“You lay one finger on my rock,” I tell her, “and I’ll devour you whole.” “Is that some kind of sexual innuendo?” The Captain brings his hook up and sets it on the table. The metal clangs loudly against the wood. The girl glances at it before looking up at the Captain’s face, asking a question that I think she already knows the answer to. “If you’d like my advice, young lady, I wouldn’t tempt him,” he says.
