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"Captain!"

Hook had been in his quarters on the Jolly Roger when the call came from Smee. He'd left his fellow pirate in charge of his new crew of lost boys and he couldn't help rolling his eyes. Usually a call like this meant something was broken or they needed the Captain to settle some point. They were still tied up to the docks of Storybrooke, honestly, how much trouble could these boy cause?

He grabbed his hook off his desk as he passed and screwed it into place before he took his coat off it's hook. Once he finally looked the part of the fearsome pirate Captain Hook, he found it helped his authority with boys if he played up the part, he strode out on deck. "Yes Smee...what is it?"

Smee hurried up to Hook, a dripping wet bottle in his hands. "Captain! I was teaching the boys how to use the fishing nets when one of them got this caught in the line. I don't kn..." He kept going but Hook wasn't listening anymore. He swiped the bottle out of Smee's hands, has he had a dark feeling that he knew what it was.

"Thank you Smee, go back to your nets. Let the Captain take care of this." Hook immediately returned back into his cabin and locked the door tight. If his hunch was right, he didn't want the Evil Queen or the Crocodile to get wind of this. He settled into his chair and looked the bottle over...and rubbed it.

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The glare only made Hook laugh harder. This genie was going to have a hell of a time if he couldn't find any part of his situation amusing.

"Drink up. There is plenty where that came from." He always made sure to have a generous supply and since his current crew were below drinking age, there was even more him.

Noticing the rubbing of his wrists, he took a long drink before nodding to them. "So how did you get them?"

Rum. Blessed, blessed rum. Getting drunk was hardly the answer, the Knave knew, but he didn't care right now. It wasn't as if he was going anywhere and he really wanted to something to drown out everything in his head.

He opened the bottle and took a long drink, waiting for the buzz to hit him. All he got was a pleasant sort of feeling, almost like a tickle. He took another gulp but there was nothing. No buzz, no feeling of tipsiness or giddiness - just a slight tickling sensation.

"Oh, bloody hell!" he wailed. "It's not bad enough that I'm a genie but now I can't even get drunk? You have got to be kidding me."

He gave the bottle a last longing look then slid it over to the pirate. There was no sense in drinking the rum if he couldn't even enjoy it.

"That's a long story. Let's just say be careful what you wish for and leave it at that."

Hook knew it wasn't polite or even fair, but he couldn't help laughing at Will's outburst, but then he was a pirate and never claimed to be either. Still, apart of him still felt for the new genie. If there was ever a situation that warranted a drink, this was it and being unable to have that relief was cruel.

Of course, come to think of it, the idea of a drunk genie was a bit terrifying so perhaps it was for the best.

"My deepest apologies mate." He said as re-stoppered Will's bottle and placed it aside before drinking again from his. "Must have been a hell of a wish."

Edited (That's what I get for tagging on the plane) 2013-12-29 02:05 (UTC)

The Knave hadn't thought it was anything particularly earth shattering at the time though in all fairness, he had been rather distracted with his impending death (and Anna though he was damned if he was going to think about her now). In hindsight, it made all the sense in the world considering wish logic.

"I didn't think so at the time so that's something else you better remember," he said. "It might seem like no big thing, what you wish for, but there'll be a consequence and you had better well be bloody prepared for it.'

"Magic always has consequences." His mood sobered drastically as his thoughts went to his brother and the condition of the magic that had killed him. It was why, while he took advantage of other who could use magic, refused to use it himself unless necessary. He'd had enough consequences.

"Trust me...you won't have to remind me of that." He said darkly before he took a long drink of rum.

There was a story there, that much was certain. It didn't seem like Hook wanted to talk about it, though, and that was more than fine with the Knave. If the pirate knew enough to be careful then this wouldn't go too badly.

Theoretically, anyway.

"Well, good. Long as that's clear, then."

"Very bloody clear."

Hook closed his eyes, took a deep breath and when he opened them, had a much more relaxed expression. No point in making Will's day any worse then it already was with a pirate captain in a bad mood.

"Where are my manners? The rum won't satisfy but would you like sometime else? I have water and something called cola that the crew is fond of." So fond that he'd had to lock it in his cabin to stop them stealing it out of the mess.

"Coke? You have coke here?" The Knave straightened up in his chair. It wasn't rum or any kind of alcohol, really, but he'd take it.

Though if they had coke, that meant they weren't anywhere near Wonderland. "Wait, just where the bloody hell am I?"

Chuckling lightly, Hook stood up and moved over to a cooler that was magicked to stay cool. He reached in and grabbed a can, tossing it to the genie as he stood back up, then returned to his rum.

"We're docked outside Storybrooke, mate."

Storybrooke. Of course it would have to be Storybrooke and he still had Granny's keys in his pocket, didn't he? At least she couldn't get at him here. He didn't think so, at any rate.

The more he thought about it, though, the more he realized that this was the palce place he could at the moment. Assuming Jafar still wanted a genie, he'd have to track him down and even if he did find out where he was, he'd have to deal with the Dark One and the Evil Queen.

Right now, he wasn't going to think about any of that. He was just going to open his coke, suck it down like there was no tomorrow and just... wait to see what his new master (and how he hated that word) wanted next.

Hook watched the genie suck down the soda with a considering look as he sipped his rum. He only wanted the answer to a question.

"You've clearly heard of Storybrooke then." The non reaction was as much an answer as anything but it didn't hurt to be sure.

"I was there for awhile, yeah," the Knave answered. Something occurred to him and he dug into his pockets and yep - still there. Maybe it was a good thing he was a genie and subject to Hook's whims - Granny couldn't get at him from here. He hoped, anyway.

"Interesting town."

"The question is, how did you escape it?" It wasn't exactly a town that one could leave easily, unless they had a magic pirate ship of course. "Not to mention that there is only genie that I've heard of in Storybrooke and his name is Glass. Not Will."

"Yeah well, I weren't a genie then," the Knave sighed. "I was just sitting there, minding me own business when the White Rabbit showed up. He said a friend needed help and talked me into coming with him. He creates portals, don't ask me how and we jumped in."

"Right, of course, this is your first day." Hook said, not even bothering to hide his sarcasm as he grinned into his rum. "Must have been some friend if the end result was this." Hook didn't know of anyone he'd make that kind of sacrifice for.

"Yeah, she is," the Knave answered. Alice was, well, a lot of things but she had gotten him his heart back and he was grateful to her for that, even if he hadn't gone so far as it put it back in.

"A she. Well, that explains it." A small smirk tilted the corner of Hook's lips. Love made people do stupid things, he'd be the first to admit it.

"It ain't like that," the Knave said, guessing that Hook thought he and Alice had that kind of relationship. "She helped me out once and I owed her, that's all."

"Still a she. It's amazing what we do for the fairer sex, even if ain't like that." While he would never admit it, Hook was just as susceptible as any man. "Was she the genie you replaced?"

The Knave just smiled wryly. That was true, all right, much more than he wanted to admit. He'd been perfectly happy sitting on his arse in Storybrooke, watching telly and occasionally lifting things from people. If Alice hadn't needed him, he'd be there still.

"It's a funny story, that. It was her genie," he answered. He wasn't exactly keen on giving Hook the gory details but he couldn't not answer, either. "Long story short, a wish made us change places."

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