin door with a sideways glance at the woman. He closed the door behind him and locked it from the outside.
Taking the stairs two at a time he felt the cool breeze on his face as he reached the top. He saw his men busying themselves and just walked over to the rail for a moment. Scanning the shoreline he noted there were no parties gathered, no ships anchored, and no gold scaly men glaring at them. He was satisfied of the space they had placed between them and the beach so for now he just watched it shrink into the distance.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 28, 2018 11:02:40 GMT -8
***
It hadn't taken him long to find out about Hook's whereabouts. There might be a downside of sailing with one of the biggest ships around, apart from the idiom saying what that was telling about men's size.
The Dark One was lurking onboard the Jolly Roger for already quite a while, looking out for the captain, as his eyes, again and again, scanned the crew. The crew he was a part of himself at this moment. Rumple was no fool and so he knew Hook wasn't one either. If he wanted to get his revenge, with the side effect of getting back his own staff, he had to be careful.
His hand slowly reached out to the dagger, hidden under the white linen shirt he was wearing; the cloths of a pirate he had sent to sleep on the other edge of the ship. Sure, Rumple could have just snapped his fingers to make himself look like anyone, but where would have been the fun in that? While he had to come up with an ugly pirate face himself, he could at least make use of one genuine piece from the stage setting.
And then he finally spotted him, the ugliest pirate of them all. The captain himself. In a subconscious movement, Rumple's hand neared the dagger once again. Not his dagger of course, but the dagger with that engraving of his dead wife. His dead wife, nota bene. Not that he would have wasted any tears for her after he had found out she ran off with this pirate instead of taking care of Baelfire. An inner hiss escaped him at that. What an unnatural mother.
With slow steps the Dark One, disguised as one of Hook's crew members, approached the part of the deck where the captain had placed himself, watching the sea or what else; it would be one of the last things he was going to see anyway.
"You've taken care of our new guest, captain?", Rumple asked in a casual way, once he had reached him at the railing. There was no doubt they wouldn't lay a finger on Belle; not until he officially would have made his appearance. And most probably not even then. This was about something else. Something he still had to find out that was.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 14, 2018 17:15:34 GMT -8
Temp-played by Lee-o
Killian was still staring out across the ocean when someone came up beside him. He paid him little attention at first until he spoke. "You've taken care of our new guest, captain?" He turned his attention to the pirate, the man he came to know as Jobo. They rarely talked because he was a man of very few words but here he was. Asking questions about their new guest below, something didn't sit right with him. He wasn't sure if it was something to do with Jobo, "Aye, she's taken care of."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 5, 2018 8:53:43 GMT -8
The Dark One actually had to inwardly check himself when the captain turned to face him. Oh, how would he like to stab the point of the dagger right into this man's chest in this very moment. But all things came to him who waited. And when it was nearer the time, he will enjoy every tiny bit of it.
"Aye, she's taken care of."
Rumple nodded his head in satisfaction while an unplanned feeling was actually emerging on the inside. Anger. He tried to withhold as best he could though. "So, now where she is in our keeping, do you think we can attract the beast and finally kill it?"
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jul 8, 2018 18:14:33 GMT -8
[Temp-played by Lee-o]
"So, now where she is in our keeping, do you think we can attract the beast and finally kill it?" Jobo was acting strangely, normally a man of few words- he was awfully talkie.
"Below deck and she'll attract the crocodile, I'm sure."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 14, 2018 7:46:38 GMT -8
"Below deck and she'll attract the crocodile, I'm sure."
"Well, who would like to become a victim of theft anyway? No matter if it's a watch... a hand... or a wife even.", Rumple started to slowly enumerate not exactly random stuff at that. Maybe this would make the captain wonder, or maybe not. The Dark One continued playing a role, even though this last statement might have been too much of a revelation already. But then again, he actually didn't attribute the biggest brain to this pirate.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jul 14, 2018 11:21:36 GMT -8
[Temp-played by Lee-o]
"Well, who would like to become a victim of theft anyway? No matter if it's a watch... a hand... or a wife even." Killian found himself pausing mid-step, he was about to leave when the words caused him pause.
"Aye, who indeed. Back to work, Jobo, unless you have something else to say?" He was starting to get a bad feeling about Jobo, something wasn't right.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 14, 2018 12:36:05 GMT -8
"Aye, who indeed. Back to work, Jobo, unless you have something else to say?"
Yeah, just as he thought. It didn't need a brain to pinch somebody's wife; especially not when that wife had been Milah...
"Nothing else to say, captain...", Rumple responded with kind of an insinuated bow before he waited for Hook to step away or at least to turn around, while one of the Dark One's hand was slowly reaching out to the knife hidden under his clothes. Go ahead, make my day.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jul 14, 2018 19:36:04 GMT -8
[Temp-played by Lee-o]
"Nothing else to say, captain..." Killian nodded and turned to walk away, he had a few things to check around the boat. Making sure that his crew was working hard to get the prisoner back to her father.
"Good, you have a job to do."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 15, 2018 5:04:26 GMT -8
And then finally the pirate turned.
"Good, you have a job to do."
Oh yes, I have indeed..., Rumple thought as he suddenly freed himself from those smelly rags and at the same time regained his true form. Now, this felt much better.
"So this is how we meet again...", he uttered with a quite creepy voice, once standing yet again right in front of Captain Hook; but this time face to face and with the point of a knife held up to his chest. "I'd lie if I said I wouldn't be surprised you're still among the living... though smelling like you wouldn't."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jul 16, 2018 6:13:36 GMT -8
"So this is how we meet again..." Killian paused when he heard the voice coming from behind him. Turning to face the very beast, "I'd lie if I said I wouldn't be surprised you're still among the living... though smelling like you wouldn't."
"Crocodile," The crew around them had weapons drawn, which Killian waved them off. This fight was his and his only, "You kill me and the girl is as good as dead."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 11, 2018 14:21:58 GMT -8
"Crocodile,"
Out from the corner of his eyes, Rumple noticed the crew around getting nervous while drawing their weapons. Well, he could make this ship sink with only a snap of his fingers if he wanted to. So without showing any sign of feeling impressed at all, he turned his full attention back to their captain.
"You kill me and the girl is as good as dead."
"So, you think this is about the girl.", Rumple stated with an audible snort, before clarifying: "It's about stealing my things."
Of course, Belle had grown to more than just his things in all the while she was serving him already, but first, wouldn't he admit to himself, and second, was he quite sure none of these dirty pirates would kill an innocent woman.
"You know what's irony of fate?", the Dark One suddenly spoke up again, a grin playing on his lips while his eyes were wandering down to the knife in his hands for a moment.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Aug 19, 2018 20:02:50 GMT -8
[Temp-play by Lee-o]
"So, you think this is about the girl. It's about stealing my things." Killian kept a close eye on him and the knife he had in his hand. That knife... that knife.... "You know what's irony of fate?"
"That knife," He stared intently at it, she had taken it from him and now the crocidile held it in his scaled palm. "where did you get that?" He had a feeling he would not like his answer... "Where is she?" He said before any answer could be given.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 24, 2018 9:43:37 GMT -8
"That knife," The mischievous grin on the Dark One's lips was widening just a little more. So he recognized it. Good. Because it will be one of the last things he was going to see at all. "where did you get that?""Where is she?""Who?", Rumple asked in mocked surprise, referring to their last meeting in the past when he had asked the wife stealing pirate how Milah was. "OH!" He released the knife from Hook's chest for a moment, only to have an intent look at the initials on it. "I had no idea it would be relevant for you, but well, how shall I put it?" And yet again was he totally aware of how he would put it. That was, the same way as he once had when it was Milah they had been talking about. "She's dead. Died a while ago."
Of course, this was a lie, but hadn't that been the same with Hook's statement about Milah's dead? Well, until Rumple had made it the truth that was. Maybe there was no real comparison as for that, but then again, judging from the sudden shock on the other's face, Rumple had a feeling there was something more between his student and the pirate...
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Oct 6, 2018 8:57:31 GMT -8
"OH! I had no idea it would be relevant for you, but well, how shall I put it? She's dead. Died a while ago." Killian didn't know how to react at first, dead? No, it couldn't be. Etta was gone? It took a moment for this information to sink in before he went in for the attack...
"I'll kill you!"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 6, 2018 14:47:02 GMT -8
Rumplestiltskin enjoyed every moment of a change happening on the pirate's features. Anger. Pain? Oh yes, face it, Hooky-Hook. Dead, dead, dead - not coming back. Whether a lie or not, Rumple actually hadn't thought he would have so much fun with this pirate before sending him right towards netherworld.
"I'll kill you!"
A joyful giggle echoed all over the deck when suddenly Hook went in for an attack but didn't cut through anything but air.
"Missed!", the Dark One uttered with amusement as he looked down at him from one of the crossbars of the ship's mast, sitting there like this was all about entertainment. Well, it was.
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