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four - there are giants in the sky
ophelia and hook finally reached the top of the beanstalk, only to be met with a desolate ruin. the blonde glanced around, frowning, it seemed so underwhelming compared to the stories she'd been told as a child. and depressing. very depressing.
"what happened here?" she questioned.
"it's where the final battle was," he explained. she nodded, her eyes falling on the oversized building, she assumed it was a castle. it was still intact for the most part. "give me your hand."
"what?"
"your hand, it's cut. let me help you," he explained
"no, no. it's fine," she dismissed.
"no, it's not." he grabbed her arm, pulling her closer.
she raised a brow, "so, now you're going to be a gentleman?"
he leant closer to her, voice barely above a whisper, "giants can smell blood. and i'm always a gentleman."
"you don't seem to understand personal space," she blurted, only to shout in pain as he poured something over her cut.
"what the hell is that?" she yelled, shaking her hand as if it would shake the pain out of it.
"it's rum. a bloody waste of it," he informed.
"you're telling me, i could have used some of that to make you more tolerable," she muttered. "besides, you're meant to use white spirits to clean wounds."
"it's white rum," he corrected. "and i'm slightly offended, sweetheart. i'm a delight and i know what i'm doing." he took off his scarf and began wrapping it around her hand. "now, here's the plan, we wait for the giant to fall asleep. and when he does, we'll sneak past him into his cave. it's where the treasures are, where the compass lies," he explained. he took one end of the scarf in his mouth, pulling the knot tighter.
she kept eye contact with him, hating the way her stomach fluttered. god, she needed to get laid and not by him.
"and then?"
"and then we run like hell," he finished, holding her hand injured hand still.
"i don't have time to wait for a giant to fall asleep. the powder mulan gave us, we need to use it. we got to knock him out," she suggested.
"well, that's riskier," hook warned.
"than waiting for a giant to fall asleep when we need him to?" she challenged.
"point taken. you're a tough lass. you'd make a hell of a pirate," he complimented, handing her the powder from his bag. she took it, noticing the large tattoo across his arm.
"who's milah on the tattoo?" she asked.
"someone from long ago," he answered.
ophelia noticed how his mood significantly dropped. she watched him carefully, "where is she?"
