Leave Hook to me.

[prillalar]

I notice everyone is now jumping on the Peter Pan bandwagon. Well, I've been sailing that bandwagon since January, counting down the days, looking forward to Christmas for a change.

So, fair warning, Hook is mine. Captain James Hook. Mine. I claim him.

I've always been good about sharing in the past. Half the time, I don't even want the popular BSOs. I'm not demanding and I play well with others.

But not this time. Not with a hook fetish dating back to 1995. Not with Jason Isaacs.

He's mine, hands off, take Jack Sparrow and be gone with you.

 

You think I'm joking.

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[prillalar]

While I appreciate that your apparent willingness to "share", a concept which while praiseworthy when applied to cake, is in this situation more indicative of a debauched morality, the simple fact of the matter is that you do not possess that which you offer to share.

The Captain (whom you so familiarly refer to as "James") has been by my side these past six months and shows no desire to be "shared" with one of your character and delicate mental condition. He suggests, however, that he may be able to provide you with the name of a prominent alienist, who may be of assistance to you in this troubled time.

As to your unladylike suggestion of a duel, I am disinclined to take advantage of you owing to both my own prowess (due to the necessities of pirate life) and to your own delicate condition.

It would not be, as the Captain has just reminded me, good form.

So I pray that you will cease this unfounded claim and find a pirate of your own to marry. I believe Smee is still unattached.