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[unhand]

Who: Hook and ~other people~
Where: the beach
When: April 28
Rating: PG probably
Summary: Hook and booze and staring out to sea.
The Story:

[Hook found a bottle of rum somewhere, and he's taken it down to the Beach. He probably shouldn't be so nostalgic. He'd known his ship wouldn't be in Storybrooke when he'd left, and he's already realized that he can't go back to being the pirate he used to be. He's changed so much.

But the sea's still calming. And no one's bloody singing around it. He's still not sure what that's all about.

He stands looking out to sea, taking swigs. Maybe he'll even share if he's asked nicely enough.]

Comments

[widows_kiss]

[There's only so much singing Natasha can take in a day and listening to Captain America and the god of mischief spout Disney ballads at each other over the network - while hilarious - has definitely hit her limit for a while.

She's already explored what she could of several of the floors in the mansion so she heads outside instead, wandering the grounds and taking note of her surroundings. It's how she ends up wandering down to the beach, drawn inevitably by the ocean.

She notes the figure there as she saunters towards the water, coming closer to him. She doesn't call out, because she's not sure he looks like he wants company and she's not about to intrude on serious thoughts if he'd rather be left alone but her path will take her past him, should he decide he doesn't mind an unfamiliar redhead stopping for a chat.]

[unhand]

[He glances up as she passes, face shifting into an easy smile. Any angst he may show while he's alone will melt away pretty quickly when someone else might see him. He gives her a polite nod.]

Evening, lass.

[widows_kiss]

[She slows when he glances up, lets her pace take her to him instead of continuing on past, her own lips curving upwards in answering greeting as she comes to a stop just out of reach.]

Lass? It's been a while since I've been called that.

[Her tone is amused, not offended, her pose easy and relaxed as she meets his gaze.]

[unhand]

And what do they call you usually, then?

[Though he'll probably still say lass. Part of his charm.]

[widows_kiss]

Natasha, among other things.

[She introduces herself with a crooked smile and holds out her hand in greeting, appearing comfortable in giving her identity so easily.]

And you are?

[unhand]

Captain Hook. [He takes her hand. Lucky for both of them the right hand's the one people usually shake. His left hand's a good deal pointier.]

[widows_kiss]

Captain Hook?

[She echoes him with a faint hint of bemusement which is hopefully blended into the general mood of humor she's greeted him with because that hadn't been an answer she'd been prepared for. Then again, Wonderland was doing that to her on a daily basis at this point.]

Captain of what, if I might ask?

[unhand]

The Jolly Roger, though she's not here at present. [He waves his hook out at the ocean.] I'm still a man of the sea, however.

[widows_kiss]

[Yuuuup. It definitely seemed like he was that Captain Hook. Or at least thought he was. Although the hook itself was fairly convincing.]

I suppose it would be a little hard to ask the closet for one of those, wouldn't it?

[unhand]

Not unless it could somehow shrink her, and I wouldn't want that either.

[widows_kiss]

Not unless you come shrunk too, and even then... [She shrugs, giving him a sympathetic glance] Although I'm not sure how far you could go with her. I've heard the sea only extends so far before you get spit back out here.