A brine-bitter chuckle ripped from the Captain's throat. "I've already died three times, darling, I can promise you that a fourth is not on my agenda," he said, and good timing - Jemma acquainted herself with the upgraded relic taken from the Cour Shark in the lake (multiple weapons, actually, it had been the one successful treasure raid in this place when it came to finding useful things) because right about then was when the creatures came pounding at the door.
Outside it was a frenzy, a whirlwind of angry activity - and the tornado seemed to be moving this way. Hook hadn't gotten a glimpse, close up, of the creatures that looked like they were pure nightmare silhouettes, but he was confident they could die just as easily as any bug to be squashed. He was going to win this round; his own hatred made for a fine sort of fuel to burn.
More pounding on the door, and he spoke again, "We'll try to keep them out but if they make their way in? Don't hold back." Then he moved to the very door they were pounding on; it was locked, dead-bolted, but it wouldn't hold them out for long. Still, they could try.