[ The cabin is small and dimly lit, half the room cast in shadows. There's a sense of movement that doesn't make any sense, all things considered; the heavy rocking of the sea, the shifting moonlight and the sound of waves filtering through the windows.
Hook's sitting at the chair behind the desk, unmoving. His gaze is fixed on the map in front of him, but there's no real recognition in it. He doesn't look up when the others arrive, simply stares ahead blindly. Were he alone, there'd be little sign of life — but he's not alone, of course, and the repetition of the waves is broken by the light hum of a woman's voice.
She's seated on the corner of the desk, one hand trailing gently over Hook's jaw. For her part, she seems to be ignoring any newcomers. She remains as she is, and while her position keeps her features guarded by a curtain of dark hair, there's no lack of details otherwise: black hair, intricate leather, the glint of elaborate jewelry at her neck and hands. She's humming something under her breath, quiet and content, and the sound remains unbroken regardless of who enters the cabin. ]
captain hook | closed to emma and.... gold........
Hook's sitting at the chair behind the desk, unmoving. His gaze is fixed on the map in front of him, but there's no real recognition in it. He doesn't look up when the others arrive, simply stares ahead blindly. Were he alone, there'd be little sign of life — but he's not alone, of course, and the repetition of the waves is broken by the light hum of a woman's voice.
She's seated on the corner of the desk, one hand trailing gently over Hook's jaw. For her part, she seems to be ignoring any newcomers. She remains as she is, and while her position keeps her features guarded by a curtain of dark hair, there's no lack of details otherwise: black hair, intricate leather, the glint of elaborate jewelry at her neck and hands. She's humming something under her breath, quiet and content, and the sound remains unbroken regardless of who enters the cabin. ]