Golly. It sounded so ridiculous, like they ought to be sharing one milkshake with two straws. "Remind me again which one third base is?" Killian asked cheekily, as if he didn't know.
But he did know. That, and the home run, were what he desired - he supposed they just had to wait a little longer, that was all. It was fine, he could be patient - sometimes. He'd plotted for centuries to skin himself a crocodile, and even though that hadn't turned out like he envisioned it would (and many people had used his desire for revenge against him), the point was that he was willing to wait in order to achieve the ultimate reward.
This was much different, however. Lowering the chain of the small anchor, he stopped rowing and just would let them float out here a little. Without zapping into the barrier that caged them to the vicinity of the island. "But either way I'm certain you can get me to do whatever you wish, Stanley," the pirate grinned.