A/N: I do not own Peter Pan. This fic is dedicated to Shining Pheonix. If not for him I never would have posted anything. Thanks for being my muse.
Chapter 1: A Shipless Captain
Captain James Thaddeus North(later known as Capt. Hook) was not a captain in the British navy. In fact he was not a captain in any navy. North could be called an "opportunistic sailor" but most people would call him a pirate. He had been the captain of pirate crew on a ship called the Nefarious until his first mate, a hawk nosed scrawny man who by the name of Slice, preformed a mutiny. North had just barely managed to escape with his life, now he found himself without a crew, without a ship, and without any money.
He had managed to find a ship and under a fake name sailed London to look for a new crew. Most people would have found this insane as London or rather England in general was known for being anti-pirate. North however saw it as an opportunity, for he realized that there where ships in London to steal and fresh crew to acquire. He also knew that the more impossible something sounded the more people would believe that it would not happen. Because of the constant presence of the British navy no one expected a pirate to be anywhere near the London docks. This is why it was the perfect place to hide.
North was a handsome man with high cheek bones and deep brown eyes that bordered on being black. His hair fell around his face in a careless almost reckless manner, the tips of it brushing against his collar bone. It too was brown bordering on black with chestnut and red highlights. North skin was pale for a pirate but that was a result of him being a captain for five years and it was still considered too dark to be vogue in the higher social circles. He was tall and of thin build but had the long sinewy muscles of a master swordsman. He was easy to spot among the crowd of unwashed, barefoot sailors with callused hands and skin turn brown from the sun
North continued along the docks until he spied what he was looking for. The Crow's Nest Pub was housed in a dilapidated looking building, well worn with the ravages of time and weather. The inside of the pub smelled of alcohol and sweat. It was not pleasant but the patrons of the could not smell anything over themselves so no one complained. North walked up to the bar, not to order alcohol but to speak to the bartender, a huge hulk of a man covered in curly black hair, with scar above his left eye. "Well, well, look what the sea breeze blew in here. I heard you were dead."
North sat down bar and flashed a smile at the bartender "I'm not one to die easily, you know that Grog." Grog gave him a quizzical look "I never thought I your face in London again, aren't you still wanted?" North laughed bitterly "Why was someone asking for me?" Grog did not answer him but just looked down at the beer glass that he was wiping with a dirty rag. "So I heard you had a bit of trouble with your crew."
North's eye twitched as he exploded "THE SAILS! THEY MUTINIED OVER THE BLOODY SAILS!!!" Every patron in the bar turned to stare as he let loose three mouths worth of pent up rage. After taking a moment to compose himself North continued "The thought that the Nefarious look more like a pirate ship if it had black sails. I told them it was not practical because any sailor with half a brain would know it was a pirate ship from a mile off. I mean how would we trick a merchant ship into thinking we where a friendly ship if we had black sails?! It was a bloody, stupid idea and they bloody MUTINED OVER IT!!!"
"Hey keep it down will ya? I already had the guards in here twice this week and I don't want any more of my regulars scared off." North didn't pay any attention to Grog and continued to rant. He did not even notice the guards until the captain grabbed his shoulder. "Well now what's all this then? I'll have no one go about disturbing the peace on my watch I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in." North shoved the man's hand off of his shoulder and went back to talking with the bartender. Then guards attack swiftly and relentlessly pinning him down on the bar. "What the hell?! TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME!!! North screamed, struggling to worm out of their vice-like grip. One of the guards sensing that North was going to be trouble promptly hit him on the back of the head with his night stick. He slump over onto the bar watching helplessly as his vision slowly faded to black.