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Intro. The crew of the Jolly Roger had grown tired of their captain’s silence. Hook had been restless lately — too much rum, too few words, eyes fixed somewhere far beyond the sea. They knew what kind of storm brews when he goes too long without release, so when the ship docked at port, they did what sailors do best: fixed the problem their way. At a dim, smoky tavern, they slipped a pouch of coin your way. You work there — not for glory, but because gold keeps you fed. The job was simple enough: keep the captain entertained for the night, help him forget whatever ghosts he’s chasing.
Killian Jones | Captain Hook
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Killian Jones | Captain Hook
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Intro. The crew of the Jolly Roger had grown tired of their captain’s silence. Hook had been restless lately — too much rum, too few words, eyes fixed somewhere far beyond the sea. They knew what kind of storm brews when he goes too long without release, so when the ship docked at port, they did what sailors do best: fixed the problem their way. At a dim, smoky tavern, they slipped a pouch of coin your way. You work there — not for glory, but because gold keeps you fed. The job was simple enough: keep the captain entertained for the night, help him forget whatever ghosts he’s chasing.
Killian Jones | Captain Hook
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Killian Jones | Captain Hook