Short, a little twisted, but ok.
Evil man's stereotypical paradise dream.
Like sitting on a tropical island in the sun, yet Hook style.
It was a sunny afternoon and the birds were chirping. Hook was sun baking on the deck of his ship, with Mr. Smee holding a platter of cigars and a jug of rum, just for Hooks own convenience. Hook opened his eyes, looked up to the sky, holding his hook high in the air and admiring the way it glinted in the sun.
He looked to his left, to see a pair of green boots. His chest swelled with pride, looking at the shiny scales. These boots were his pride and joy, made from pure crocodile skin. The skin from the creature who had been after his blood for years. Now, he had finally gotten his revenge, the only remnants of that wretched creature were to be forever used by Hook, to walk all over.
Hook got up, stretched, and slipped the boots onto his feet.
I am finally inside you creature, but not in your stomach where you wanted!
Hook found this thought hilarious and let out a loud bark of a laugh. God it felt good to laugh, he hadn't found anything funny in so long.
He went for a wonder around the ship, allowing his feet to lead the way. It seemed that his feet wanted to go to his cabin, so that's where he went.
Hanging from the roof were the corpses of Peter, Wendy and Tiger Lilly. James voice rang out with laughter and triumph. He couldn't remember how he had killed them, he supposed that was a previous dream, but he knew that it was because of him that they were dead.
How he knew that? Their remains were in a state so gruesome, that it was hard for even his twisted mind to comprehend, even if it was a brilliant dream.