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[heartlessknave]

As far as backwater villages go, this one wasn't quite a wretched hive of scum and villainy but it was close. This was actually a good thing as the odds of finding a way to get to Storybrooke was much better here than in some nice friendly village.

Of course, the odds of getting into a fight were also a lot higher but the Knave reasoned that there was a price for everything, wasn't there? Besides, he could handle himself - and so could Cyrus for that matter.

After asking around, he had finally gotten directed to a tavern that managed to look more disreputable then all of the other buildings combined. There was supposedly a pirate there who knew how to pass through realms. Whether it was true or not, the Knave didn't know but right now, this was their best option.

"That must be him," he murmured to Cyrus, gesturing to the rather handsome man in the back. He could understand now why the dairy maid had giggled and blushed when telling him. "You stay here and I'll deal with him, okay?"

With that, he squared his shoulders and walked through the room, ignoring the speculative looks and catcalls from the bar maids until he reached his destination.

"Don't suppose I could buy you a drink, mate?"

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[itsapirateslife]

The maids were talkative tonight and Hook already knew about the young man looking for him. It had to be him after all, since no other pirate, much less one in this hole of a tavern, would know how to cross worlds, much less to Storybrooke. A name he was honestly surprised to hear in Wonderland of all places, but then the Hatter and Cora had spent time here, hadn't they?

Not that he would do anything about the inquiry until the man was bold enough to approach him. Approaching a pirate of his reputation to ask for something spoke a lot for a person.

Hook saw the young man finally approach, after leaving a finely dressed, handsome man by the door. He either had an overabundance of confidence or stupidity, bringing such a fine morsel into a place like this and leaving him to fend for himself. Hook looked over to one of his crew at a nearby table and nodded to the left behind young man. The crewman nodded back and with a laughing distraction, moved himself so he could watch over the morsel.

The other pirates drinking with Hook looked up but he kept his gaze just below. He lifted his hook and dropped it pointedly on the table before looking up lazily. "Depends on what we're drinking to, doesn't it mate?"