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Schmee would fill the glass again, pouring wine in another, less ornate cup and swigging it himself before walking back into the extravagant room. Sitting in a massive chair, leaning to one side, his blue eyes resting on a golden shortsword on the wall, sat Hook. He seemed blank as he stares at the sword of Pan, the blade that cut off his hand, the blade that fought him for so long...and now, was it to sit upon the wall as hook sat upon the chair, forever, collecting dust with no use in sight...hook felt a kinship with the blade, truly. His cold eyes shift to Schmee after a moment, and he reaches a hand out to take the glass, swishing the Liquid around a bit as he looks down into it, before taking a sip, humming to himself a bit. "Schmee, i wish to view the records and reports for today....go fetch...whatever her name is...tell her to bring them to me...she is in charge of that right?" he looks up at the pugly little man, as if asking why he was still standing there...the look sent Schmee skittering away.

Hook would look over the papers, stopping on one...."the men who have gone missing in Neverwood....they have mot return?" he more asks himself then her. He looks back up at the sword on the wall, then down to the papers. "they are dead...." he tosses the paper away. He then looks back to the forms, tilting his head a bit. "oh my this is interesting......." he hands her one of the forms, a form showing a gross increase in pay to one of the crew....a crew member that was dead. "Schmee, you have gotten lazy.....you usually handle the paper work....were you just hoping she would forget this Schmee?" The second in command would begin to stutter but the captain raises his hook, slolwy turning his eyes to the pirate. "Schmee....dont bother with excuses....i find them rather borish nowadays." he sighs. "you know, i think it is time for a change...things need to be different maybe....me and you Schmee, we hunted pan together, you helped me catch, and kill him." Schmee nods, as if finding a life line. "thats right capt, without me we would have never got the little b*****d!" A loud crack fills the room, Schmee falling dead, a smoking pistol in hooks hand. "yes Schmee, you did."

Hook would look at her as she speaks, before looking back down to the paper work. "sharp eye...first mate Maddilyn" he stands from his chair, walking to his dresser and grabbing a ribbon, tying his hair back. "fetch me my coat and hat." He waits for her to grab his items before slipping his coat on, and resting his hat on his head. He walks to the door, obviously expecting her to follow. He steps out onto the deck of his ship, and down the planks to his port, walking to the square and hitting his hook on the gong. "It would seem, our old, departed friend Schmee, was stealing from me, and thus, stealing from the town....yada yada" he waves his hook a bit. "someone go get the body from my quarters and throw him overboard. My new first mate is Maddilyn, any objections?" A pirate raises his hand. "ah yes, please speak up." The man looks around nervously. "well, capt....aint she a woman?" He would chuckle a bit, reaching over and drawing Maddie's pistol from her belt, he shoots the man in the chest. "anyone else wish to argue sexism with me? I ever do so love debates."

Hook would nod his head..."scout it....i'll not send the men in blind, and schmee would not have either if he had any sense." He growls a bit, turning to face her..."now, you must also understand...failure is met by my falure to control my temper, you may be a woman, but i have the full intention of bestowing equal treatment here...if you fail, or betray me, i will kill you just as fast as i killed Schmee, you understand?" He only gives her a moment. "good...now fetch my sparring partner, it is time for my workout." Hook always sparred with three men every day, he had actually upped his swordplay sense the defeat of pan, as if preparing for his next big rival.

The men were on the floor, all three of them, hook standing over them unharmed. They were the three best fighters the jolly rodger had to offer, and went full out against their captain...to do otherwise would cause him to anger.....yet he still smeared them. He had gotten better sense pan died, spending most of his free time either drinking, of practicing swordplay. He tosses the blade down, glaring at the men. "pathetic..." he motions for them to leave, his eyes falling on his new first mate. "sip from that glass.." he points to a mug, waiting for her to drink some before taking it to drink himself, without another word. He walks to the fire place, his eyes locked onto Pan's sword....a sword that the lost boys...well men now, would kill to get again. He reaches up and touches the blade with his hook, turning to face her. "we are going into the lost wood."

"we leave in two days then...one day to get the information we need, another to prep the men...i will suffer no mistakes this time, nor will i suffer second hand accounts...i go this time...it is time i saw to the troubles in lost wood myself." He looks to the window, gazing out over Neverland. "It is time for a change Maddie.....time for a new war....new bloodshed....my men grow fat, and my mind grows weary...this same humdrum, day after day, thinking on the past, drowning myself in drink while my ship rots around me....i used to be a pirate..simple, easy, but now i am so much more, i am a conqueror! i will take this blasted land for my own and then move on to take the next and the next." He looks back at her, a burning fire in his pale blue eyes..."two days Maddie...two days and we will taste lost blood again."

Hook would nod his head...."it is time for me to go into town....im sick of this...just sitting here, waiting to die..." he stands up, grabbing his cloak. "come." He walks out, squinting at the light as he leaves the Rodger, everyone looking at him with curious blinks, hardly ever seeing him leave the ship. he would not even look at them as he moves, walking into the home he had built in town, heading for his room. He stops once inside, beginning to peel his jacket and shirt off..."open that door..." he points to a cabinet, and when she opens it, she would see the most finely crafted armor one ever laid eyes on...a deep rusted red and black, the plates fitted tightly together, overlapping so one could move perfectly in it...light and lithe, not bulky. "had that made when i realized that we would be fighting on solid ground more.....light enough to move in, but protective enough to stop its share of blows..." he chuckles.