Snippet #2119122

James stood, silent and still as he gazed at the sun set. The hues of red, yellow, and orange all seemed to seep in with one another until one color had turned to the next. A small smile was perched on his face as he watched the sun. He felt oddly sober, yet he felt as if he was moving on a ship. As he examined his surroundings, he noticed he was indeed on a ship. There was no one around for him to asked questions to but there was this faint ticking in the distance. The ticking started to get louder and was now coming from one side instead of just being everywhere. He moved to the side of the ship and was horrified at the site. Looking up at him was a very large crocodile, who held a clock in his hand.


James Hook opened his eyes and gasped, his body automatically jumping up to a sitting position as he woke up. He looked all around him. He soon realized he had fallen asleep on the beach. "Ah, thank god...." He mumbled before noticing the bottle in his hand. Suddenly he felt a little more optimistic about the morning, however that soon faded when he noticed the bottle was empty. Taking a deep breath, he stood up, leaving the bottle on in the sand. "Well, time to find out what the hell happened last night." He announced to himself, which was a very regular thing for him.