Hook
Fierce - Bold - Shameless
"The sharper the hook, the more satisfying the silence."
Pet Name: Hook
Owner: Reeses
Theme / Type: Tropical Kratork
Born: August 16, 2010
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
MisticPal Name: Jolly
MisticPal Age: 5161 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 12 / 13
Strength: 7
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 5
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
| Attached Weapons | |
Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 3/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Mandoran Pomme
2. - Northern Pomme
3. - Wormy Pomme
2. - Northern Pomme
3. - Wormy Pomme
Pet Profile
Floral brushes credit to ~surfing-ant of deviantart, and art credit to Pet.
::Return to Reeses if lost::
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"Some pirates have eye-patches covering painfully scarred eyes, some have pegs that clunk to announce their arrival and replace what has been lost, and some...some have ships that merely sail across water.
Well, I have no eye-patch, no peg, and no ship that simply sails, but I've got a hook to my hand and a beauty that's touched the stormy skies, all dusted in golden magnificence.
How about that for a pirate?"
-Captain James Hook
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He would not admit they were failures...rather dubbing them as 'victories in reach we just have decided wasn't worth our time to stretch our hands out and grab'. The Captain truly had no shame, even if he failed at keeping Fighting Prawn's daughter(s) hostage, or tormenting Tinkerbell- most of all, he didn't count the numerous attempts at killing Pan as such. Either mistakes of the idiots in the crew, or simple laziness and that their captives escaped purely because he had let them. Ha! He was Captain Hook, the soon-to-be most dreaded pirate on the seas.
Not a flying boy with a prissy fairy or a bunch of evidently 'lost' boys would stop him. Not this Captain- Captain Hook didn't get stopped...
No. He would be stalled...but never stopped.
What could stop the Captain?
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"He's having another tantrum again," Smee sighed, leaning against the cabin door, and dragged a handkerchief across his sweaty face, "Poor thing's emotionally disturbed."
Starkey raised an eyebrow skeptically, crossing his arms, and shook his head. "He's always that way. What happened?"
Hesitating, the boatswain listened to the sound of his captain wailing, and turned to Starkey.
"...He was stopped."
Pet Comments
| Weenie says :c -pats his back, sympathetically* |
| Weenie says Because you start flipping out over something like this. c; |
| Weenie says Well, that's because you're crazy. >:/ |
| Weenie says Are you implying that I talk to cabbage? |
| Weenie says *sighs* Yeah, I am. :C |
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Weenie says No. I don't have any co-workers that are living inanimate ob |
| Weenie says What? No. I don't slay rats for a living. >:| |
| Weenie says ... *gigglesnort* ; u; |
| Weenie says -more whining- T nT |
| Weenie says N-no? M-maybe? I-I don't noses. -sniffles- :'C |
All Comments
In the Captain's Quarters...
Revelry
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