[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
Hook had plans. Oh did he have plans. None of this 'tell me what you learned' nonsense. No, his students would have to do something for his final.

Obstacle course! )

He waited for a volunteer. This would be a good day.

[ooc: Open and ready for victims! I mean, erm, students.]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
Class in the Danger Shop? Check.
Simulation of a pirate vessel? Check.
Captain Hook wearing a new, purple coat with an even more ridiculous captain's hat? Check and check.

Walking the plank! )

And so the class began.

[ooc: OCD up and ready for play!]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
Class met this week in the Danger Shop, on the usual simulated pirate ship.

At the start of class, there was seemingly no teacher.

Instead, a table with a cake. A cake with green icing, cut into generous slices on individual plates, enough for every student.

There was a note by said table, declaring that as an apology for the lack of class last week, there was delicious and moist cake for everyone.

But still no teacher to be seen...

[ooc: Wait for OCD, please! Open class!]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
As was usual, the class met in the Danger Shop, on a simulation of a pirate ship.

Today there was another ship, pressed up next to the pirate vessel. The boarding planks were out, and the vessel the students were on was primed to storm its new, trapped neighbor.

For he is a Pirate King! )

[ooc: Plz wait for OCD! Oooopen!]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
Hook had a grin on his face as the students assembled in the danger shop, in the normal simulated pirate ship setting.

Read more... )

[ooc: OCD first, plz Up and running! Procedure for fire lifted almost word-for-word from Wiki.]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
Captain Hook's class met in the Danger Shop, though the setting was quite different this week. Instead of a ship, they were on a sandy beach, with beautiful crystal blue water lapping at the shore. The sand was fine and white, and inwards of shore was a tropical forest, filled with fauna and animal noises that made it sound like a veritable zoo.

Arrr, what be happening today? )

Hook didn't think of himself as evil, no. He was just... ethically challenged. And by George he'd enjoy the mayhem he subjected his students to this week.

[ooc: Open for business/class!]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
Hook was there before the class today, smirk on his face and a sword in his hand. Class had returned to the danger shop and to the familiar simulated sea vessel surroundings. Today, the props included a large white board, which looked a little out of place in the old timey sea vessel setting. There was also, for once, wooden chairs for the students to sit in while Hook lectured.

An oddly morbid subject )

Class was in session. With yummy sea food.

[ooc: Plz wait for OCD. Open for class! Also, Hook's views on sea creatures are not my own.]
[identity profile] capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com
When the students followed the treasure map (naturally) from the school to its ending point at the dock, they would find a pirate waiting for them as usual.

What wasn't usual was who the pirate was. "Ahoy, mateys!" Jack called from the rigging of the ship warning for random music on the page.... "This is the USS Constellation! She's a beauty, aye? I borrowed her for the day."

If by "borrow" you mean "stole from Baltimore Harbor with a note left behind that said Using for class. Bring it back later. Captain Hook." Jack was so helpful.

"I have but a vague idea of what ye have been learning in a class on how t' be proper sea dogs, so today I will teach you what I feel to be the most effective way t' spend time on a ship that doesn't involve drinking rum. Don't look so disappointed."

He swung down from the rigging. "Everyone grab a rope and get ready to make sail. And sing after me: What do you do with a drunken sailor---"

It was going to be a strange hour, me hearties.
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
"We're taking a slight change in lesson plans today," Hook addressed the class as they all filed into the Danger Shop. He pointed to a barrel filled with foam-bladed cutlasses.

"We're covering the art of sword-fighting insults today. The ability to get your opponent off his guard with a well timed insult or a particularly clever comeback is essential to winning many a duel. And duels are far more common at sea than you'd expect."

He grinned from ear to ear. "For instance, if you were to tell your opponent 'You fight with all the skill of a dairy farmer', the proper comeback would be to declare 'How appropriate, you fight like a cow!'"

Hook laughed heartily, always a fan of a good jibe.

"You'll find posted on the mast a few helpful lists of various classic insults and comebacks. I want you to pair up and then practice your battling wits. If anyone pairs up with Zack or Jason, do play nicely as you'll be fighting unarmed men."

He was pretty much asking to get slapped with a fish again, really.

"There you go, chop chop, grab a foam sword as a prop if you like. And if you experiment with your own insults, please keep it somewhat clean. Good form is important, even in insults. That's good boys and girls."

[ooc: OCD first, plz Open class!]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
Today's class met again on Hook's special simulated ship in the Danger Shop.

Boo Box! )

He'd have clapped to get them to go, but obviously he could not.

[ooc: OCD first, plz Class is up and ready to go!]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
Today would not be a fun day in Hook's class. The class gathered in the Danger Shop as usual, where the ship looked not as clean as normal. In fact, the deck was filthy with stains of various colors, dirt and salt residue and things you probably didn't want to imagine.

The environment was also quite warm, with a simulated sun beating down upon the ship.

There were mops and buckets. One for every student in the class.

Hook stood in front of the Captain's cabin door, and gestured with his hook once the class was gathered.

"Life at sea is hard. Today, under the hot sun, you will all roll up your sleeves and swab the deck until it is spotless. This is again what we call an object lesson. You will learn the hardship of the sea first hand. And for refreshment, there is a barrel."

Hook gestured over at the barrel with his hook. "It is filled with biscuits called hardtack. They are nutritious, but I sadly will admit they are far from delicous, far from delicious indeed. You are alotted one biscuit for the class, and you must continue to swab until either the deck is clean or we are out of time."

He laughed. "If you manage to clean the whole deck, there will cake as a reward. Sadly, that is not part of the object lesson. It is merely extra motivation for you good students."

He patted the railing near him, since he couldn't clap. "Well, that's it, chop to it, there we go, there we go."

He eyed Jason and Zack for a moment, as if daring them to think of a way to mutiny this week.

[ooc: OCD first, plz Up and ready to go!]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
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.

[ooc: OCD first, plz. Up and ready to go!]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
Hook's time spent reading the Danger Shop instructions had paid off. Today's class met inside that wonderous room of programmable places, where Hook had created a simple replica of a three masted vessel.

He had a series of handouts for the students, showing illustrations of various knots.

"Today we're going over that staple of seamanship," Hook declared, after the handouts were passed among the students. "Knots. Rope is very important, very important indeed for the average ship. And before we can go into things such as rigging and nets and so forth, you need to learn the basic knots. For practice today, and for a bit of fun, we're going to split into pairs. You'll practice tying your partner to something on the ship. A mast, the wheel, the anchor, something. The idea is to use a knot that you think will hold them tightly. The partner then, of course, is to try and break free. If your partner fails to break free, then bravo. Midway through the time of the class, please untie your partner if they've not already obtained their freedom, then switch places as to who is being tied to what."

Hook chuckled. "And no, no one is allowed to tie me to anything."

He snapped his fingers. "Chop chop, get to it, that's a good crew. It's all very self explanatory. Yo ho and all that."

[ooc: OCD first, plz Up and ready to go!]
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
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.

Arrrrrr Matey )

"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 first, please is up, have at it, ya landlubbers!]

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