Telling Hook about Humperdinck had been easy. After all, the memories of that time were always lurking, lingering in the corners of Inigo's mind to return at any given moment, and they'd only been given additional power by the odd sense of recurring events that had filled the past few hours, a sense that still hadn't faded. Sharing each little detail, each event had been so simple, in fact, that it couldn't distract him from his own curiosity.

Hook was, to put it simply, an enigma. Inigo could name a few (but only a few) surface-level observations - beyond his mere physical looks, the man was a pirate from another realm seeking revenge - but everything else was a mystery. He'd received no explanation of whence the man came, on whom he sought revenge, nor even something simpler, like why the Jolly Roger rode the waves so strangely. If anything, meeting the man (and actually talking to him) left Inigo with more questions than he'd started with.

Now, Inigo was sitting on a chair, staring at the silent man seated before him, pondering each mystery with no hope of solving any. He was about to break the silence when Hook spoke. "So, you think this Humperdinck - who also seeks the Chalice - has the remaining piece of the map… How do we get it back?"

Inigo shrugged. "I do not know. I have no gift for strategy; I have always had other people for that."

Hook sighed lightly, leaning back in his chair to prop his feet against the wall, rubbing closed eyes. "Alright… How many crew members do you have?"

That, at least, Inigo could answer. "Twenty men. No women, no children."

Hook nodded. "And their loyalties?"

"Most are very loyal. My first mate… I am unsure."

"I have twenty-five people, myself - each more loyal than you'd imagine - which puts us at about fifty… And Humperdinck?"

"Surely more than that. Almost certainly over five hundred."

Hook let out a low whistle. "Bloody hell, these odds are not optimistic." He fell into contemplative silence again before looking up and asking, "Where would Humperdinck store his own part of the map?"

"On his person, I am sure."

"And where is that? Is he still at his home, or has he since departed?"

Inigo frowned. "I am not certain. I suspect he is at the castle.

Another nod. "As I feared." Once more, silence reigned, though it was quickly dispelled. "Fifty men to attack a prince with five hundred men at his disposal? I can see no way of carrying out an attack without massive loss of life."

"Then what do we do?"

Hook grinned, eyes shining as his lips tilted upwards into a mischievous smirk. "Why, we plan a different kind of attack, of course." The man was continuing before Inigo could interrupt or ask for clarification. "I don't suppose you have any map of the castle? Some… diagram of the rooms, where the map would likely be?"

Inigo shook his head. "No, but, as I mentioned, Buttercup spent a great deal of time within those walls. She would know the place better than I and might be able to provide some sense of location."

"Then we set sail for…" Hook looked at a loss for words. "Where is she now?"

Inigo frowned. "She and Westley tried a number of places, but Humperdinck kept coming after them. I believe they have returned to Florin and settled in the Fire Swamp."

Hook raised an eyebrow. "You mean the very dangerous place from which no one - save them - has escaped?" He nodded approvingly. "Good hiding spot."

Inigo nodded. "I am not certain that they are actually there, to be clear. That is the last I had heard, but I am not certain."

The other man nodded. "If nothing else, it's a bloody good place to start." He stood, walking to the stairs leading above doc, and shouted to his crew, but Inigo didn't focus on the words. When he returned, Hook asked, "Do you plan to return to your own ship, or would you care to stay on mine?"

"I should return to mine temporarily, but, if you agree, we can dock it somewhere and temporarily combine our crews. It would be pointless to use two different vessels."

Hook nodded. "Agreed." He began pacing, still refusing to sit, and Inigo watched the man move, easily compensating for the rocking of the boat. Something about the way he held himself, the almost military-esque posture made Inigo once again wonder if he'd been a soldier, but Hook's next words interrupted the thought. "Is there a harbor near the Swamp, perhaps?"

Inigo nodded. "Yes, and leaving the Revenge there for the duration of our quest should not be a problem. I shall go alert my crew to head for it, and you can follow us."

Hook nodded, reaching out his right - only - hand and shaking Inigo's. "Well, then…" He trailed off, another cocky smirk on his face. "Set a course for the Swamp. We've got an ex-princess to find!"