@rewritale
Hook ran his ship like, well, the Navy —not that he would know what that is— which meant nothing happened on there that he didn't have express knowledge about. Nobody dared cross him. If they did, they found out the hard way just how expertly he manipulated his titular appendage.
So this one quiet night, hearing a commotion in his private cabin, he needed to set someone straight.
"Who dares board the Jolly Roger without my approval...?" Hook asks, slowly approaching the noise, his hooked hand guiding the way. "Choose your words carefully, matey, as they may very well be your last..."












