‘Ya could also hitch a ride on a fairy. Or, maybe wait ‘til the ‘ol Roger actually gets ‘ta movin’ ‘gain. ‘o knows when that’d be, though, seeing how the capt’ hasn’t left ‘er quarters. I beg ‘yer pardon? Forget me already, ‘lil blondie? I see how ‘tis. Two can play this game. — What is this dreadful creature before me? Oh, my Hook.. Could it really be? Is it the rare, majestic Wendy-bird? No.. Impossible. Not nearly pretty ‘nough. Maybe it’s one of ‘er kin? Speak now ‘o else I’ll throw ‘ya to Mr. Green.
Those darned fairies. The ones that would be willing either hate me or don't care enough to move, and the others have to ask some kinda leader first, which never ends the way I want it to, therefore well. Hm. D'you think Artemis would? I could mop decks, or something. Find a way to pay you all back. Though, of course, I don't know who you are. You can't forget someone you don't know, y'know. Not a Wendy-bird! Similar. An offspring. A hybrid, even. The real question is, though, what are you? Are you bird, yourself? Never heard of a talking bird. An alien, creature from outer space? Hm. Hmm. Hmmm.
