Setting at his desk in his cabin the Cap'n of The Drunken Kraken, Gaius Agrotera looks over the charts and maps of the kingdom he now finds himself the Prince of. A knock and in walks his Quartermaster William "Bootstrap" Turnip.
"Aye Bootstrap, sit down mate. I have a problem."
"What be the trouble 'ere Cap'n?", Turnip inquired.
"When that bloody Warlock opened that book he let out all manner of darkness. That blasted, child stealing flying Boy amongst others.... sumpin' else was released upon this place, sumpin' I've a mighty fear of...... the Croc what ticks."
Rubbing his brow and not wanting to believe yet another one of his old friend's wild fancy stories, Turnip chose to try and steer the Pyrate Prince away from such, "I'm sure that didn't happ'n Cap. I'm sure all is well, everythin' is shipshape and all han- I mean all crew be accounted fer."
Eyeing the Quartermaster after that near hand comment the Captain calmly said, "That BOY fed me hand to that damnable crocodile and it got the taste for me. It's had a piece and it craves the rest of me!" He gently rested the hook on his chest as he reclined in his chair, "I can still hear the sound of it clicking him teeth together as he chased me, tickin' and tockin' he sounded like a blasted clock! That's how ya know he's gettin' close, the 'tick, tock, tick, tock' closing in from the water."
They sat in silence after that last comment as Turnip had no words for his friend that didn't involve calling him mad as a hatter. Then softly the silence was broken...
*Tick, tock...
*Tick, tock.....tick, tock, tick......tock.....
A Riddle From the Captain:
"The wind it blows,
The water glides,
The tickin' closes,
And my ship she rides!"