Aziraphale shot him a glare, and slowly began to scrabble across the rigging in what must have been the most undignified way it was humanly possible to do so.
“So sorry,” he gritted out, “it is my first time being kidnapped, you see, my sincerest apologies if I’m not living up to your standards—”
Crowley shot a panicked glance back at the fighting behind him.
“Look, would you just climb the blasted ropes, all right, before someone decides this coat would look nicer with a few bullet holes through it?”
Kidnapping Aziraphale, the stuffy younger brother of a renowned merchant, may not turn out to be quite the stroke of piratical genius that Crowley had anticipated. ( Read more... )