He opened his eyes slowly, in pain, wincing as he tried to get up. Bloody Swan girl had knocked him out yet again. He tried to get up but something was preventing him from doing so. He looked over to his left arm and saw that he was handcuffed to some strange metal thing on the wall. Bloody hell, did she want him to die? How the hell was he supposed to get out of this tiny room if he was handcuffed to the wall? He had his hook at least, but it was the hand that was handcuffed, so he really couldn't do anything. He then heard the door handle start to move, someone was coming. He braced himself, unsure of what to expect. He then saw a big, heavy bald man dressed in some strange blue suit at the doorway. He looked down at him, a noncommittal look in his face. Hook stared back at him, unsure of what the man was going to do.
"Rough night?" he said finally after a few moments of silence.
"You could say that" said Hook, a little surprised at the man's reaction.
The man chuckled to himself and said "Yeah I've been there before buddy. I once met this crazy chick that I hooked up with and she ended up leaving me hand-cuffed in the bathroom. Ha. Well let's see of getting you out."
The man left and returned a minute later with some pliers and was able to cut the handcuffs. Hook immediately got up, a big smile on his face. "Thank you kind sir" he said to the man.
The man stood there watching him, looking at his hook, at his clothes.
"Wait a minute" he said. "I know who you are. You're one of those pirates from that pirate movie right? Oh what's it called…. Oh Pirates of the Caribbean right? You do know it's not Halloween right, unless you were roleplaying for your lady friend."
Hook just stood there staring at the man. "I have no idea what you're talking about. What the hell is a Halloweeny?"
"Halloween. It's a holiday, where people dress up in costumes" he said.
"Well this is no costume. I really am a pirate" he said.
"Sure you are" said the man, rolling his eyes in amusement. Hook was not amused however, but he figured he had no time to argue with this man, he had to get back to his ship. He turned on his heels and walked out the door.
He got out onto the street, looking around, trying to remember the way back to the docks. Strange place this Manhattan was he thought. There was so much noise, so many strange looking buildings, so many people walking around in such hurry. After quite some time walking around he finally got back to the docks. He walked over to the spot where he had left his ship. He took a step to where the gangplank should be, but instead there was only air, and he ended up plummeting down into the cold waters of the ocean. He quickly raised himself to the surface, shivering. He slammed a fist down into the surface of the water, splashing water onto his face. They took his bloody ship as well! He was furious. No one, no one sailed the Jolly Roger but him. The Crocodile must have taken it, hoping to get back to Storybrooke in time to save himself. But Hook took some comfort in knowing that not even magic could save him from the poison. But they still had his ship, and now he had no way of getting back.
He grabbed the edge of the dock and raised himself up, using his arms to push himself up. It took a great amount of force and pain, but he was able to pull himself up, now sitting on the edge, soaking wet. He had to come up with a plan and fast. But he didn't know what… He had no money, he was stuck in a strange place he didn't know, and he was dressed as a pirate. He was surprised no one had said anything yet, besides that man in the small room who said he had a costume on. Costume… hmm perhaps people would just think he had a costume on. Sure that worked, but he would still be drawing a lot of attention.
He heard his stomach grumbling, he was hungry. He should probably get some food that will help him think. He got up and walked back to the streets. He then heard a man screaming something about a hot dog? No it couldn't be… people actually ate dogs in this land? He walked over to the man who had a little metal cart with him, and strange rotation object hidden behind a glass box. The man asked "what can I get for you sir?"
"You're selling dogs?" Hook asked curiously and a bit disgusted.
"Yep best Hot Dogs in New York" he said proudly.
"Why would you eat a dog? That's disgusting" said Hook.
"You're joking right?" asked the man. When Hook didn't respond the man said. "It's not an actual dog dude, we just call it a hot dog."
"Oh" said Hook a bit relieved. "Then what is it made of?"
"It's made of… stuff. Now are you going to order something or what?" asked the man a bit irritated.
"No thanks" he said, walking away. He walked for a couple of blocks until he found a some tables and chairs outside this restaurant. The sign said "Pizza Hut" and Hook quickly struck a confused glance. What the hell was a pizza, he thought. And what was it doing in a hut? He looked down at the table and saw a piece of some kind of food in the shape of the triangle. It seemed to have some cheese on the top. No one was at the table so he decided to pick up the triangle and walk away. This would have to do he thought. He raised the triangle shaped food to his mouth and took a bite. Immediately his eyes widened in pleasure as he heard a woman complaining about her pizza being gone. So that's what it was called, pizza. He liked it. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He finished the slice of pizza rather quickly, and when he was done he crumpled up the paper plate and threw it away. He was still hungry though. He really wanted some more pizza. He decided to lean against the side of one of the buildings to think.
Every time people passed by him they would stare, some muttering to themselves or whoever they were with. Hook eyed them curiously wondering what they would do. Suddenly a little boy walked up to him. Hook looked down at him with an unamusing glare.
"Wow are you really Captain Hook?" he asked smiling up at him.
"Ah so you've heard of me lass?" he said, bending down so he was eye to eye with the little boy.
"Everyone knows who you are" he said. "What are you doing in New York? Shouldn't you be in Neverland getting you're revenge on Peter Pan?"
Hook gave him a confused look. "Pan? Why would I do that?"
"Because he cut off your hand and fed it to the crocodile" he said.
Hook squinted his eyes a bit and let out a small sigh. "Where did you hear that lass?"
"It's in my book. Here you can see it." He reached into his backpack and pulled out his Disney Peter Pan book. He opened up the book and flipped through the pages, showing Hook. "See?"
Hook took a close look at the page in front of him. He saw a pirate in a ridiculous amount of red clothing, with a stupid red hat with a purple feather. He had a twirly mustache and long black hair. Hook then saw the hook on his hand and realized that it was supposed to be him. "What the hell?!" he asked, snatching the book from the kid angrily. "I do not look like that. Look at me I am hideous! Who the hell drew this crap? They didn't even put my hook in the right arm. Who did this, I demand to know!"
"I don't know" said the boy as he shrugged his shoulders. "It's a book from Disney so."
"Disney. Where can I find this Disney? I will cut his throat with my hook for drawing me in such a horrid way!" he said angrily.
The kid just looked at him. Finally Hook calmed down and gave him the book back. "That book is all wrong, why do you read that?"
"It's not wrong, this is your story" said the kid.
"No it's not. Pan didn't cut my hand off, the crocodile did."
"The crocodile? You mean tick tock? How did he do that? They can't use a sword" asked the kid confused.
"Tick Tock? No nonon you got it all wrong. It wasn't a literal crocodile, it was that imp Rumplestilskin."
"Rumple-what-ha?" asked the kid, slightly moving his head to the side.
Hook rolled his eyes, annoyed. Boy, he didn't know who the hell this Disney was, but if he was going to write a story about him he shouldn't have at least gotten it right. He decided to tell the kid the story about how he met Rumplestilskin, fell in love with his wife, took her away, and then saw him again years later. How he came and ripped her heart out right in front of him, taking away his very being, everything he loved. He was quite animated as he told his story, and once he was done, he noticed that a bunch of people had gathered around him. Once he was done they all clapped. Some of them even gave him a green piece of paper before they left. He eyed it curiously.
"What's this supposed to be?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Its money" said the kid. "You know so you can buy stuff."
"Ah…. Like pizza?" asked Hook.
"Yeah. Do you want me to show you?" asked the kid.
"I would love that lass" he said. The little kid held out his hand, and Hook hesitated for a moment, but he took it with his hooked hand, as his other hand was holding the money.
"So what do people just go around giving away money?" he asked.
"Nope. I think that they thought you were a performer, so they decided to give you some money."
Hook smiled, he was starting to like Manhattan. They ended up at another pizza hut. They entered the restaurant and the little boy helped Hook order some pizza. He ended up ordering 3 slices, two for himself, and one for the kid. They sat at the table, eating.
"What's your name kid?" asked Hook, taking a big bite of his slice.
"Harry" said the little kid.
"Nice to meet you Harry. We haven't been properly introduced. Killian Jones. But you already know me as Hook."
"Killian Jones?" said Harry, confused. "No your name is James Hook."
"James…. Hook?" repeated Hook. "What kind of stupid name is that? Gosh that Disney character sure loves to just make shit up."
Harry just shrugged, dropping the subject. Suddenly the door burst open. Two police officers and a young woman with brown hair walked him. "Harry" she called out!
Harry turned around and smiled. "Mom!"
"Omg Harry" she said, embracing her son in a tight hug. Hook looked on. The brunette was cute he thought. "Where have you been? I was worried sick! Did that man take you?!" She asked, eyeing Hook.
"What? I didn't bloody kidnap anyone" he said, rising from the table angrily.
The two police officers quickly walked over to him. One of them grabbed a hold of his arms and slammed him onto the table, while the other one got his cuffs out.
"No mom that's Captain Hook. He didn't kidnap me I was helping him out!" said Harry.
"Harry that is just some crazy guy dressed up" said the mom. "Come on we have to go."
"No but I have to help Captain Hook!" said Harry. He tried to go towards Hook, but his mom picked him up and took him away.
"So you like kidnapping little children do you Hook?" asked one of the police men, tauntingly.
"What no, that is preposterous" he said, trying to get away from the two men.
"Sure it is". One of the officers looked down at his hook. "Hey Fred look at the hook. Seems legit huh?"
"Yeah where'd you get it Party City?" said Fred, as the two men laughed.
Hook rolled his eyes. He had had enough of this shit. He noticed that the two officers were just standing there, laughing together. They hadn't handcuffed him yet, so he quickly bolted of the restaurant and ran as fast as he could. He wanted to take one of those mechanical carriages but they didn't have any horse to pull it, and after getting hit by one he decided it was better not to. Instead he slashed one of the tires with his hook, thinking that would keep them from using the mechanical carriage. He had the two cops behind him, screaming at him, but after a few blocks he was able to lose them.
Once they were gone, he decided it was best for him to get the hell out of here. He decided to head into the street and stands right in front of an oncoming carriage. The carriage stopped abruptly and the man inside sticked his head out the window and started shouting at him.
"Hey buddy if you want me to stop, then just whistle or something, don't jump in front of the street you idiot!"
Hook quickly walked over to the side of the carriage. It was yellow with a black checkered patent on the side. "Can you get me to Storybrooke?" he asked.
"Storybrooke?" he asked. "Where the hell is that?"
Hook thought back to when he was in Storybrooke, getting ready to leave for Manhattan. He remembered that the map said Maine. He took out the map from his pocket and showed it to the man.
"Maine?" he said. "You want me to go all the way to Maine?"
Hook impatiently showed him his hook, crossing it over his face. "You will take me to this town or I will kill you" he said angrily through gritted teeth.
"Ok man, sure whatever you want" he said, nervously. "Get in."
Hook got in, and the car went off, off to Storybrooke.
Hope you like it I have a feeling we probably won't see Hook in Manhattan so I thought it would be fun to come up with what might happen as he is trying to get back. Please feel free to leave a review!
This story was inspired by a conversation in the podcast "OncePodcast" check it out, it's a great podcast for OUAT!