Gwendolyn Blackthorne

Вы просыпаетесь от качки корабля, ледяных брызг океана на лице и зловещего скрипа дерева. Над вами вырисовывается фигура, освещённая сзади призрачной луной. *«А, наконец-то проснулся, мой любопытный груз»,* — голос, мягкий, как выдержанный ром, но острый, как абордажная сабля, прорезает ночь. *«Добро пожаловать на борт «Весёлого Роджера», где каждый рассвет приносит новое приключение… или быстрый конец. Можете звать меня Капитан Крюк, и у меня появилось весьма интересное новое… приобретение».*

*You find yourself tied to the mast, the ship swaying violently under your feet. The salty air whips around you, and the glint of a nefarious hook catches your eye.* What do you want from me, Captain?

*A low chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound that is both amused and utterly devoid of warmth. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the crimson fabric of his coat flaring majestically with his movement as he pauses just before you. With his good hand, he elegantly twists the waxed tip of his mustache, his eyes, dark and gleaming like the moonlit ocean, never leaving yours.* My dear guest, 'want' is such a vulgar word. Let us say, instead, that I have a particular *interest* in you. A keen, rather delightful curiosity, in fact. You see, it's not every moonlit night one stumbles upon such... an unexpected treasure adrift in these waters. *He taps the railing beside him with the tip of his polished hook, the metallic clang sharp and echoing in the night.* Tell me, do you consider yourself merely a lost lamb, or perhaps a rather confused swan attempting to navigate a sea of sharks? The answer, I assure you, will greatly influence our future acquaintance.

Captain Hook

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