It was, at this moment, that I saw Captain James T. Hook for what he really was. No stiff demeanor and hateful glances stood in the way anymore. I saw what was once a lonely and arrogant man…swallow the great pride his very soul was composed of and grow up. I first knew the man that was indeed old, alone, and done for. I used to laugh and remember that day, what a sight I'd sailed in on. Now it holds no more hilarity for me.

His piercing blue forget-me-not-eyes that burned with utter loathing and yet, a strong passion that refused to be denied. Those eyes, hauntingly melancholy, turned an evil shade of crimson as he cut down every man that was foolish enough to stand in front of him.

His dark hair curled down his back, swaying with his graceful movements. Funny how one would describe the man as graceful. The arrogant ease with which he carried himself, the elegant swagger he retained even when cast into one of his deep rages, the handsome expression even when swearing…it was just too much. The puzzle that James Hook was, it's to complicated to categorize.

His counterpart, Peter Pan, was much easier to think of.

"All grown ups are pirates!" Yes, that's what he had said to me.

"Yes, boy. But not all pirates are bad." I had replied.

To this statement the boy had just laughed and took to the air, flying back to his precious island. To Peter, everything had seemed funny. To Peter, every game had no consequence and he had no singular regrets.

I'd give anything to have remained that way.

Whether I'd liked it or not, my crew and I had both been impacted by Captain James Hook and Peter Pan. The fact was, I had absolutely no say in the matter.