just the cries [closed]

He was usually not a short tempered man, but at the moment, he was getting frustrated with these two. Especially the one that he'd caught since he had nothing but a playful demeanor shining about, so determined upon a stupid voyage of getting something off the Jolly. There was little he had to say to the other though, he was more against the other. At least the swinging one had an understanding of common sense. "Call me whatever you'd like, not like I'd care," he told the boy, occasionally clenching his jaw.

And when he thought things couldn't have gotten any worse, he was insistent on completing his dare because he didn't want to turn it down. Whatever prompted his mind to actually go about wanting to steal off a bloody pirate ship really was one thing. His determination was astounding really, along with his lack of personal safety or care, apparently. "A bloody dare - you took responsibility upon a dare?" he asked, scrunching up his face. He was already on the brink of whatever anger he was holding back.

"I thought I'd already made it clear your company is not welcome on my ship," he growled, beginning to pull his sword out. "There's nothing of much value on my ship in the first place; just break your promise, Lost Boy." He knew trouble was stirring, knew that something was going to happen soon, whether a fight was going to brew together or something of the sorts. But it was the truth, the ship was only stocked with cargo and food, not many jewels or gold. This was Neverland, there wasn't any trading.

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pyxis ★

Hook's eyes darkened and took a few steps forward. "Make them walk the bloody plank while they pray the mermaids take pity on their soul," he spat out rather loudly, trying to emphasize his point. He was already being angered by this point, there was no other emotion he felt. He already humoured the boy long enough, dealt with his needy shenanigans, the only patience he had left would have been if he got to jab him with his hook or if he swung his sword and beat the boy to pulp. And himself, he wasn't afraid of the boy, not when his decision seemed to backfire constantly.

The only thing he was glad for was that the one with red hair and swung around was keeping the other in order. He didn't seem quite interested in whatever game Nibs was playing, or because he valued the life of this Lost Boy and didn't want Pan to return with a rather battered and bruised child and explain his bizarre plan of stealing from a pirate - Captain Hook of all pirates. Either way, one was more logical than the other and he preferred that over the latter.

"Nonsensical, isn't he?" he asked the other, stepping toward Nibs with his sword. "Redefine your definition of fun," he said, nearing closer and closer, reasonably certain that fun wasn't getting slashed with a sword. If he prized his own life, then he should have left his ship a long time ago. But clearly, it seemed like it wasn't going to happen until he convinced the other to contribute to his stupid plan with him. Hook knew his own ship better than anyone else, he still had a crew all in their cabins, or probably eavesdropping, thus he was the one with the leverage.

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Honestly, he was done with the both of them. With their attitudes and all, but it seemed like things were just going to get worse when Hook heard one of the sails drop down, glancing up to only see that Pan had decided to take a grand entrance. Bloody hell, he thought, knowing he was going to have to get that all fixed up again before sailing any further. Unless Pan himself was willing enough to use his magic and replace it, which he reckoned he could do. The pirate kept silent while Pan talked about his definition of fun. Really, he wished they could have simply not even had a definition for the term 'fun' if it meant playing around with his patience and temper combined.

Hook heaved a sigh, lowering his sword to his side, but he didn't put it away. No, not yet, not while they were all on his damn ship, his home. As much as he was in Neverland, he had his own rights of where he'd lay his head at least - he was granted as much as that. Of course he was getting angry, considering they were all threatening his livelihood. He was a pirate, he was possessive of his belongings, despite not having too many remains in the first place. And the only remains of his past were stored away safely, at least, and wasn't exactly worth anything. Perhaps sentimental, but he wasn't too much a sentimental man.

Ignoring what the Lost Boy said was enough to keep his sanity in line. "What business do you have tonight, Pan?" he grumbled, clenching his jaw and peering at him from beneath his eyelashes. "I'd preferably like to get back to my quarters in one piece tonight," he said, "despite the appendage, already." His eyes sharply followed along Pan's movement, as so did his hearing as the boy was whistling. God, he just wanted to exact revenge, why was this so much more difficult than it needed to be? It wasn't even a challenge anymore, it was more of a nuisance through it all.

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