((Inspiration from chatroom shenanigans in the middle of the night with fellow Pokemon fans
That was one ridiculously insane chat session, but it was a fun ridiculously insane chat session :>))
When he noticed that the smoke from the two cigars no longer drifted at will, but had formed an arrow gesturing past him, almost like something from a cartoon, Hook’s breathing paused for a few seconds. The only plausible option that entered his mind was that Maleficent had gotten around to paying him a visit again. But that seemed… almost comical for her; normally she appeared in front of him, or simply spoke to announce herself. The same applied to Jafar.
So when Hook slowly stood and turned his head, he was not quite as surprised as he could have been to find the being was neither of them. He examined the overlord for a few moments, slowly frowning, before commenting in a low tone, “…As odd as things are capable of getting around ‘ere, ignited hair without injury in the process is not one of them. But if you’re no Neverlandian… who are you? And more importantly, why are y’ on my ship?”
"Y’have a point," Hades nodded, taking a sip of his own rum as well. "It’s real swell, I’ll agree. Much nicer than bein’ stuck ‘n th’ damp, noisy cavern that is th’ Underworld all th’ time."
He sighed, and relaxed some more, the rum leaving traces of a pleasant buzz through his system.
Eyebrows arching at the description, Hook then frowned slightly, reconsidering his typically damp outlook of the island.
“Compared to the sound of your place of residence, I may have to begin giving Neverland more credit for it’s pleasantries rather than the downside of some of it’s inhabitants again after hearing that…”
*blinks and turns around at being hit with it, not impressed*
"…I sincerely hope y’ do know there easier ways t’ get my attention, your highness.”
"Again, something I thought you pirates didn’t know the difference between."
His eyes narrowed, previously tested patience close to snapping. “While some may not, I am fully aware of the difference between child’s play an’ a man’s duel, and I should be; I’ve had t’ deal with a boy who sees no difference -as you claim some pirates do not- for years.”
"Oh, I would be willing to give a hand, Captain!" Jack gave a salute. "I have some skill with fire, if you want to use that instead of actually making your crew clear it?"
Hook swiftly frowned at the mention of fire, after recovering from Jack’s sudden appearance, and shook his head. “Nay, Skellington, while I have no doubt you may be skilled with flame, I’d prefer you did not demonstrate on a wooden ship…”
I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-24 to see how my muse reacts to:
23. Your muse sitting on my muse’s knee
The pirate blinked and looked down at the cub now sitting on him, before shaking his head and holding his glass out of reach. “Lad, y’ do not need this eggnog, it has something in it besides the usual ingredients.”
"Yeah yeah. Most of people says that but then we see the opposite. Not actually have to play. There are other ways that we can do besides playing!" He said grinning. "C’mon…There’s something that you can do when ya bored…Or you’re just a BORING pirate that he doesn’t know how to having fun…"
"I generally have more important or devious things to do instead of playing, but I am not boring," he half growled, before his arms crossed. "My passtimes include piano playing, reading, and occasionally a board game such as checkers or chess. I doubt any of those would be of interest to a lion cub…"
Dusk was already upon the horizon, and the majority of the Jolly Roger crew were below deck, leaving the ship docked in front of Crimson Isle appearing vacant. Her captain, dressed in a warmer red coat and even wearing a scarf, had just stepped up to the front door of the large home belonging to the island’s owner.
Clearing his throat and leaving his left arm behind him, Hook knocked on the wooden door, and patiently awaited a response while silently hoping he would not be interrupting her.