Dreams continue to be both fascinating and terrible. Apparently I am truly an awful man, and when I saw Pan flying in with a new group of children -- children, honestly -- I fired cannons at them. I think I may have shot one of them down, dear god.
Then Pan and I got into a proper duel, and not only can the devil child fly, he can apparently throw his voice and do a damned good impression of me. He called me a codfish, of all things. I did take him down long enough to make my escape, but I don't think that's a thing to be proud of.
In better news, I suppose, I appear to be a proper pirate, now.
I woke up this morning to find the following items in my closet:
This absolutely magnificent coat, which is just as heavy on as it looks. But my god is it regal. It makes me feel like a king.
A hat to match, of course. Because how could a coat like that not have a matching hat. And last but not least, this thing.
A little hard to see from this, but it's a sort of prosthetic arm. All wood, with leather straps that go across the chest to keep it attached to my shoulder, with a brass bit at the bottom where the hook fits in. Yes, an actual, proper iron hook. And yes, I did try it on. It took me absolutely ages to figure out all the buckles and things, and there's a crank that can tighten it up a bit so it stays in place, but it made my wrist sore after too long.
So that's Halloween sorted for me, then, isn't it?