тнє ¢αρтαιη (piracy) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-11-08 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ariel, character: killian jones, character: mary margaret blanchard |
WHO: Hook, Ariel, Snow, and proooobably Jean later
WHEN: Saturday, I think
WHERE: The lake
WHAT: Exploration
WARNINGS: Language, monsters, injury, and bloody things?
STATUS: In progress
If he closed his eyes and just didn't think of it, there was the comforting aroma of salt. The sound of waves. Cool air. The black of night, broken up by the glittering of stars. He could almost be near the Jolly Roger, smelling of sweat and salt and tar, the blackened wood of a fire in a pit on deck and the musty leather of a coat that he would never part with. Or Captain Hook could be rowing out on a murky lake, the water chilly, the air around them thick and clammy. His hardy vessel, built himself and named the Ice Queen - subsequently spell-protected by Swan - was now carrying three people. Himself, Ariel, and Snow White. He was glad to see the adventure-loving bandit side of Snow still was lurking about despite her primary school teacher sweaters and her sensible shoes, but he also knew if anything happened to Swan's mother the fallout would not be pretty. Still, Killian intended to ensure she was well enough - and Ariel too, whom he was actually quite concerned about because none of them really knew what lurked in the depths of this sludge pit. He didn't row all the way out to the pirate ship. Nearby, they could see the Cour Shark sitting ominously in the distance, closer now than squinting on the shore - but it wasn't her creaky interior they intended to explore today. It was the bottom of the lake and that was where Ariel came in. With him, he had his sword and a few daggers on his person and also - uncharacteristically - the gun loaded with salty bullets. Any threat above water would be sufficiently handled. Or that was the intention, anyway. "Lovely weather," he quipped, more like deadpanned. Because it was ghastly out here, that was quite obvious. |