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Just to give you a warning, there's some alcohol abuse in this chapter.

Chapter 5: A Swashbuckling Christmas

"I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom." –Edgar Allan Poe

1436

It was Christmas Eve in the year 1422, when Nicolas St. North first caught sight of the large flying wooden ship. Never in all his years had he seen something so magnificent, so massive, flying through the air, easily gliding over clouds and gently rocking back and forth on the wind without any trouble. It had truly been a wondrous vision to behold. North had instantly wanted to investigate the strange phenomena above, but he'd still had so many gifts left to deliver.

So with a heavy heart and more than a few backward glances, North flew his sleigh southeast, reluctantly leaving behind the amazing flying ship. When he returned hours later just a few minutes before dawn, the ship was nowhere in sight.

The following months, as he thought up designs for new toys, North's mind kept turning back to that flying ship. Inspiration struck him halfway through the year and he ordered all of his Yetis to begin making toy ships. There'd been some complaints at first, but North had brushed it aside as usual, reminding his workers that it was all for the children. The ships varied from all kinds as he let the Yetis make the toys through their own imaginings, and as usual, he was very pleased with how the toys turned out. The children were going to love them.

North, however, made almost the same ship every time he was on the work floor. That wasn't to say that they wasn't impressive, his ships were far more detailed than any his Yetis made. But it wasn't long before North realized he'd put too much care into his replicas of that flying ship. No children would be able to play with them without breaking them, they were far too fragile. Fortunately, the Yetis had made more suitable toys then him.

So it was with a regretful sigh that he placed the hundreds of wooden ships in the back room, upset that such wonderful toys would not belong to any child.

After that year he always made sure to keep an eye out for his wondrous flying ship. He made a few extra visits to his fellow Guardians come the following years, always searching the clouds, only to find the sky empty save for his sleigh, Sandy, and the occasional Fairy. It wasn't until several Christmases later, in the year 1436, that something unusual happened again.

North had momentarily forgotten about his ship, thoroughly distracted by the rush to deliver toys to the ever expanding world. It happened while he was in one of the new port cities, a small harbor-like town dedicated to the fishing industry. He'd explored the new settlement eagerly; interested at seeing how the families in the New World lived.

While he was flying over the town, heading for the few houses in the neighboring woods, he'd heard loud and off-pitched yells come from down below by the docks. Curious, North landed his sleigh near the moorings and went to investigate just who was making such a ruckus at this time of night. He found the person responsible, a woman with strange light blue hair, stumbling along the crates and barrels that had been setup earlier in the day. She weaved towards him unsteadily with a bottle in her hands while she sung off key. North saw that her clothes were ruffled along with the rest of her appearance.

"'Ave a 'olly, jolly Chrishmash and when ye walk down the shtreet, shay 'ello t' friends ya know and everyone ya meet. Oh ho the mishtletoe, 'ung where ya can't shee. Shomebody waits for ya, kissh'em once for me." The woman slurred as she tripped and landed near North, who instinctively reached out to steady her. He was surprised that he could touch her, she seemed much too old to still believe in him, but she merely chuckled after recovering from her misstep.

"Hey, I know ye! Yer Shanta Claus, yep. I believed in ya when I was a wee lass!" The woman said happily before her face dropped. "S'too bad ye weren't real back then." She brought the bottle up to her oddly colored lips and North grimaced, now close enough the stink of liquor that clung to the woman's breath. He took the bottle from her hands and she moaned at the loss of her drink, demanding that he return it to her.

"Uh-uh, no more alcohol, thou has drunk enough." North said firmly and she gave him an impressive glare that was only slightly ruined when she hiccupped. "Come, we find thine home." He gently grabbed her upper arm, but she was surprisingly nimble for someone so intoxicated. She slid out of his hold and brought up a sharp cutlass, pointing it at his nose in a threatening manner.

"Me drink matey, I'd very much like it back, shavvy?" North narrowed his eyes and took a closer look at the woman. While her blue hair had been a little peculiar, he found that there were other things far odder about her appearance. For one, she had fins on her arms and legs, strangely reminding him of Tooth at that moment, and had pointed ears. Ah. He should have realized it sooner. The more he looked over her appearance, the more obvious it was that she wasn't human at all. This was a new Spirit he hadn't heard of before. He raised his hands slowly, showing that he meant no harm.

"We have not announced ourselves as is proper. I am North and thou art being?" The woman tilted her head, her earlier good cheer returning in that moment. It was then that North got a better look at her eyes. They were an usual, but beautiful color. However, there was something else to them and as he looked more closely, North felt as if they were a reflection of the seas themselves. When calm and serene he knew the ocean was an amazing sight to behold, but it could quickly turn dangerous and deadly when angry. This Spirit felt no different to him.

"I be Capt'n Davy Jones, pirate o' the sheven sheas, mashter o' the Flyin' Dutchman." She replied proudly while almost managing to stab herself twice as she swung about her sword. "But me real name be Davina, don't tell no one though." She shushed at him in an exaggerated manner, and despite the situation, North chuckled at the woman's inability to keep her own secret.

His laughter quickly faded however, when Davy pointed her cutlass back at him again. She gestured to the bottle in his hand and North knew he had two possible choices. He could give Davy the bottle and go back to his sleigh, delivering the rest of the presents without fear of delay, or he could help her and stay firm, not allowing her to poison herself even further. It really wasn't much of a dilemma.

"I am very sorry friend, but thou will not be getting back bad drink." North only had a few seconds to dodge the wild slash that was aimed at his chest. He brought up one of his sabers, and blocked her second strike, mildly surprised at how much strength his smaller opponent had. In that respect, she suddenly reminded him of Sandy. "Now Davina, I am not wanting to fight thee."

"'Ow'd ye know me real name?" She asked heatedly as she took a swipe at his feet that he managed to jump over. "Did Grimm tell ye? I'll keelhaul that scurvy bilge rat!" North tried to explain that he didn't know any Grimm and that she was the one who told him her name, but instead he had to jump back to avoid an attack directed at his belly.

With little options left, North stuck the bottle into one of the large pockets in his coat and unsheathed his other sword. As he dueled with the Spirit, he found that she was quite skilled in swordsmanship despite her drunkenness, though she still stumbled every now and then. He parried her attacks or redirected them away from himself harmlessly and after a few minutes, North found himself laughing from excitement.

It had been a long time since he'd last been in a good fight. The only previous battle he could remember was the one against Pitch Black from nearly forty years ago and he certainly hadn't had the chance to enjoy it. The Boogeyman had been out for blood back then, unlike now. Sure Davina wanted her drink back, but she wasn't really trying to harm him, or at least North didn't think she was. It did make him wonder how well she could fight while not being impaired by alcohol though.

As he pushed her back with a particularly strong lunge, Davina was forced to climb onto one of the crates that she'd stumbled into earlier. North followed her lead, blocking and attacking as they scaled up the mountain of barrels and boxes. It was only once they reached the top that he realized their new scenery was not the best place to have a sword fight. The stockade under their feet wiggled and tilted dangerously and the ground was below them by a good ten feet.

As if sensing his thoughts, a smaller crate that he'd been standing on shook precariously, and North instinctively shot his arms outwards to regain his balance, leaving him unable to block his fellow Spirit's sword. The sound of something being sheared off rang throughout the quiet night air and North felt his eyes widen as they landed on the large patch of white that seemed to float in front of his face for a moment. Davina froze too, her face twisted into astonishment and disbelief before she broke into hysterical giggling.

North, still in shock, brought a hand up to his beard. A small choked sound escaped his throat as short sharp bristles greeted his calloused fingers.

"Moya boroda!" He shouted in horror, blue eyes falling to the clumps of white hair gathered at his feet. Davina was doubled over with laughter by this point, her sword abandoned at her side as she tried to regain her breath. North looked up at her angrily, eyebrows narrowed as a rare furiousness raced through his blood.

But then the box that Davina stood on faltered and she tumbled backwards, her laughter dying as she disappeared over the edge. North saw his hands automatically reach out for her, even though he knew he couldn't possibly grab her in time. He heard a heavy thump and quickly climbed down the crates, jumping the last few feet and rushing over to her side.

"Davina, Davina! Art thou alright?" He stopped as he saw her form curled up on the cobblestone ground, unconscious. North bent down, seeing no wound other than a bump on the side of her forehead, and sighed in relief before scooping her up into his arms. They returned to his sleigh and his reindeer shifted, likely curious about what he was carrying, and laid her down next to the small sack of toys.

He checked on Davina occasionally as he delivered the rest of his gifts, but she didn't move for the rest of the night. As dawn arrived he brought her back with him to the Workshop, knowing he couldn't just leave here somewhere in good conscience. As the Yetis greeted him, North assigned Phil to take care of his unexpected guest, trusting that his second in command would take good care of her. Right now he had to see what had become of his beard and prayed that Bunny would never find out about this.

Davy groaned as she came to, gripping her aching head as a powerful internal force pounded behind her temples painfully. Her hangovers seemed to be getting worse every time she woke up. Maybe Manny was making them worse. She was pretty sure that an otherworldly protector over children should not indulge themselves in the spirits like she did. 'Then again, it isn't like any kids can see me, so what does it matter if I drink a little too much?'

She glowered at herself for that thought. Davy hated self-pity, but there she went again, thinking her life was so horrible and trying to drink the lonely nights away. Usually she had better control over how much she indulged and her crew could normally pull her out of her funk before she could get too depressed. But last night had been Christmas Eve and the memories of lost loved ones and her lack of companionship had driven her to a new low.

Davy could only slightly recall the events of last night. There were blurred images of Undine's disappointed face and of her sneaking off the Flying Dutchman. Then arriving at a port town and breaking into some barrels of rum left by the docks. There was something else there though, a flash of red and white, and the shingling sound of metal hitting metal. Had she gone to a blacksmith's forge last night?

After a long moment, Davy slowly opened her eyes, flinching at the bright white ceiling above her. She moaned lowly, pulling the covers of a blanket over her head and rolled onto her side. A moment later her body shot up, belatedly realizing that there was no white ceiling in her cabin. She looked around her, eyes widening as she took in the carved wooden walls that looked like pine trees. She was lying in a soft bed, one that was smaller than her own, dressed with red and white sheets. She quickly got up and checked herself over.

She was wearing her clothes still, but her boots had been placed next to the bed and she quickly put them on while trying to ignore the throbbing of her head and failing at it miserably. Her hat and coat were missing, but Davy had the feeling that she'd just forgotten them on the ship when she'd snuck off. She couldn't remember taking them with her, but then again she couldn't remember much of last night either. Her cutlass, however, was nowhere to be seen and she always carried her sword with her now that she knew that Molpe was out there.

Just as she was about to start swearing, a knock came from the bedroom door. It opened and she tensed, not knowing what to expect. A massive furry creature poked its' head into the room and Davy gaped, instantly recognizing the creature from the Rise of the Guardians.

Phil, and she was merely assuming it was him, looked at her for a second, seemingly surprised to find that she was awake and out of bed, before coming in with a tray full of Christmas cookies. He spoke, the noise sounded like growls and grunts that she couldn't understand, but his gestures were easy enough to decipher: get back on the bed. Davy did as he said, numbly sitting back down and simply staring as he set the tray down on a bedside table.

His massive hands reached out towards her, touching her head and it was only then that Davy noticed that there was something wrapped around her forehead. A hand shot up to investigate, but Phil batted it away, messing with whatever it was while grumbling under his breath. After a moment he pulled away with a small wad of white bandages in his grip.

"Wait, was I injured? How'd I get hurt?" Davy asked in surprise. "What am I even doin' here?" He said something else and just pointed at the cookies, obviously already knowing it would be pointless to explain since she couldn't understand him. She nodded and muttered her thanks before he promptly marched out of the room without looking back. The cookies were warm and she smiled at the sugary taste in her mouth. It had been a long time since she'd had sweets.

While Davy had no problem with getting her hands on rum, baked goods were a little harder to come by out on the open seas. Being a Spirit, she found she didn't actually need any food, but she felt it was too unsettlingly to not eat. It made her feel less… human. When she'd said as much to Undine, her First Mate had shrugged before admitting she'd been a fish before Manny had changed her and the others. When Davy did eat, an activity she partook in only every few days, she had apples and fruits mostly, things she could harvest from the land, but she'd shared a few meals with unsuspecting sailors as well. Her few stunts of pilfering cooked fish off of a plate in a tavern or in a ship's kitchen was never noticed much among people.

"Ah, is about time thee awoke! Merry Christmas!" An easily recognizable Russian accented voice called joyfully from the doorway. Davy's head shot up in surprise, having not heard the burly man enter her room. "Come, Davina, come, we talk." North said as he gestured for her to follow him.

She jerked slightly at hearing her old name. Only Grimm called her that and she didn't see very much of the Reaper considering how busy he was. With another impatient wave of his giant hands and a warm smile donned on his pleased face, Davy cautiously approached the most iconic Spirit of the Guardians. He laid a surprisingly gentle hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at him in amazement, noticing North was ridiculously tall.

Santa Claus, she was talking to the actual, really real, one and only, St. Nick. Davy decided this was definitely one of the coolest moments in her life, or rather afterlife.

"I thought yer beard would be longer." Slipped out of her mouth without thought, genuinely taken aback by how much shorter his famous beard was in comparison to its length in the movie. It barely reached his collarbone. North's face morphed into a look that she couldn't place, before he laughed suddenly, the booming sound filled the room with a jolly merriment that was hard not to join. "Uh, matey, how did I get here?"

"I see thou art not remembering last night." North sort of answered. He chuckled again before continuing, not giving her a chance to ask questions. "We had very enjoyable fight, but perhaps got little too carried away." His hand gestured to his short beard and Davy felt her eyes widen in shock.

"Art ye sayin' that I…?" She trailed off as he nodded, his round blue eyes shining with amusement. She felt her jaw drop and North laughed again. "I am so sorry, I–" He waved off the apology and led her out of the room, one hand firmly placed on her back and propelling her forward. Her sputtering was cut off as her gaze landed on the work floor of North's Workshop.

It looked so unbelievable, so remarkable that the brief glimpse she'd had in the movie was nothing compared to the sight before her. While the up-to-date toys were missing, there was still so much magic in the air. Toy boats of various sizes and spectacular colors soared over and across the atrium. She spotted riding stick-horses for young boys being carved by a few Yetis, while another group worked on different types of dolls for little girls. Rolling hoops moved down the hallways, weaving around the bumbling Elves without any help. Puppets moved on their own, rocking horses swayed through the air and various spinning tops danced across the work floor.

"This be– I mean tis jus'– wow." North chuckled again and Davy didn't really have it in her to hide her awed expression.

"Come Davina and I explain happenings from last night." And then she was left trying to follow North through the busy Workshop. She ducked when she had to, stopped to let toys or Yetis walk by and all the while strained to keep up with North, who navigated through the chaotic maze with ease. It took some minutes, even with a guiding hand from North on occasion, before they finally reached his office that she'd seen in the movie. He shut the door behind them, the metal locks falling into place automatically. Davy let her sights roam over the area, instantly liking the little niche of a room that the Cossack had made for himself.

There was something homey about it, reminding her of a small log cabin, even if half of the room was made up of ice. There was a fire roaring in the hearth and a wide window took up most of the back wall, showing the snowflakes floating by in a sea of white. Numerous toys littered the wooden shelves and ice sculptures in various stages covered the center worktable. A huge bed was pushed off into the corner wall with a detailed wooden frame and red and white blankets. Beside the bed was a small table with an empty wooden plate, a thick brown book, and a few well-used candles.

"Hmm, Elves should have brought more cookies by now." North muttered as he eyed the room, obviously looking for said sugary treats. "Bah, no matter, now is the time for talking."

"Aye." Davy said agreeably, taking the chair that he offered as North leaned against the edge of the worktable. "What happened last night, exactly?" Her question made his face light up like a Christmas tree.

For the next half-an-hour Davy listened as North explained how they'd met. Though she was more than a little peeved for not being able to remember it on her own. She silently vowed to never allow herself to become that drunk ever again. She chuckled at the actions of her drunken self, at North's terrible attempt at reenacting their fight, and finally she fell into a laughing fit when he told her about how his beard had received its unexpected trim.

"I be very sorry North, really. Feelin' all contrite, I am." He gave her a look that was full of both doubt and mirth and Davy had to bite her lip to keep back the new wave of snickers that threatened to break through. "Honest." She insisted firmly, though her smile refused to budge and become the heartfelt frown she wanted it to. North shook his head good-naturedly, clearly already over having lost several inches from his once lengthy beard.

"Is bridge over water." He said amiably before taking a bite out of a cookie that the Elves had brought in during the middle of his story. "Now, tell me who Captain Davy Jones is, dah? How long has thou been a Spirit? What is purpose Manny gives?"

"Ah, me purpose is ta guard those who travel by sea." She answered easily while politely accepting the cookie he offered. "Let's see, I'll have been a Spirit for twenty-four years come May. As for the who, I be Davy Jones, Captain o' the Flyin' Dutchman and her crew–" Davy stopped there, a sense of alarm taking over her face as she remembered something very important. "Blast me for a fool, I completely forgot 'bout me crew!" She shot up from her seat, startling the older Spirit, and began pacing as she muttered worriedly under her breath.

"Crew?" North's bushy eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Thou has a crew? What art they like?"

"Huh? Oh, they be Mermaids." She answered absently, not seeing the marveled expression appear on North's face. She was completely focused on her thoughts, trying to recall what happened last evening before her mind had fallen into a drunken haze.

The crew had been with her early in the night. Over the years, they'd slowly come to understand how lonely she got around Christmas, but they couldn't stay with her long. They could only be out of water for a few hours at a time and she'd felt too sorry for herself to actively pursue their company yesterday. Instead, she'd decided to drown her sorrows in alcohol. Undine had found her that way at half-past midnight and had locked her in her cabin after confiscating all of her rum. Davy could barely remember sneaking out of the windows and swimming to the nearest port, but nothing much after that.

She grimaced at the floor. Undine had to be furious with her.

"Mermaids." North repeated in wonder. He'd never seen the creatures himself, but he knew of them from the children who'd sent him letters asking for dolls crafted in their likeness. Unfortunately he had only ever been able to create the toys from his own imaginings. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him. "They art worried about thee, dah?" He asked happily and Davy nodded, still too deep into her own thoughts to pay attention to what he was saying. "Then we go see them."

"Wait, what?" Davy asked quickly, confused by the sudden turn of events. "What do ye mean?" North grabbed his coat off of a hook near the fireplace along with his furry hat. "We art goin' ta see who?"

"Thine crew of course!" He responded jovially as they headed out of his office and back onto the work floor.

"We most certainly art not!" She argued back, though North was barely listening at this point as he ordered the nearest Yeti to prepare the sleigh and to get her things. "Undine will lead a mutiny against me. It would be best ta wait a few days for her temper ta calm down, savvy?" As she tried to continue explaining why this was such a bad idea, Davy didn't even realize that they'd moved deeper into the Workshop until she saw the sleigh and reindeer.

"Easy Davina, we will be fine." North stated calmly as he looked over the sleigh and patted the leading reindeer. "Is it not best to face First Mate now?"

"Nay, it's not." She replied stubbornly as she eyed the sleigh, which okay, way cooler in real life. It lacked the modifications it had in the movie and looked like a normal sleigh. But still, it was Santa Claus' freaking sleigh, being pulled by eight giant flying reindeer. "Firstly, call me Davy. And secondly, I cannot leave without me effects." A nearby Yeti, the same one she'd encountered earlier, entered the room with said items and she groaned before taking them. Apparently, she had taken her coat with her after all.

"Will not be so bad, thou art simply building things up in head." North offered, his blues eyes taking in the sight of her impressive black tailcoat and the sword resting at her waist. She certainly looked more intimidating than she had last night. Davy merely shook her head, resigning herself to her fate as climbed into the sleigh. He moved to follow her lead, but paused as three Yetis also climbed into the sleigh. "Now what dost thou think thou art doing?" Davy had no idea what the Yeti said in return, but North clearly understood and merely sighed in response. The Yeti that helped her earlier sat down next to her, grumbling in greeting.

"Davy, these two art Mark and Kyle." North said as he gestured to the two light brown Yetis who'd decided to remain standing. They looked almost completely identical, except Mark had a pattern of white fur surrounding his eyes. Davy waved awkwardly and they mimicked the action. "And this is Phil. He treated thy injury." He said while nodding to the Yeti that she'd pegged as Phil earlier. Davy opened her mouth to say thank you, but her body suddenly lurched backwards as the sleigh charged forwards, cutting her off and almost making her bite her tongue.

Phil caught her before she could be flung out of the sleigh completely and she offered him a smile as thanks before her attention turned towards the rollercoaster-like sleigh ride. The speed, sharp turns, and loop-de-loops happily reminding her of times spent at amusement parks. Davy laughed and shouted along with North in exhilaration, while the Yetis hung on tightly and grumbled sourly to each other. Once they left the ice tunnel and were in the air, she moved over to North, grinning wildly as her heart raced in her chest.

"So how art ye plannin' on findin' me ship?" She asked lightly, hoping to see his magical snow globes from the movie. True to her predictions, North gave her a mischievous wink before pulling out a glass sphere from his coat pocket. He handed it to her and she managed to muster up what she hoped to be a genuinely confused look.

"Merely shake snow globe and speak destination into it, then throw. Is very simple." She did as he explained, already knowing how it worked, and threw it ahead of them by a good distance. Being sucked into the wormhole, because Davy was pretty sure that's what it was, was a very unique feeling. She felt dizzy, but there was more to it. It was as if the world was shifting around her while they were the ones who'd remained still. She heard North gasp as they appeared on the other side and Davy shook her head, only slightly disoriented, before looking around. The Dutchman was below them, sailing along the coast of the New World, and she could see a quarter of the crew running about the deck.

"This is thine ship?" He asked in a stunned whisper and she felt her chest swell with pride at the blatant look of amazement on his face.

"Ye should see it in the sky matey." She chuckled and an odd noise escaped his throat before he let out a triumphant shout.

"I knew it was same ship I saw fourteen years ago!" His rosy cheeks were even brighter than usual and he turned to give her a bone crushing hug. "Ha-ha, I knew there was reason we met, is fate!" Davy wasn't exactly sure what North was talking about, but she was too busy nursing her bruised back to bother asking. When they landed on the ship's deck, Undine was standing at the head of the crew to greet them and looking rather irritated. When she spotted Davy subtly trying to hide behind North, she looked downright pissed.

"Nice of thee to show up, Captain." Davy tried to give her First Mate an apologetic smile, but Undine had already moved on to address North and the others. She winced. Oh, Undine was very angry with her. "I take it thou were the one to find our wandering commander?" She asked stiffly and North nodded silently, looking much more subdued than he had a few moments ago. "Then thou has our gratitude." The crew and their captain seemed to exhale as a one when Undine gave him a small smile.

"Allow me ta introduce Nicolas St. North and his friends, Phil, Mark, and Kyle. Fellas, this be my magnificent crew and wonderful First Mate, Undine." Davy said with an easy smile and the Mermaids rushed over to meet them, most only having an eye for North, but oddly enough she saw White and Bering break away to talk to Kyle and Mark. She turned to Undine to ask what that was all about, but saw her First Mate already in a conversation with Phil.

She caught her friend's eye and Undine flushed lightly before turning back to Phil. Amazed at catching her First Mate blushing, Davy looked over at Bering and White to find that they were in a similarly dazed state. Was it possible that the rest of her crew would be attracted to North's Yetis? How did they even understand them? Curious, she turned to North, who was too interested in the ship to notice all of the come hither looks her shipmates were sending him.

"North?" He hummed, so she figured he was listening. "How many Yetis do ye have?" She saw her crew perk up at that.

"Hmm, oh, thirty." He answered distractedly while pulling on the rope to the main sails. Her crew whispered excitedly to each other, obviously noticing that a few of their crewmates had been figuratively struck by Cupid's arrow. Davy furrowed her eyebrows at the number. What were the odds that Manny would give her thirty Mermaids to match North's thirty Yetis? He wasn't playing matchmaker now, was he? She gave the clear blue sky a suspicious glance.

It was too much of a coincidence not to be taken seriously, especially with that blatant dreamy expression on Undine's face, who'd never once lost her composure around a man before. The Yetis also seemed to be enjoying themselves, though she couldn't be sure since she could hardly make out their expressions under all that fur. Their body postures seemed at ease though and they weren't tripping over themselves from the allure her crew gave off.

When North finally looked up from his investigation of the Flying Dutchman, he blinked in surprise at seeing his Yetis chatting it up with three beautiful Mermaids. He gave Davy a bemused look, her face just as perplexed as his. He'd clearly never seen his workers act like this before either.

"Davy, what is going on?" He asked while raising his eyebrows at Phil as the usually stoic Yeti smiled warmly at the First Mate. The Captain rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"The weirdest Christmas miracle evar, North."

When North says "Moya boroda!" he's actually saying "My beard!" in Russian. I was going to either have him say "Shostakovich" or "Korsakov" like he did in the movie, but Shostakovich is actually alluding to Dmitri Shostakovich, a Russian composer who wasn't born until 1906. Korsakov comes from another composer, Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, who wasn't born until 1844. I obviously couldn't use either word, so I just went with him exclaiming things in Russian.

I know North has an accent, and that he sometimes says things wrong, like the "tacks of brass" line that he used in the movie. I've seen some writers replace the W's with V's when they have him speak, making him say "vell" instead of "well", but he didn't really have any problem with pronunciations. There's an underling inflection in his speech, but it's not as noticeable as with Bunny. He's sort of like Pitch in that regard.

–Hexalys