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Log; Smee's entrance

When; The day of the new arrivals
Rating; Shouldn't be higher than PG-13.
Characters; Smee and Captain and Crew of the Jolly Roger
Summary; Smee appears looking quite a bit younger than he was, offering a bit of a surprise.
Log;

He was old by now. At the ripe age of 95, Bartholemew Quigley Smeethington, known to most as just "Smee", was definately beginning to feel his age. Neverland or not, he was getting old. He was having more trouble moving around the ship, as well as he was beginning to forget things at times...there were moments when he couldn't remember what rope to secure or what side of the ship starboard was. It became more and more disturbing as time went on, especially after Captain Hook had been eaten by the Crocodile.

From his position on one of the ropeladders, he looked out across the sea with a sigh before he turned his attention back to the task at hand, which was to secure the mast. Now, what rope was he supposed to pull again? Dammit, he had done this a million and a half times, why couldn't he remember?!

Smee let out a low growl of frustration under his breath, and reached for one of the ropes. Of course, it would be right at that time that his body would choose to have him loose his balance. He only had time to suck in a gasp of surprise before he toppled, hand attempting to grasp onto a free rope to save himself, but to no avail. He fell backwards, brown eyes wide as he toppled off the ropeladder and into the water with a splash.

He felt the water engulf him, the force of his fall pushing him downwards. He felt disoriented and dazed for a moment, before he righted himself, kicking up towards the surface. He opened his eyes as his lungs began to burn horribly, and the water seemed to rush by at an alarming rate...he almost felt as if he were changing. But as it was, it was the least of his concerns, as right now, he felt as if his lungs were on fire.

Almost...almost...

His head broke the surface of the water with a gasp, and he sucked in a large, lungful of air. He coughed a couple of times, choking out a bit of water and spitting it away. Only then, when he began to tread water, did he look around. He glanced down at himself once, eyes widening as he realized that...well...he looked different! Not so much of a pot belly any more and somehow the wrinkles had disappeared. He lifted a hand to the top of his head, and, to his shock, found a full head of hair! What in the hell was going on?

Smee looked around, noticing that he was still in the middle of an ocean, as was to be expected...but where was the ship? He turned a little in the water and...aha! There it was! But...what? It was the Jolly Roger! Smee’s eyebrows raised and he moved closer to the ship.

“Ahoy! Is anyone up there?!” he shouted, attempting not to drown at the same time. However, thanks to legs that felt stronger than they had in many, many years, he succeeded in this venue.

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"Man overboard!" A voice caroled from the rigging, and even in his cabin, Jas. Hook could hear the sing-song echo that followed as the message was passed and his eclectic crew set to motion. He didn't bother rising from his place at his desk, however. If some idiot had flipped off the ship while playing in the yardarms-- which had happened twice already-- then it was no concern of his. As long as they didn't break anything, he was content.

Out on the deck, however, the crew all but danced to Smee's rescue, heaving him up by a rope thrown over the side of the ship. When they hoisted him up, a slender arm snapped out, grip firm on Smee's wrist to help steady him to the planks. And if Smee hadn't realized something was off before-- just from his own appearance-- it had to be obvious now.

The individual who aided him appeared to be female, but it was almost difficult to tell. She had long hair twisted and knotted, held with multicoloured ribbons, and the outfit she wore was nothing like a pirate's. Instead, it was fitted like a jumpsuit and checkered like a board game. The sleeves and collar were ruffled, and fanning from her hips was a gossamer skirt that looked like stars caught in fabric. When she smiled, it was impish, and coupled with the elaborate make-up spiking from her eyes, her entire appearance became that much more alarming. In fact, she looked more like she belonged in a circus then anywhere else.

"He-lo," She sang, blinking long eyelashes, still smiling like a loon, "And you are~?"

Smee had stumbled a bit when he landed on the deck, but he was quickly anchored and very thankful for it. That is, until he saw exactly who it was that had anchored him. He squeaked, jumping slightly.

"Um, er, well, you see, I'm uh--!"

If anything, he was a little tonguetied.

"I'm rather lost, actually!" he finally squeaked, completely confused and not really likeing it. He reached up to push his glasses onto his face in a nervous habit long developed, but soon found that he had none to push up. Oh, dear, where were those things? He couldn't see--

Smee blinked, for a moment. Wait...he could see! He could see without his glasses! He hadn't been able to do that in...well, in at least thirty years!

"Lost~?" She hummed, mouth pulling into a quaint little moue, one finger lifting to tap at her chin. A second later the smile was back, though. "Everyone is lost in this place. Yes, yes, the City brings foreign shores, hm? Bu-ut, you cannot be truly lost if you know where you are, and where you are is the Captain's ship."

She clapped her hands together, delighted, "Of course he does not take well to stowaways so I hear, so perhaps you should meet him? Yes? Yes?"

"Um, uh, well, um--!" was about the sum of what Smee was able to get out. "I-I suppose I sh-sh-should int-t-t-t-troduce m-m-myself, just so I don't seem too imp-p-p-posing, I think...oh d-d-d-d-dear."

Well, it appeared that not only his vision had returned, but his stutter had as well. Not only that, it was twice as worse as he remembered. Lovely.

The woman whistled and the crew flew into action, swinging and flying and calling to each other until someone landed near the captain's cabin and caroled out to the man who had since remained hidden.

Although, it was much to Hook's chagrin, and with a roll of his eyes he heaved a sigh. His current crew hadn't been with him long, but even they knew better then to disturb him unless the need was pressing. And given the events of the passed few days, James was more then happy for some relaxation. Therefore, being hailed from his cabin for some wayward sailor annoyed him more then it might have before.

Setting down his quill, he pushed up from his seat and marched regally out onto the deck, frowning, one hand on his hip. "What is all of this noise?"

"I'm s-s-s-sorry c-c-captain, I--"

The words died in Smee's mouth, his jaw dropping as he realized just who he was talking to.

"Jas?!" he exclaimed in surprise, before he could stop himself.

Forget-me-nots narrowed down at the man dripping sea water onto the deck, suspicion climbing up his spine. He had never seen this individual in his life (although the comical look on his face was strangely familiar), and even for as infamous as he was, James still had to introduce himself to everyone in the City. The fact that this person seemed to know him well enough to shout his first name in such a manner was enough to set him on edge.

"Captain Jas, thank you," He corrected icily. Around him the crew tittered.

For once, it seemed, Captain Hook's anger didn't seem to register as he was still shocked to the core. It had been several years since Hook had been swallowed up by the crocodile, and there wasn't a day that had gone by that Smee hadn't lamented it.

"G-G-Good l-l-l-lord...is it r-r-r-r-really you?" The poor man looked absolutely floored.

James blinked. Twice. Then stared. Then blinked again. Then, flaring up, much like a wolf lifting its hackles as if offended, he said: "Well who the bloody hell else would I be?"

The pirate crossed his left arm over his chest, right elbow propped atop his wrist, leaving the hook to linger in the air near his face. It was a subtly aggressive gesture, done to bring attention to the deadly claw of his right hand, and one Smee had seen countless times before.

"And who are you to speak to Hook in such a manner?" Where the frigidness had briefly vanished, it returned full force.

"Bloody h-hell!" Smee exclaimed. "Jas, it's m-m-me! Smee!"

He blinked, glancing down at himself. "W-well, I sup-p-p-pose that I d-don't look t-too much the s-same...although I d-d-don't quite kn-know what I l-l-look like right n-now!"

However, a grin spread across his face. "LORD! It's so g-g-g-good to s-see you!"

Utter confusion crept into Hook's face, and he gave the man a strange look, as though the words he were speaking were complete nonsense. But then he actually looked, and slowly his expression melted into amazement.

His arms unfolded, and still looking bewildered, he descended the stairs, pushing aside crew members to stand directly in front of Smee. There he canted his head, hunched his shoulders a little, and peered right at the shorter pirate.

"...Split my infinitives," He muttered, forget-me-nots widening. "It is you."

"Of c-c-course it's me!" he exclaimed. He blinked. "Wh-where have you b-b-been?!" he then stated, still looking rather shellshocked. "I m-m-mean you were....weren't you? I'm....oh bother, I'm all c-c-c-confused!"

"Yes, I was," He replied, knowing the question despite the fact that Smee hadn't actually articulated anything that made sense. And though he still looked confused, something like delight had curled in the corner of his mouth.

"I think the better question is what are you doing here? And... looking as you do?" He couldn't stop the smirk from spreading. The man looked at least as young as the day Jas. had first met him all those years ago. And Hades, how long ago was that? No wonder he hadn't recognized his First Mate.

Smee blinked.

"I...have no idea!" he stated, truthfully. "I was working in the rigging and I fell off and into the water, and when I came up, I was here and looked like this! And as for...well..." Smee motioned to his current state. "I have no idea."

He wrinkled his nose after a moment, as if something had occured to him. "Where is here, exactly?"

Hook inclined his head, regarding his Smee a moment. Then he gave a genuine smile, rough and pleased.

"This place is called the City, mate, and if you think you are confused now, wait until I explain some of it to you," As he spoke, James stepped up next to his first mate, draping his hook arm around the man's shoulders. He snapped his fingers to the crew, most of whom had taken to standing and staring curiously, and they sprang away. Then, smirking, he lead Smee back towards his cabin.

"We are on an entirely new adventure now, Mister Smee."

Smee smiled back as Hook flashed a genuine smile of his own, and he easily moved along with the taller pirate's gait, falling back into old habits with a comfortable ease. The hook being draped around his shoulders didn't bother him as it would a normal person.

"A new adventure, Jas? Well, alright." He chuckled, with a smile. "I suppose we were overdue for a new one."

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