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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

[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.