World's most famous crook

Captain Hook RP blog - Written by Tory - Follows back as @intxlligentminds​​

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Send " ℤ " to comfort my muse after a nightmare

"It was coming after me Smeee!!!! SMEEEE!!!-" He cried into the arms of the little man.

"..... You got married?"

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"AWWW! D'ya hear that lads?! Little Jaz here ain't ever been with a lass!" The boisterous man laughed, slapping the young man on the back, who's face had gone red now as he covered it with both hands.

"PLEASE Will!" The younger James begged, dragging his hand down his face and staring out at some of his friends and fellow crew members laughing and joking around the table.

"Ain't nothin to be ashamed of lad! Most young 'un's don't see the frills before they join the sea," one of the men winked behind his tankard.

"Come on, come on," The bigger man who had initally announced the truth wrapped his arm around the lad and gestured to the crowd and to the ladies that hung around the tables. "If ye were to pick out a lass, which would it be?"

"I-!??! I'm not answering that Johnny!!!"

"HAHA! Come along, Jaz! T'ain't like ye old man will care whilst you're out here, hm? Come on, come on, we'll all pitch in to gift ya a night, won't we lads??!"

There was a rowdy cheer from the group.

"I'm-"

"MISS! MISS-!" Johnny waved a lady over, long flowing golden hair tied up in ribbons and flowers. James's face reddened again, realising he had picked out a lady he had talked to prior.

"How much would it be for a lovely, fine lady such as yerself to be with this young, inexperienced gentleman!?"

"Johnnnnyyyy!!!!-" James hissed through gritted teeth.

The lady in question turned to James, looking him over with a pursed, red-lipped smile, painted on as if by fine hand. Her yellow dress accentuated her bosom and curves, one hand on hip she stared him down before a more genuine smile came across her face.

"For you, fine sir, merely sixpence."

The boys all gathered together, quickly drawing upon their pockets to pass on to the lady, who kept her eyes on the shy young sir that they were gathering their wages for.

"Have a nice time Jaz boy!!!" The crew cheered and gave him smacks on the back as he rose to his feet and like a true gentleman, linked arms with the lady.

"You... Don't have to do this you know..." He muttered to the woman, embarrassment peeking out the seams.

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"Is THIS all that you've to offer?!"

The snap of his father's voice sounded like a whip, it caused the young boy to shrink back slightly, hands clasped tightly behind his back which was forced to stand straight still, a lifetime of tutoring and lecturing had taught him to remain strong and proper even in the fact of insult.

"I apologise father... I studied to the best of my abilities."

"THIS," the man waved the paper around in his hand, a distasteful tone in his voice. "Is not worthy of someone who is to inherit a business! You mathematical skills MUST improve or else you will be punished, do you understand?"

The boy bowed his head, outside, perhaps it was to show respect, but inside, it was to hide the shame. He was a mere few marks away from getting a solid grade, but it was not enough in the eyes of perfection.

"I'm sorry father.... But my other grades are very good, if you would see my languages-"

"You do not NEED languages," a dismissive wave of the man's hand as he stared down at the paper again. "Latin and English will do you fine, you need not learn foreign speak, its not as if you will go to those places, we have people for that."

"... Would it not be.... Proper to visit our trading partners to gain better connections and strengthen our trade?"

The man's head lifted, frowning at the child and it told the boy everything and young James seemed to shrink away a little more.

"That will be all," he waved a hand again, shooing the boy away. "Do better."

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There was cautionary wind outside, a harsh rustling of the sails that seemed to warn of a storm brewing in from across the sea, a rumbling in the distance confirmed it.

And yet the Captain was stood out on deck, or moreso, on the guardrails of the ship, his hand holding onto the rigging loosely, staring out to sea, distant and cold.

The crew were nowhere to be seen, down below deck most likely, as they had been for more days now, debating on jumping ship if given the chance, the Captain was not himself. Not with his hand gone now.

The amputation in question was wrapped up tightly in bandages and yet not even the gentle care of Smee could ease the suffering and the pain that came with the loss, not the infection that followed that had them sailing to the nearest port. James had left the man asleep in his cabin, still on the chair that had watched over him.

Tired, worn and glassed over eyes stared into the lulling waves below. So tempting and so lovely it was in his mind to fall into the depths, allow her to swallow him whole and keep him in her embrace.

He leaned forward, merely a few fingers keeping him latched to the ship as his frail, skinny body hung over the edge. Empty. He had tried. He had tried to help, he thought he'd been trying to help. A prank. A joke. A croc with the hunger for his flesh.

"CAP'N!" James's head turned around slowly, seeing Smee stood looking terrified below him on deck. "C-Come now Cap'n! Come along, lets get yous back to bed now, ye hear? Nice rest, I'll make you some tea! How's that sound?"