fandomhigh | Being a Proper Sea Dog, Friday, Period 3 [Session 3]

Today's class again met in the Danger Shop, and again Hook had programmed a three masted vessel for the activity of the day.

"There we are, there we are. Everyone here and ready?" Hook said, after the class had gathered. "Jolly good job with the rope work last week. Jolly good. You all got up and went straight into things, and for that I applaud you, at least figuratively."

He paced back and forth on the deck a bit, as he spoke.

"As for today, the activity on the syllabus is an exercise in following orders. Which is simple. On the sea, there are instances where you'll have to put your own mind aside and follow orders so that you and the rest of the crew survive. Originally I had something rather harsh planned for today, but given recent events I've decided that would be bad form. Instead, I'm going to test your limits."

He opened a large chest on the deck of the ship, which contained several frilly pink dresses (including one frog-sized). He also gestured to a barrel which was full of dead, whole fish (and one sardine).

"Everyone is to pull on a dress, grab a fish, and slap another student across the face with it. Not hard, mind you, I don't want any permanent damage. A slap, not a wallop. If you find that too difficult, I can provide other orders, if you really feel you can't follow them."

He snapped his fingers. "Chop chop, get to it. This is an object lesson. Don't object to it unless you're ready to present a very good case for why you should mutiny."

And perhaps that was part of the object lesson as well.

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Zack had gotten as far as the dress. He had! It had been... Weird, putting it on. And he looked kind of terrible in it, to be frank.

But upon realizing that he was going to have to smack Jason in the face with a fish, a different plan had formulated, and now he was walking up to Hook, a sardine in one hand, and looking maybe slightly apologetic.

But only slightly. He was standing there in a dress, after all.

"Uh, Professor Hook? I really don't think that I can smack Jason in the face with a fish."

Hook turned and twisted the end of his mustached in between his fingers.

"Does he keep moving out of the way?" he asked, amusing himself.

Zack allowed a little smile, indulging Hook's sense of humor for a moment.

"Trust me, that really wouldn't be much of a problem," he replied, shrugging. "It's more an honor-among-peers thing. I mean, how would you like it if I just walked up to you and casually slapped you across the face with a fish?"

... Just like he was about to attempt right now, like so, actually.

At least it was the sardine? Zack could probably kill somebody with one of the larger ones.

Hook raised his hook with malicious intent, the sardine having hit its mark.

He caught himself, however, and the arm lowered very deliberately to point right at Zack.

"Bad form, Zack. Very bad form," he said, his anger keeping to a low seethe. "I expected many different reactions, boy. I didn't expect anyone to be as stupid as to strike me. Perhaps some time in detention will give you a chance to consider the proper ways to question a teacher, let alone a captain."

Hey, Zack had been given detention before! He'd had to clean alligator guts off of things. No big deal.

"With all due respect," Zack said, even if it probably didn't mean all that much after he'd sardined the teacher, "getting us to hit one another wasn't exactly in great form, either."

A pause, and then a shrug as he held out the battered little fish towards Hook.

"But that? Was totally worth detention."

Ooooh yes.

"Today I sorted the followers from the thinkers from the fools," Hook said. "Some objected to the lesson, which was the entire point. But you, no, you decided that you would crow your way over and strike a teacher."

He polished the tip of his hook with a pair of gloved fingers. "So I doubt you know what due respect actually is, boy."

As entertaining as it had been to watch Zack hit their teacher, Jason knew he couldn't let him get detention alone. "Uh, sir?" he said to Hook. "You shouldn't just get mad at Zack. It was my idea too." At least they had respect for each other? Maybe that would count for something.

"Good form on the confession," Hook said. "But conspiring against a teacher does get you detention, Mr. Todd. I do hope you share Mr. Fair's delusion that this was 'worth it'."

Jason tried not to laugh, but he couldn't keep all of his snickering in. "It really was. I'm sorry."

Zack shot Jason a small, apologetic smile.

"You totally didn't have to do that, man. It's not your fault he can't handle a little sardine."

... A little sardine wielded by a DNA-enhanced top-ranking super soldier, granted.

"Nah, I would have felt guilty letting you get detention by yourself," Jason said. "That was an awesome hit, by the way."

Zack did laugh, at that.

"You think so? I'm kind of surprised that it was so easy, honestly. I don't usually go around smacking people with teeny little fish-things." There was a pause, and then he wrinkled his nose. "I guess, since we're in trouble anyhow, it's probably okay to get out of these dresses, huh?"

"Oh, god yes," Jason said. "I didn't think I'd miss pants so much. Who knew?"

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