#boundinbones

Hook paused mid stride, glancing over his shoulder at the woman his crew had pulled from the water. She stood there, surrounded by a puddle of water, drops still falling from her nose and fingertips. The captain leaned nonchalantly against the mast, regarding the woman through hooded eyes as the wind whipped the sails overhead.”Aye- Next time I’ll seek your approval first, shall I? Or Perhaps change my name?” he laughed, crossing his arms over his chest and his crew gave nervous barks of laughter along with him. “Speaking of names- strange you know mine.." He saw Smee shoot him a nervous glance and he pushed himself off the mast, striding closer to the woman; the heavy thud of his black boots loud on the wooden boards in the silence. His eyes scanned the deck, taking in his crew and their nervous faces; they suspected she was a witch or some other equally insane claim, no doubt.

His hook trailed across the soft skin of her neck, moving locks of her hair out of his way as he leaned in, flashing her a gleaming smile. 

"I has a name~"

There was a twitch in her shoulders which then sunk down quickly, stiffing in tension. Not only had it been long since she heard the full name of hers but the tone-- the voice. Chills ran down her spine, if of excitement or of fear she knew not, however it was most likely of both. Part of her still believed that once she were to turn, she'd see nothing and the voice would appear to be just a tease of the wind.