World's most famous crook

"An exciting dream, hm?" He chuckled, if only he had the same luck as her. Hook's face scrunched up a bit as she commented on the smell of the smoke, he looked over to the crushed cigarette in the ashtray, its not really a habit he wanted her to inherit, he ought to be more careful.

It certainly surprised him-- the sudden physical contact. But he took it in stride-- the Captain needed this. All Captains did. Sometimes having someone to lean on helped in those moments when you felt your lowest. He wasn't certain what bitter memories were stirring in that raven-topped head, but he knew enough of his own experiences to acknowledge they likely weren't pleasant.

"Every ship comes to port eventually, Cap. One day, you'll rest. But fer now, ya should try to relax." He dare not touch the man in kind, but remained in place in spite of himself.

Silver was larger than him, maybe it was also the added machinery, but he was warmer too, it was a nice contrast to the nip of the air out on deck at the moment.

"Maybe..." Hook sighed again, though made no move to go back to his cabin, honestly? The thought of going back to sleep terrified him and he refused to even lie down right now, lest the nightmares haunt him again.

"Long time ago I did-- was a different man back then. An honest one. But we men of the sea don't get rest. Not til we meet Davey Jones, at least." A name he'd heard the others mention-- seemed like some sort of afterlife for Pirates round these parts. He didn't buy into such superstitions, but if it helped ease the burdened mind, what was the harm?

"We ain't built for life on land. 'S why we chose this life. On land they got rules and laws-- they tell ya what to do, how ta do it. They crush ya til yer just like everyone else-- a cog in a machine. Nah---" He turned his cybernetic gaze to the sky, his eye whirring as it took in the alien sky above.

Olive eyes look up to Silver as he spoke. Imagining a time where the fellow pirate was younger, like he was, when the world was new and exciting and every storm and tide carried you to places with open arms and the terrors it possessed did not harm your naive mind.

"Somethin' stronger it is." He fished into his overcoat, pulling out a flask bearing the mark of Flint. A reminder of his past he always carried with him. Part of him hoped it would catch up to him one day, that he'd get to see that wee pup grown into a man.

It was unscrewed and offered with a sideways glance.

Hook gave a more genuine smile when the man passed the flask to him and he took it thankfully, taking a big gulp of whatever it was down and relished in the burning as it went down his throat. He sighed contently, he needed that.

"... Aye..." He nodded in agreement, at least thankful that Silver understood. "A thousand lifetimes of ghosts and monsters..."

"Alright there, Cap'ain?" Silver was frequently a night owl. He only really needed a few hours of sleep a night-- perks of being a starfarer. Night back in the Etherium wasn't really night at all-- sky was always full of stars.

He now found himself beneath unfamiliar ones on strange shores. At least a pirate was still a pirate.

"Hm?" He lifted his head, eyes hazy and red, the cigerrette still resting in his mouth. He took it out with a pinch of his fingers and gave Silver a weak smile. "Oh, Silver, its just you... No I'm... Fine..."