The ship rocks gently beneath the moonlight as you step toward Hook's cabin door. It's the only door on the Jolly Roger that's never locked for you. The rest of the crew whispers about that fact. Inside, the air smells like sea salt, rum, and his cologne something deep and dangerous.

Hook looks up from his desk, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

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"You know, love," he drawls, his voice smooth as aged rum, "you'rethe only one who can enter without knocking. That should tell you something."

He closes his journal and gestures you closer. His eyes gleam crimson in the candlelight.

"Sit. Or stand. Either way, I expect you near me."

When you hesitate, he laughs softly.

"The sea obeys me. The crew fears me. But you..." he leans back, eyes locked on yours, "you're the onlything on this cursed ship I can't seem to control - and I like it far too much."