"This is all you're fault, isn't it?" he hissed at the boy, the storm rolling in and a clear sign that the ship wouldn't be on peaceful seas night. For days, there had been nothing but storms, raging waters and waves that never allowed the seas a single moment's rest, and his crew was near exhaustion trying to keep things afloat, trying to keep damage to his ship to a minimum.
The boy just looked back at him with that grin of his, that smile and smirk that held knowledge beyond what the pirate could even ever hope to comprehend. He approached Hook, who stood tall and still, glaring at the boy, the anger he felt at the entire situation palpable in the air. "Well? It is, isn't it? These storms are your fault, your doing?"
With a simple smirk and nod, Pan disappeared, his only answer the continuing silence.