Colin O’Donoghue performing with Mezcla — February 14, 2013
i too know what it feels like to lose hope.
Hook echoed blankly, and it was then, but not till then, that his proud spirit broke. He saw his men draw back from him. ‘Have we been captained all this time by a codfish!’ they muttered. ‘It is lowering to our pride.’ They were his dogs snapping at him, but, tragic figure though he had become, he scarcely heeded him. Against such fearful evidence it was not their belief in him that he needed, it was his own. He felt his ego slipping from him.’