"Kept it as a pet, I think," he replied, though Killian wasn't entirely sure - he thought he might follow up on that. "Don't think he killed it and drank its blood, anyway. Like we used to do on pirate ships." Perhaps it was a bit crude but when all the rum (and the fresh water) was gone, you entered kind of a 'desperate times, desperate measures' mindset.
There were too many people here to walk around with a hook where his left hand should be, so he had on a glove over a fake hand, his go-to in Storybrooke sometimes, and wrapped his arm around Stan's. "I rather like the sharks myself. They're mighty."
It was also fun (a good way to put his troubles on the backburner for just a little longer - Hanukkah had been a way to do that as well) to watch them swim majestically overhead - he wondered how strong that glass of the tunnel was.