* Introduction*
Janeal (Jan-Ell) was daughter of Captain Hook. Cool, right? No, not at all. You see, Captain Hook kept his Daughter to himself, all those painstaking years. Peter Pan was oblivious to this, and Captain Hook was going to use his very daughter, Janeal, as a weapon. "When Pan finds out, he'll realize he's not the only one inscrutable around here!" Hook muttered.
Janeal's POV (Point of View)
"Oh how I do hate myself for following my Father's path!" I sobbed. "My Father is the complete antithesis of innocuous!" I was still sobbing. I did not know who this Peter Pan was, only that my Father talked so horribly about him, always cursing under his breath, and, would always deprecate him.
I heard my Father storming down the ship's wooden, and chipped, stairs. I could smell Achohol, knowing that he'd been drinking again. Finally, he stood before me, rubbing his hook, when he growled: "It's Time." I gasped, but either way, he dragged me by the arm all the way to where Peter Pan was standing. I stood in awe. He was.. Well handsome. He brownish-red hair, and brown eyes. But even gazing into his eyes, sent you to places you've never been before. Peter Pan must have noticed this, for he shifted awkwardly.
Instead of fighting his foe, My Father smiled. "Well Pan, I'm sure you wouldn't harm this girl, would you?" Peter Pan laughed. "Hook, I'm sure you know that using her as you're body guard isn't going to stop me from fighting you." For a second, My Father looked taken aback, but then sneered. "Aw, but this girl, Janeal, she's my daughter."
Peter Pan gasped. "I knew you had a secret!" Expecting more than this, Father looked puzzled. "Father, let me go!" I screamed, squirming in the uncomfortable grasp. Peter Pan put his sword in Father's face. "You willlet her go!" Peter Pan's determination made me admire him. Peter Pan hit my Father's head. Father winced, but took out his sword, and hit Peter's sword. A rhythm of clanking had begun, and I inched away from the scene.
I gathered boiling water from the stove into a bucket,(Intentionally mean't for Smee's tea), and was deviously plotting to spill it over Father's head. Before he can catch me and my egregious deed, I will be off on my own adventure, free from Father's prison. Of course, some things are said better before they are done, but I would not give up. I crept down the cellar where they were now fighting, and I winked at Peter Pan. Peter Pan noticed, and begun laughing. Father turned around, and before he could choke me, I poured the boiling water on his head. SPLASH!
