“Some day,' said Smee, 'the clock will run down, and then he'll get you.'Hook wetted his dry lips, 'Aye,' he said, 'that's the fear that haunts me.”

“Smee, you are a supreme idjit.""Aye, Cap'n.”

“Conall,” “Aye, Alexia?” He looked up at her. Was that fear in his caramel eyes? “I am going to take advantage of you,” she said”

“It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right."Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you haunt me forever."Matthew sat on the floor and reached for her cold hands. "Would a ghost use the door?" he asked gently, bringing her fingers to his scratched, battered face.”

“You so f*ckin pretty, you got that?” The hand moved lower. “So pretty everywhere.”She swallowed. Her mouth had gone so dry it was hard to talk. “To you, maybe.”“Aye.” His lips moved further up her neck until he pulled away enough for their eyes to meet. “Aye, to me.”

“Badgers swarm out of the sand;Talk and walk, don't run or stand.Pritaries bite and bite again;Kick and shout and run like wind."Payne checked the small clock again. "Aye," he cut in. "Black Wolf never did get that last verse right. What she should have said was, 'Pritaries like to bite your ass; best to run away real fast.”