The life of piracy was once the enjoyable thing about life, he's becoming a bit too old to pillage and plunder; not that he would let his crew know. He started planning ways of bouncing back and becoming the most feared pirate in the world, but here they are stuck in Neverland and no way to get out.
He developed a strong hatred for the flying boy quite quickly and just the thought of him made him cringe in disgust. He wondered about Pan's parents and if they missed him... he also wondered why the girl Wendy left; she seemed upset that he wouldn't love her or attempted to grow up.
Hook also felt a pang of jealously sometimes and well, he wished he could be young forever the little twerp indeed took this into praise over and over again, while he was called a cod-fish and old; well, yes he is old, but putting labels is rude. He was tormented by the boy non-stop, but now that the Wendy girl was gone along with the lost boys (not that there wasn't new ones, just the ones he was use to were gone) and Pan hadn't shown his face since the whole battle on his ship; he did end up surviving that blasted crocodile, in fact he even managed to kill the beast.
James hated Peter with a passion, yet he was getting bored with the boy's sudden disappearance. He sat in his office chair and looked down at the map where he had marked the secret hide-out of Peter Pan and wondered if the boy wouldn't mind him crashing his more for a little fun... With a smile on his face that seemed to dark to even be thought as sweet he called for Mr. Smee.
The poor old friend was older than him and it sometime scared him that one day his old caretaker and only friend would just fall apart or worse die. He never cared much for another humans life, but Smee was like that father figure when he needed one; even when he threaten the old man.
He heard a gentle knock on the door and he looked up, the only person who would bother him this early would the only person he trusted. With a loud mutter, Smee had entered. He was holding a tray with tea and some breakfast of toast and marmalade. He gave a small smile and met Smee half way, he's been far too different, but he can't let the man struggled and well, Smee's always on his feet; it's the least he can do. He let the older man sit in the chair and gave him one slice of his toast.
"James, you need not to worry about me. But, I think you should be nervous about how long Pan has been away. He isn't even attacking us when we touch the Island and well, I may sound pathetic... I think You should go check on him. He lost almost all of his friends and nearly died... Nearly lost the only entertainment in Neverland." Smee was right.
Smee hated that. Smee wouldn't be in the room with him longer no longer than 3 seconds and he would be able to read Hook's mind with ease. It would amaze anyone who didn't know their bond, but even people who did know it would ask Smee questions and all he would say is that 'the eyes are window's to the soul.'
"It would do the boy some good to remember who he is-"
"PETER PAN!" Hook and Smee looked to one another and they both couldn't help, but grin.
They hated the boy, but sometimes these battles were a tiny bit fun and made them all feel young. Racing out of his bunker he ran down the stairs and stopped when he saw the boy... not so much of a boy anymore... laying before all of them. His once small frame was now muscle and his dirty blond hair was shoulder length and his usual outfit seemed too small for him.
Hook blinked and slowly approached the boy-ish Peter Pan. He was nervous that this was some parlor trick and he would stab him or something along those lines. He was merely inches away from him and he bent down, nudging the motionless lump he noticed that Pan was just barely breathing.
I could leave him like this. I could let the little shit die and I would be free! Free to live my life the way I wanted to and the way the crew dreamed of, but I don't think I could leave him. He's just a child... he's too small to die at such a young age. Damn it!
Without a second thought he slung off his red coat and wrapped it around Pan with caution, lifting him into the captains arms he made his way back to his bunker, shortly followed by Smee and he could feel the crews eyes following you and watching you. He could feel their thought running through their heads and attacking him.
Pirate1: He's going soft isn't he?
Pirate2: No wonder he hasn't killed the child he cares about him.
Pirate3: I can't believe I'm following this idiot
He made his way into the hobble and Smee shut the door behind him. The older man fixed up the couch in his office for a bed and Hook looked down at the face of Pan he could hardly recognize the child, he was no child at all. He was in between childhood and adolescence, this frightened him and he called Smee over.
"This is Peter Pan right?" Smee and Hook stared at the boy.
"I believe so. He looks about 16 now... do you think he grew up?" Smee cocked his head.
"Impossible. Peter Pan the boy who never grew up... Unless something made him grow up. What do you think?" James walked him over to the couch and placed him down.
"It's not impossible. Can you strip Pan down? I'm going to grab him clothes that fit." Hook nodded and the older man was gone.
Peter what happened to you? I swear, you couldn't have just grown up... if you have... what will happen to us? To Smee? And well to me? I don't think I'm ready to die yet and I'm not ready to allow any of my crew to die. Especially Smee, he's really the only person who cares about anything... anyone.
He sighed and started to undress the young adolescence, his face heated when he stared at the white flesh and the perked nubs that were up due to the cold winds. His body wanted to mark up that pale flesh with bruises of his presence, but his mind clearly told him that this was disgusting and that he needed to cover the young man up.
He walked into his bedroom and grabbed the nearest blanket and tossed it over the half naked boy; hiding Pan's face as well. He took one deep breath and removed the lower article of clothing. He let out a weird noise and looked away, grabbing the rest of the blanket and covered the rest of Peter.
"I'm back... Captain you look like you just seen a ghost." Smee saw the way James's eyes watched Peter's chest rise and fall.
"I feel as if I just signed my will Smee. I will not dress him you will. I on the other hand will be going to bed for a nap." Smee chuckled and bid his captain a good nap.
It was a short walk into the back room and he flopped onto his bed. He didn't even bother to take off his hook, he just felt so... tired. His mind flashed back to his skin and he groaned in arousal, then in frustration.
Why? Why does fate hate me?
He shook his head and closed his eyes ignoring the desire rising in his pants. The room started to darken and soon finally went to black. When Smee went to check on his son like figure and noticed to slight snore and knew he was going to have a nightmare, but there was no point of waking him; his subconscious and him need to talk. Beside he needs to make some new tea for when Pan wakes up.