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<span class="mu-r">“Hey, Pan!”</span> you called out, landing right next to him. Both combatants turned to stare at you incredulously. <span class="mu-r">“Start getting these kids out of here. I’ll handle Hook.”</span> you declared, pointing in the direction of the Gambler’s Guess.
Pan’s eyes widened momentarily, but he nodded and slipped away to rescue his Lost Boys. When you rose to your full height, you found yourself staring down the barrel of a flintlock pistol.
<span class="mu-r">“...Seriously?”</span> you asked the man holding it.
The moment you saw his finger twitch and felt your spider sense tingle, you easily stepped to the side, refusing to let his pellet hit anything but open air. When his eyes refocused on you, he appeared to be quite flummoxed by the result of his surprise attack.
<span class="mu-r">“Alright, so that’s your one shot. Do you want me to wait for you to reload, or do you have an entirely different gun hidden in your-”</span>
Captain Hook quickly reached into his coat pocket, pulled out another pistol and pointed it at you before you could finish.
<span class="mu-r">“Of course you do…”</span> you said with a sigh, before leaping into the air to avoid his follow-up shot. You then webbed his foot, pulled yourself up to the wings of the flagpole and slung the webline over it. As you descended, Hook was forcefully dragged into the air, kicking and screaming all the while. When you’d finally reached the deck, you tied the other end of the webline around the base of the mast, and glanced up to admire your handiwork.
The disgruntled pirate was swinging wildly now, attempting to cut the webline with his cutlass, but immediately thinking better of it. In his struggle, his large hat fell from his head and gently drifted down into your hands.
<span class="mu-r">“Hey, Hook! Look at me!”</span> you shouted up at him. <span class="mu-r">“I’m the captain, now!”</span>
His face turned beet red, and he exposed his rotten teeth in a snarl that was practically dripping with animosity.
<span class="mu-r">“How do I look?”</span> you asked Callisto, who was just about wrapping up on her end.
She tilted her head and gazed at you appraisingly, before letting her eyes flick up to the hanging Hook. <span class="mu-b">“Could use a matching coat.”</span> she casually said.
You snapped a finger at her. <span class="mu-r">“Great idea!”</span> you said, before clambering up the mast until you could meet Hook at eye level. <span class="mu-r">“Sorry. Me again. I’m gonna need a few things from you, if you don't mind.”</span>
Hook spat at you in response, which earned him a swift punch.
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As fancy as Hook’s coat and boots were, they also fucking reeked. You never understood how someone surrounded by so much water could smell so bad. You’d have to stow them away and wash them when you got home. You didn’t think you could handle the authentic pirate stank that came with the genuine article.
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