1st star to the right

[unhand]

[The handwriting that appears is a neat, even old fashioned cursive.]

Captain’s Log

I’d add a date, but I’ve no idea what world I’ve landed in, much less how the local time is measured. I know one thing, and one thing only: This isn’t Neverland. Not unless he’s grown more powerful by far since I was here last.

My ship is gone, as well as the rest of the rescue party. With luck, they’ve sailed on, though I fear for the success of their voyage without me to guide them. Not many have gone up against him and survived. I don’t care how much power the Queen and the Crocodile have. My knowledge and sailing abilities are indispensable if we’re to save Henry. They’ll need me.

I don’t recognize this land. I doubt it’s as pleasant as it appears. Magic always comes with a price, does it not? And a land such as this reeks with magic.

I’ll write more when I know more.

- Hook

Comments

[unhand]

Aye. Suppose it's not the cleverest of monikers for a hook-handed pirate. But it's served me well.

[heloise]

And I thought it was your name. It seems unfair that you know mine and I know yours not.

[unhand]

It is my name.

[Just not his only name or his original name.]

[heloise]

And your family name?

[unhand]

Don't have a family.

[heloise]

Everyone comes from a family.

[unhand]

But not everyone stays with them.

[heloise]

No.

Welcome again to Paradisa, Captain Hook.