Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or any part of the story from the movie.
I swear I come up with the weirdest ideas late at night. This is the result. Enjoy.
Entry 27
Today, dear diary, I will be treating you to a marvelous poem that I wrote. It's about that confounded crocodile of all things, but it's very good and I just know that you'll enjoy it. It's called 'The Cursed Clock.'
I hate the sound of a ticking clock.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
It's like foot steps always following behind me
or the angry buzz of a ready to sting bee.
I can hear the ticking in my dreams.
I'm even haunted there it seems.
I see a tail swishing to and fro
and watch as eyes bounce high and low.
That crocodile is after me again,
it seems he will not rest 'til when
he has eaten more than just my hand.
And my crew just does not understand.
They look at me and think, 'What the heck?'
as they watch me run across the poop deck.
The lot of them are worthless dogs,
perhaps I should trade them for hogs.
Then maybe I could get that croc off my meet,
my life to no longer depend on running feet.
It's all the fault of that cursed Peter Pan.
How can he, a child, thwart me, a man?
Each time I think I've got him, he takes to the air.
I never get to win and it just isn't fair.
ARGH! CURSE YOU, PETER PAN!
Sorry diary about that rip there, I'm sure that I can fix it. But isn't the poem beautiful? I though of it while I was watching the sun set on the horizon and I heard that blasted crocodile following my ship. He ruined that moment for me. He's ruined my life that croc has. I can't even hear the faint ticks of a pocket watch without jumping in the air and having my hair stand on end. Curse that Peter Pan for ever feeding it my hand! Curse you, Peter Pan!
I know that this is really nothing, but a silly poem. That's all it's supposed to be though. I tired to make the poem as goofy as I could without just being random. I hope it was enjoyed. I also know that this is completely out of character for Captain Hook, which is again, done intentionally. With all Hook's problems with Peter and Mr. Smee, he has to have some one rational to talk to honestly. Cue diary. I don't know if I'll write any more entries, but I had fun with this one and I hope you did too.
I know that it's a short fic, but I'd still love to hear thoughts on it. Especially if anyone has any ideas for further entries. :D