I have no idea what this is.
I am also not at all certain that I am alive. That, in itself, is perplexing. But I am free. Free from obligation to look after those pathetic excuses for pirates. Free from my bosun's continual simpering, Starkey's bumbling, from savage redskins, whining children, and most importantly, free from PAN. I may have lost the
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I thought I sent you to the crocodile!
ooc; OHHH SNAP.
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What am I doing here? What about you? I'm here because I died. And you, boy? How did you die? I'd be happy to know; I hope it was painful and involved some intense stupidity on your part. Then I'll be able to sleep better at night.
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I know you died! But the dead don't come back! Or they didn't 'till I came here.
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What in blazes -- ?
Pan, have you gotten older?
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And me? I've always been like this! Maybe you got older, Hook!
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No, you're quite a bit larger than I remember you ever being. Perhaps this place is not good for you at all, boy.
A shame, really. Not that I'd ever want to see you suffer in any way...
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Maybe you're seeing stuff, too. You sure dying didn't mess you up?
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Do you need me to simplify it for you? There's something wrong with you.
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Hmmm.
Nope, pretty sure nothing's wrong. Tink would be really worried if something was wrong with me, anyway.
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