To a child, death is just a word. Just a way of saying "asleep for a long time". When Peter Pan died, as the blood poured out of him as he was watched by the entire pirate crew, he turned to Wendy, said "see you in the morning, mother," and smiled his last smile. Then his eyes closed forever. No more Peter Pan. The next to die was Wendy, made to walk the plank and fed to the sharks below. Now broken and numb, so unafraid of death, Wendy held her head high as she stepped off the end of the wooden board. She was off to see her one and only true love. Her brothers followed their sister loyally, not even any need to force them from the pirates- if their captain went down, so did they, and Wendy had always been their captain. Now there was a matter of the Lost Boys.
All were given final chances to serve the crew or to follow Peter and their "Wendy." A handful followed their leader, once they had vowed never to leave his side. The younger ones held back, deciding to follow their new Captain. Neverland was never the same again. Everything changed, nothing remained the same. Princess Tigerlily was captured and drowned once again, the INdians forced under Hook's control. And Captain James Hook stood at the top of victory.
No-one knew his past, no-one knew how he lived, no-one really knew him. But, in a secret pirate port hidden in the darker side of Neverland, one person did.