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fandomhigh2011-01-06 11:09 pm
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Being a Proper Sea Dog, Friday, Period 3
Today's class met in a proper classroom, as Hook had not yet been introduced to the amazing world of the Danger Shop. His normal hook traded out for a rod which held a piece of chalk, he wrote his name on the blackboard as the students filtered in and sat at their desks. He also drew a little detailed picture of a large twin masted ship.
"Let's get this out of the way," Hook said, unscrewing the chalk-implement and attaching his standard steel hook in its place. "I am Captain James Hook. Terror of Neverland, nemesis of Peter Pan, and killer of tick-tick-ticking crocodiles. The Captain Hook. And before you label me a monster, I would like you to know that Peter Pan was far more of a vile bastard than I ever could dream of being."
He looked across at the classroom and said simply. "So, any questions right now, might as well get them over with."
After any questions, Hook gestured at the drawing on the board.
"You're here because you wanted to learn how to be a sea dog. I'll tell you right now, we're not going to be playing very nice. The best way to survive at sea is by being the largest, toughest shark in the water, as it were. We'll be going over all sorts of various skills you will need, and I can tell you right now it won't all be pretty. I do see we have members of what is erroneously called the fairer sex, and I want you both to know that I will not be treating you any differently for any of these activities. You are all going to be equal members of the crew. And any of you fine lads try to treat them as unable to do the classwork, and you'll find yourselves learning the disciplinary action part of the course early."
He did, however, cast a glance in the amphibious student's direction, and simply decided not to even say anything. After all, what could be said?
"But now that I've said that, it's time for the introductions. I want everyone to give their name, their class, the reason they're taking the course, any sea experience, and, oh why not, your happy thought. Whatever causes your soul to take wings of happiness, as it were."
After the introductions, Hook passed out copies of the syllabus.
"There's a brief idea of what we'll be covering. I assure you, I have the greatest of knowledge when it comes to all matters covered, and a formal education at Eaton as well as my years at sea. You are in the best of... hand with me."
He laughed, a little longer than normal people would laugh.
"Any questions?"
[ooc: OCDfirst, please is up, have at it, ya landlubbers!]
"Let's get this out of the way," Hook said, unscrewing the chalk-implement and attaching his standard steel hook in its place. "I am Captain James Hook. Terror of Neverland, nemesis of Peter Pan, and killer of tick-tick-ticking crocodiles. The Captain Hook. And before you label me a monster, I would like you to know that Peter Pan was far more of a vile bastard than I ever could dream of being."
He looked across at the classroom and said simply. "So, any questions right now, might as well get them over with."
After any questions, Hook gestured at the drawing on the board.
"You're here because you wanted to learn how to be a sea dog. I'll tell you right now, we're not going to be playing very nice. The best way to survive at sea is by being the largest, toughest shark in the water, as it were. We'll be going over all sorts of various skills you will need, and I can tell you right now it won't all be pretty. I do see we have members of what is erroneously called the fairer sex, and I want you both to know that I will not be treating you any differently for any of these activities. You are all going to be equal members of the crew. And any of you fine lads try to treat them as unable to do the classwork, and you'll find yourselves learning the disciplinary action part of the course early."
He did, however, cast a glance in the amphibious student's direction, and simply decided not to even say anything. After all, what could be said?
"But now that I've said that, it's time for the introductions. I want everyone to give their name, their class, the reason they're taking the course, any sea experience, and, oh why not, your happy thought. Whatever causes your soul to take wings of happiness, as it were."
After the introductions, Hook passed out copies of the syllabus.
"There's a brief idea of what we'll be covering. I assure you, I have the greatest of knowledge when it comes to all matters covered, and a formal education at Eaton as well as my years at sea. You are in the best of... hand with me."
He laughed, a little longer than normal people would laugh.
"Any questions?"
[ooc: OCD
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