Chapter 1


Captain Hooks ship sat still on the water surrounding Neverland. The gentile waves lapped at the side of the rustic boat as the sails swayed in the cool breeze that brushed along the ship, the islands trees swayed side by side in peace. Today it was quite peaceful, no sign of Peter or the lost boys had been spotted and the crew were working away at a steady pace. Smee was paroling the deck watching the men work and Hook was quite happily sitting with a book in his hook and a glass of wine in his hand. Yes Peaceful it was.

Hook

Hook idly sat at his desk and flicked the page of his book which was now looking quite torn up and old. He set the book down and took the bottle of wine and lazily gulped down the rest of it, he was running out of things to do. He had tried going to the island only to have an arrow hit him in the shoulder by a small Indian boy who strolled along the coast with three other boys, he then began to sail the entire outline of Neverland out of boredom then went his books, piano, rum and now his wine. He was bored now and had nothing to do. Peter had not been sighted in three months, wherever the boy was he owed him a lot of fighting when he got back, well if he got back. He began to pull out his journal in which was hidden in a boot which sat at the side of his desk and began to write.

An hour later frantic knocks could be heard banging on the captains door, Hook had been happily shading his sketch of the island when the knocking began and he was not in the slightest mood for company so he waved them off ,by waved he meant shouting an assortment of curses and threats which should not be repeated by young children. The knocking persisted although and became even more frantic as another set of hands joined in the knocking.

"Smee what the hell do ya' want!"

He stamped over to the door and pulled it back. To say he was shocked by the scene in which stood before him would be an understatement, he was bloody flabbergasted! Horrified! Revolted!

Here the short plump man stood covered in crimson red blood and his face showed panic, Billy (the youngest pirate on the ship) stood beside him and he too shared the same expression of Smee, his body was also covered in blood too but in his arms lay a small child with matted hair who was heavily bleeding out.

"C-captain sir um Peter pan sir h-he he um" Billy stuttered while gesturing to the boy and trembling.

Hook had not said a word. Peter lay limp in Billy's arms and if he were to be completely honest, he didn't recognize the child. He fought down the bile that was rising in his throat and stepped aside to let the men in.

"Captain we just found him like this" Billy insisted in a strong Irish accent as Smee lay a towel on the bed. Billy carefully lay Peter down on the bed and waited for orders.

"Smee, get your kit to patch him up, Billy, help im'" They both rushed off and slammed the door behind them as they ran.

Hook lay his hand on the top of the boys head and moved it down to feel his forehead, he was running quite a fever and his face was scrunched in pain. He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit he was concerned for the child. I mean if a child who had been missing for three months and was currently covered in his own blood and shabby brown pants. Yes, Hook was a cold man but he was not entirely heartless, even to his arch enemy.

Billy and Smee came rushing through the door with bandages, medicine and sewing equipment, they had rum too and quickly set abut removing his clothes, well the term rags were more appropriate. They stripped him down to his underwear and stopped, angry red scars and deep purple bruises engulfed the boys body. Hook was physically sick and had to leave the room.

He stood on deck and watched as three men wiped the deck which had a blood splatter on, another as taking down a mast which had been ripped and had blood also dripping down. Some of his crew were brave enough to glance up at him but quickly looked away, they knew not to mess with him right now.

Smee slowly came out the door and stood just behind his captain as Hook gave him the signal he could talk.

"Captain s-sir we s-topped the bleeding and he will h-heal as long as he is w-wa-rm and safe" He trembled.

"Come on Smee, out with it. I know there is something else" Hook could see the mans uneasiness and could positively feel there was something else.

"Sir I don't think its a c-conversation t-t-to have out here"

Hook simply walked into his quarters where he could see Billy tending to Peter he quickly headed to his desk where he sat waiting for Smee who took his time closing and locking the door before scurrying over.

"I f-found w-when I was w-ashing hi-m that he was"

"Out with it!" He had enough of his mumbling and now he just wanted a straight answer.

"Peter has been raped" Billy spoke up. Those words brought Hook to look at Billy then to rest on Peter. God.

"Get out." It was barely a whisper but both men heard and began to get out of their captains cabin.

Hook had not touched the boy since he felt his forehead, yes he hated Peter for cutting off his hand and he was gladly going to kill Peter, hurt him. But now he couldn't even bring himself to touch the boy. All of the boys innocence had been stripped and Hook now feared the damage inflicted on the boy.

He moved and sat on the bed next to the boy, he was wearing one of Hooks nightshirts (not that he had minded, he had left it before he was sick.) Resting a hand on the boys blonde locks he closed his eyes and sighed.


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