#james (threads)

So although he liked to work alone, James was reluctantly approaching Snake Eyes for a little... mutually beneficial agreement. He didn't trust Damien any further than he could throw him, but he might've been the only man in town who understood the circumstances here.

"Sanderson," James nodded cordially, beckoning the boogeyman into his office, "So good of you to come. You're looking well."

@debts-and-nightmares

Like hell some pencil-pusher who didn't even know his city was going to try to take business away. James had no patience for someone trying to to screw him over.

"There'd be no reason to 'diversify' our supply chain if I could be left alone to run my own business. I've built Nauticus from the ground up, and you don't even know what Godscobh was like 5 years ago, let along 20 or 30."

@justedmnd

He wouldn't stay down for long though, the summer would bring in the best business possible. Idiots who were ready to spend money.

"As you can see, we've installed better security to prevent break-ins from happening again," Hook did still have to play nice with the law, much to his chagrin, "We're quite committed to the safety of our ports as we enter the busy season."

The grumble in Hook's voice is noticeable, but not unusual. This is just how he talks to council members.

@kingoftheskiesgc

The only thing that enraged Hook more was the fact that he was the one sitting in a questioning room now, awaiting making a statement. His hook was taken from him as it was considered a weapon, and he doesn't have a hand to cuff, so instead he's been cuffed to the table.

At least this is an opportunity to pin everything on the Lost Boys. Anything Pevensie thinks he has on Nauticus can be deflected. That is, if Hook doesn't let his anger get the better of him.

"Sheriff." He greets coldly as the man finally enters.

"So much for 'friends in high places'," James hung his coat up carefully as he walked into the man's office. It was too clean in here, and the captain bristled at how formal everything was.

"Care to explain why there are cops swarming my ships like flies as of late?"

@mortalrelics

"Not that bad? The demolition of the land and business I've worked my whole life for is 'not that bad'?" It wasn't Odette's fault for getting caught in the crossfire here. Inevitably, someone had to be on the receiving end of Hook's rage, and he wasn't holding back.

She was from some bullshit company sent to survey the land after it'd been marked off with caution tape. Hook had to basically stop business entirely just to make room for this investigation, not to mention the wounds, broken equipment, and and money he'd be out by the end of this.

"You'd do well to be careful with your words when you're talking about people's lives."

"We're cleaning it up the best we can, thanks for noticing," Hook bristled the second anyone from the city steeped foot onto the Nauticus. There was a reason they wouldn't find a damn thing here though, and Hook knew it.

He ran a tight ship, and he was not about to taken down by little loser high school drop outs. He was James Fucking Hook.

"Most of it from my men who were trying to stop those kids from drinking their way through our alcohol shipments. But a few of your boys in blue got trigger-happy too."

Hook was patching Nauticus up fairly well after the raid, giving his workers who'd come out clean a little time off and sweeping everything he didn't want the police finding under the rug. Physically though, the man had not come out unscathed.

He hadn't expected Adam to just turn up, but apparently that's what could happen when you let a hook up know where you work.

"That's nothing," A lovely rope burn on Hook's forearms marred his already patchy skin, and the cuts were still fresh. Lucky for him, the childish Lost Boys were mostly armed with pocket knifes and BB guns, "I've clearly had worse."