Ch. 6 Crocodile Tears

[not_a_codfish]

[Anyone outside tonight will see a certain pirate captain sitting under the stars, a twin cigar in his hand, with a glass of wine cradled in his hook. Hook is wearing quite the sad-sack expression. After a good long sulk, he cracks open the journal and dictates]

I find myself quite disturbed. The recent... infection that swept through the Castle has proven yet again that his place has the power to overwhelm one's own judgment and alter ones emotions and perspectives. I find it troubling that anything, let alone a little flu, could overcome my good form.

[ooc open for action or over the journal]