When the captain emerges from his cabin, he figurestoday will be his day, as much his as the hook on his stump or his right to melon-sweet revenge, but by noon, he’s still on the main deck, feeling like a wooden puppet with strings attached to his arms and legs, waiting for a jerk. He stares at the never-changing shores and thinks about Monday morning and his dream. Mama Hook was breastfeeding him. Her warmth lingered when he woke and stayed with him as he plucked his smallclothes from the washing line, even when Smee gave him his daily shave.But…
Author: Sander van Hamburg
Sander van Hamburg
Sander is a Dutchman who writes comedy, stalks deer in the forests near his home in Utrecht and pursues a career he's totally on the brink of defining.