“We were being pounced on from all sides, and by all sorts of creatures,” Jimmy insists, “the latter being those who got us back here, those odd, hostile spiders. They wanted us to pledge allegiance to Spino-something, what was that again?”
“Spinostress?” the King asks.
“Ha! Ha!” Labaguette says, “sounds like she’s stuck behind that Hook. I wonder how it can be that—“
“—Are they really gone?” Jimmy asks, “or was this—“
“—T’was a fucking series of nightmares, a fucking never ending series of damn sticky and shitty nightmares, that’s what!”
“Fuck Capitaine!” a horrified Labaguette continues, how about honouring your second brain and all the knowledge and culture that it brought you?”
This is when a mug of rum narrowly misses the parrot because, should this not be common knowledge, it is conceivable that mugs and rum can be found anywhere across any Universe, provided one’s mind is applied to finding some. This is an easy feat for the Captain, a pirate driven by now legendary instinctive planning talents, a two brained creature with expandable knowledge and whose actions are made easier by serious guiltlessness and a lack of readily available wise thoughts. After all, two brains might have to do with speed, not depth.
“How did you make it out of here?” the Captain asks Chloroph.
“Me? Err. I never—“
“—Don’t you dare!” the Captain snarls, “you fell in it with me. O but it is clear. You knew how to get out of it, and quickly too if you needed it. Explain yourself.”
“I’m a Hook Master, I should know how to get out of a Hook fast and easy.”
To be continued…