“He probably hadn’t meant for anyone to find it, but he had left it exposed in the middle of the table, practically begging to be found. There’s standard fare, captain’s logs, temperature and visibility and any number of nautical details that she couldn’t make heads or tails of. But there were also sketches, some spanning the length of two pages, others sequestered away in the corners of a single page; small and insignificant. Some completed, others not. Half of a face, a clenched fist. The shape of a whale or shark fin, breaching a tempestuous wave.
Who would have thought? Captain Hook is a tortured artist.”
Merry Christmas, Alana! I’m your Hub Secret Santa! It’s been an absolute pleasure getting to know you over the past year, being pod buddies, and overall just being your good pal. ♥ I’m thankful for a friend like you! Here’s to another year of finding plot holes and sobbing about fictional characters.
It All Starts With a Dance 