Actually, come to think of it, Neal couldn't recall seeing that hook with all its doo-dads and bells and whistles on James either. Not in person - and the Hook in his dreams, well, the apparatus was a lot less complex. It was more a brace or something, and it was a wonder he didn't tip off over all off-balance. "Sure, you can climb the mast, you monkey," he teased his son. "Just be careful. The crow's nest is my favorite too though," Neal added, flashing a smile. "I bet Henry knows why it's called that too."
"Because sailors used to put straw up there, for keeping night watch when it was cold! All the straw kept them warm!" Henry responded proudly, and was wiggling like an excited puppy, anxious to go pretend to steer at the wheel. "Do you need a crew, Mr. Jas? I bet I could be your Quartermaster!"