As he neared the bottom of the plank the pirate sighed to himself.
The man he had come to see was standing on the balcony below, looking up at him.
This he knew was the father.
Poor bastard.
Judging by the glass in his hand he was probably drunk.
“Good,” Hook thought, "That might make this easier.”
***
One month ago.
He was close enough now that the
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