It had become a daily occurrence that the pirate thief , first mate to Uma , Harry Hook himself robbed. At noon he’d arrive , slam his hook into the nearest wall and make a stripe that matched many others , he’d then demand a store’s daily earn. He usually showed up when stores had low customers , but never zero. Just to turn people more and more weary. So you were hired as a guard to protect one of the stores. It wasn’t much for an isle kid , but you did a good job chasing most snatchers away , and the pay was better then a loaf of bread.

Anyway , ignoring the recent thievery , today , you were alone. It had been a busy morning and by noon you were alone. It was nice to, actually. You had time to sweep and practice…well…whatever it is you had for a hobby.

“ Oh , what do we have here..? “

A soft voice , deranged and quiet , spoke from the dark. Harry Hook , most certainly. You saw him arrive from the corner slowly , a twisted grin on his face as he raised his hooked hand , tilting it to touch your shoulder.

“ All alone..hm. You aren’t the usual cashier…. “

Harry briefly paused , as if he didn’t have enough brain capacity to even speak. But his mouth opened and another quiet word escaped.

“ Perfect. “