While I waited, a stench filled my nostrils. Not the scent of the ship's polished wood, nor the usual smell of Pizza that generally accompanied visits here. The new smell was vile, foul, and left a bad taste in my mouth. I clammed up, wanting to move away from it, but couldn't. I wanted to be GONE. Away from the ship, out of the cove, to flee the Pizzeria to escape the ghastly smell if that was what it took. Just then, I was snapped out of my stupor by Foxy gently placing his hand on my shoulder. We walked away from the Cove, and I took deep not so discreet breaths of sweet, sweet, fresh air.
"Hold out yer hands and close yer eyes George." Foxy said slowly, staring with his black eyes with white corneas. Wait, what? Foxy had white eyes with golden corneas. I felt… unnerved by the look in those new eyes, it seemed as if I was some pig, and he was deciding on how to make the cut to butcher me. Worriedly, I shut my eyes and held out my hands, and felt something velvety and soft planted into my miniscule grip. "Open." Foxy said gently, and I dis. There, in my hands I saw a Pirate's hat, sized for a child about my age.
"For me Captain Foxy? Really?" I said, not daring to look at those morbid eyes."Yes lad. just for ye." Foxy said in an even softer tone. I ran up to him, and gave him the biggest hug my seven year old arms would permit. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" I said, not letting go. In turn, Foxy returned the unexpected embrace gingerly. "Y-ye…. be… welcome lad." Foxy said coldly, tightening his grip. I yelped as his hook dug into my back and cried, F-Foxy?!" as I turned my head to see a line of jagged teeth fill my vision, a loud screech pounding my eardrums.