Before Atlantica
3-Hook's Plan
Hook dragged himself unto the seemingly safe ledge. Mr. Smee, his right-hand pirate; had finally got the crocodile to leave him alone. Caressing his bleeding arm, Hook was growing impatient. He had waiting long enough for Smee to return with the stitches.
"SMEE!" he shouted, his voice rough. "I WANT ME ARM TO STOP BLEEDING! NOW!" Hook took a chance and glanced at the place his hand used to be. "Blast that boy! Didn't his mother tell him about respecting his elders? Tsk, tsk... SMEE!"
"I'ma comin' Capt'n!" Smee shouted back, his small feet bouncing through the reddened sand. "What an evil thing to do to nature," he muttered to himself, eyeing Hook's trail of thick, dark red blood. His eyes on the trail, Smee didn't notice the small rock that lay in his path. His foot tripped over it and he fell, spilling the first-aid supplies around him. Cake-faced, he scrambled back to his feet, hurrying to pick up the fallen things. When he reached the captain, he immediately began to close up Hook's arm.
"Oh, Smee. What'm I gonna do with that boy? What was his name again? He cut off my hand and threw it to the awaiting crocodile! Now all that creature wants is me!" Hook complained to Smee, which is ritual after any sword fight.
"Peter Pan, Capt'n. The kid's name is Peter Pan."
"Peter Pan. Psht. What a ridiculous name. Suits him. Next time he boards me ship I'm gonna cut off his hand and see how he feels! If he evens feels at all. He's just a boy." Justaboy.Justaboy.He replayed over and over in his head.
"Yes, Capt'n. He's just a lil' mischievous boy. He wouldn't feel love or anything really. Now calm down. You need ya rest."
Just a boy... Who can't love...Just a lil' boy... "Why, yes, Smee. Just a boy," Hook said in the tone he uses when he gets a plan.
"Did you here how a new mermaid was born recently? A princess too."
A baby girl, a boy... who can't love. Love, growing up... "Why Smee! THAT'S IT!" Hook shouted, his arm jerking.
Smee scrambled to keep Hook's bandages on. "Wha-wha-what's it Capt'n?" he stuttered, always nervous of Hook's plans.
Hook played with his mustache, his blue eyes glowing with evil. "We'll make Peter fall in love. When the new mermaid grows older and wants something more, we'll simply find a way to make him a merman so he won't be flying around in the sky like a stupid lil' duck! And then... he'll leave me alone because he won't want his precious girl to get killed."
"Oh, Capt'n, I don't know if you want to do that. Messin' with NeverLand's flow like that."
"What did you say, Smee?" Hook jeered.
"I-I said it was-a, was-a good ide-e-e-a, Capt'n. We'll, get rid of the-the boy with ma-ma-magic Capt'n."
Hook smiled slyly, satisfied with his plan. "NOW GET ME SOME KINDA REPLACEMENT FOR ME HAND, preferably a hook. AND STEP ON IT!" Hook ordered.
"Aye, aye, Capt'n." Smee said, saluting. He turned on his heels and ran as fast as his little legs could go back to the ship, the Jolly Roger.
"No sooner do I get rid of that funny talking teen Dylan DeVantier, Peter Pan comes. And now this crocodile too!" Hook muttered to himself.
Author's Note:
Copyright infringment not intended.
Dylan DeVantier is an Irish boy, age 16(10 when he lived in NeverLand) who used to be Hook's nemesis. He is an original character I created. By the luck of a four-leaf clover, Dylan spotted his first love on NeverLand after one of his daily trips to Ireland(like Wendy and Peter). He flew back to Ireland, and never returned. He'll be back though, I gaurantee it. That is when Peter began his adventure in NeverLand. So, in terms of birth years, Peter is older than Dylan but Dylan's time spent on Earth made him older than Peter. Just to clarify, since he's an original character(can't help the want of adding one original in any fanfic). He is my creation even though I don't mind the usage of him as long as I read the story and see how he's used.