"Old! Alone! Done for! Old! Alone! Done for!"
The whole ship was chanting the dark mantra as they watched Hook fall lower and lower in the sky.
The hungry crocodile, which had been waiting to take another bite out of Hook for as long as the people of Neverland could remember, waited below with his mouth open wide. Hook desperately tried to think happy thoughts, but nothing could drown out the chanting.
Done for, that's what he truly believed he was until he saw young Wendy pressed up against the railing and looking up at him with a terrified eyes. After all that he had put her though, the fact that she still seemed worried about it well being was heartwarming. And with that he was able to fly a little higher, just out of the reach of the crocodile.
But chanting aboard the Jolly Roger soon grew louder and Hook began to sink once more.
Wendy spun around to face the crowd of pirates and Lost Boys with a disgusted look on her face.
"Stop it! Stop it all of you!" Wendy cried.
This silenced many of the Lost Boys, who dared not disobey their mother.
But there were still many who continued chanting, and of course Peter. Hook seemed to be losing hope and looked up toward the sky for what he thought would be the last time.
"Stormy seas! Gun fire! Stories! A friend!" Wendy shouted to Hook, trying desperately to help the man that both frightened her and fascinated her.
He smiled slightly and was able to fly, not so gracefully, toward the ship.
Wendy quickly reached her hand out to help Captain Hook back aboard and as far away as possible from the hungry crocodile below. The moment his feet hit the deck, everyone grew dangerously silent and backed away. And those few pirates that had stayed to witness their captain's demise, quickly jumped ship.
"Wendy, what did you do that for?" Peter asked angrily as he swooped down and landed on the railing of the ship.
He stood looking down at the young girl with his arms crossed, waiting for a good answer.
"Peter don't you understand? This is not one of your silly little games! This is real Peter, not pretend!" Wendy yelled, the frustration she was feeling clear in her voice.
"But Wendy… he's old! It doesn't matter." he said as if it were obvious.
Wendy looked at Peter and could not believe her ears as he jumped from the railing and came towards her.
"You were going to kill him." She said slowly, like she did when she was trying to explain things to young Michael.
"Who cares?" He asked, shrugging and laughing.
Then, for the first time since Wendy had arrived in Neverland, she was truly frightened of the great Peter Pan. Her thoughts then turned to Hook, the man she had always hated, but only because Peter told her she should. Now as she looked at Hook she finally realized why he hated Peter so much, it was his assertiveness, his pride, his lack of concern towards others.
"I do." Wendy finally whispered.
Peter wrinkled his nose at the idea and crossed his arms. The Lost Boy's all gasped and began to whisper to one another.
"Wendy, come on, you're sounding like a grown up and I don't wanna play with any stupid grown up." He said scowling at her.
"I am very sorry Peter, but perhaps you should take me home then." Wend said sadly.
Peter shook his head stubbornly and flew into the air.
"I don't help grownups!" He shouted before flying off in the direction of his hideout, with Tinkerbell right beside him.
"Peter! Peter, come back here right now! How are we supposed to get home?" She screamed, but Peter was already too far away to hear her.
Wendy then turned to look at her brothers, who ran and threw their arms around their sister.
"Wendy, I miss mother." Michael cried.
Wendy bent down and hugged her youngest brother and then looked up at John who had tears welling up in his bespectacled eyes. She stood and took him in her arms as well.
"It's all right you two, I promise. I'll find a way to get you home." She whispered.
Hook watched this exchange with fascination, wondering why this young girl had risked her own well being for his. Growing uncomfortable with the Darling's emotional display, he cleared his throat.
"Miss Darling." Hook then said, stepping forward.
The poor girl jumped and turned to face him, pushing her brothers behind her.
"Captain." She said, with a small curtsy.
Wendy's heart seemed to beat a little faster when she saw Hook and she couldn't tell if it was out of fear or something else. Something she didn't quite understand yet.
"Perhaps you and I could talk in private, Miss Darling?" He asked, looking around at all the Lost Boys who were all either scowling or looking at him in fear.
Hook's forget-me-not blue eyes flashed red at the sight of the disrespectful young boys glaring in his direction, but he quickly composed himself and held his right arm out for the girl. Wendy looked up at him and nodded before lightly placed her arm on his.
As they walked toward the captain's quarters she could hear Mr. Smee's voice ringing back on deck. She smiled slightly as she realized he must have decided that it was safe to return now that the captain was out of sight.
Wendy then glanced at the sinister hook, but not out of fear anymore... for now Wendy believed that this man did have some good left in him.