Hello everybody, and welcome to the first fanfic of (hopefully) a new era. I would just like too say that I don't own any of the right to Peter Pan or any of the characters within.

"Pan is dead!" Hook yelled, sheathing his bloody sword, around him storm clouds boiled into the skies and the sea turned to ice, Neverland was mourning the death of its king.

Rain fell around him, heavy droplets that slowly diluted and spread the blood, blood that slowly spread across the dark oaken timbers where Wendy and the lost boys lay bound. There was utter silence. The world seemed to have stopped and even the sound of the rain seemed dulled, for Pan was dead killed by Hooks own long-sword.

The silence was dispelled with a great thunderclap, the herald of woe. Lightning streaked the skies and in their camp on the apex of the island the Indians look up from their smoke towards the ship outline in lightning. Hooks cruel smile grew longer still, mutating into a smirk of triumph as it stretched beneath that long nose. The pirates and the lost boys stared at the body, scarcely believing it was true. For Pan was dead.

Wendy's tears mixed with the rain and fell to the floor in great drips of sorrow. She could not believe it, for, though at times she had hated him, in her true heart she had liked him. Loved him even, though of that she was still unsure.

"It can't be," she whispered through clenched lips, as the lighting again pieced the sky like a dagger. "He can't be dead, he can't." Another tear trickled from his eye towards the timber.

As if in slow motion the Captain turned to face her, his hook circling his eye. He slowly walked towards her, long strides banging on the deck. He raised his hook and placed it under her chin, forcing her blue eyes to stare into his darkened pits. "He is." He whispered it slowly, savouring the very words and the pain that was in her eyes, "He is dead."

He whirled back to look at his crew, "He is dead," He whispered again, unused to such finality. Then he yelled it, "HE IS DEAD!" The crew cheered and yelled, while Smee tried to slip, unnoticed back onto the ship. "But a moments silence please to remember him, he died showing good form." Hook said, quieting them, a moment passed, maybe two and the ship was silent again, but for the creaking of the timbers and finally a slow, ominous tick.

Hook whirled again, drawing his sword, still stained with Peters blood, "The crocodile," he said, "This time he shall have Pan not me, he has come for me but will have Pan. Lift the body, boys"

The pirates rushed forwards, eager to do their masters will, pulling the bloodstained body over their shoulders and then throwing it over the side, the ticking stopped after the splash to be replaced by a far worse, more brutal sound.

Hook smiled again, "I think, boys, this deserves a celebration." The storm crackled again and the rain hammered down ever more ferociously as the Pirates cheered that proclamation, "However," Hook silenced them again, "That does leave one problem, what to do with these children? What do you think boys?"

They cheered again and various tortures where called out, from simple execution to roasting over burning hot coals and then the plank, Hook smiled, "You know that I think boys." He said slowly, "I think where rather out of powder monkeys and storytellers, that's what I think. Take the boys below and take her," he spat at Wendy, "To my cabin. Tie the boys down below, we shall deal with them in due course."

One by one they were carried below, hauled roughly down the steps to the gun decks before being tightly bound to the cannon with heavily tarred ropes. Wendy was carried into Hooks quarters and there set free with only her arms bound. Then the pirates broke out the rum, it was a merry night upon the Jolly Rodger, though the storm howled around them, for Pan was dead.

Thanks for reading guys, as some of my older readers might have guess this is a re-write of an earlier unfinished fan fiction. While I thought that one had a lot of potental I also felt that it was poorly written and riddled with errors-besides, I wrote when i was twelve, so what do you expect?

Now a few little requests. First off, please, read and review. They really help with the process and provide me with encouragement to keep writing.

Secondly, beta reading. I am, as you may have guessed, a little dislexic and if anybody would like to volounteer as my beta that would be awsome. Thanks.

I love you all (especally if you've read this far :D) so thats a lot

BrooklynRed x