"We'd best disentangle this one, too," Frederick says, almost cheerfully, as he picks himself up off the sand. He keeps the hooks, pulling out a handkerchief to wrap them in and tucking them in his pocket. It's the illusory cover for just sticking them inside his ribcage, the only pocket he has. Thankfully, there's no flesh in there for them to stick to. "If you hold him down I can pluck the hooks out."