He hadn't seen any light. No violent bursts of colour, nothing. Hook supposed it probably would have helped if he hadn't had his back turned on the direction this one had turned up in. Once the lad confirmed that he was fished up by the Seal, Hook pried his flask out once more and strode toward him. In one smooth gesture, he shoved the drink into the boy's chest and pushed past him. "Drink up. You'll bloody well need it, being here." He offered no further explanation. Instead, Hook knelt to inspect the ground behind him. No charred marks, no upturned dirt. Nothing beyond the expected bend of a few blades of grass that had undoubtedly occurred through the all too natural process of being stepped on.
The Seal was quick. It had left him with nothing. No evidence, not even the slightest bit of an idea on something to lean on to help further his investigation.
He did well to suppress a growl of annoyance as he turned back to look at his new companion. "You didn't hear or see anything unusual before you turned up here, then?" No, of course he didn't. And if he did, it was likely at the back of his mind - something so unimportant, compared to what had just happened to him, that it had completely slipped off and would forever be forgotten. Hook remembered what it was like when he had landed here. The only thing that he had taken in was the inconvenience of it all. "I expect not," Hook added before he could answer. He'd have to try again. Later. Once he dealt with this one.
"It's your not so lucky day, mate. Something about you got the Seal's attention. It brought you to a new land, filled with all sorts of unpleasantries." At least the Seal had the courtesy to drop him on a street corner. The cemetery wasn't the most warming of arrival locations.