A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile! I've been busy with school but here is chapter three which is a bit on the disgusting side (at least I think so). Please read and review!
Chapter 3
On Board the Jolly Roger
Standing on the gleaming white sand of the beach, Princess Tiger Lily gazed up at the dark pirate ship before her with a scowl on her face. Then, she gripped her dagger in her teeth and began to climb the rope ladder.
When she reached the top, her black eyes darted around the deck, but not a soul was in sight, dead or otherwise. When the three warriors had boarded the ship, she lead the way to Hook's cabin, her knife held at the ready.
The cabin was unguarded, so the Indians were able to slip inside with ease where Tiger Lily struck a match and by its light beheld the horrid sight before her.
Blood covered the floor, moist in some areas still. A dark shape was lying slumped against the wall, and when Tiger Lily stepped closer, she nearly fainted for the first time in her life.
Peter Pan was staring at her. His eyes were wide and vacant. His chest was covered in blood, and his face was pale and expressionless.
The Indian princess regained control of herself and began to silently mouth the ceremonial prayers for the dead taught to her by her people. As she chanted, the men moved around her. They found a chest full of bed linens (why a man such as Hook would have such a thing, Tiger Lily did not know) and quickly made a makeshift stretcher on which they laid the body of their guardian. They were careful to not touch the blood or the wound, which would be cleaned later when they returned to the village. They wrapped the body in a third blanket and bowed their heads respectfully as Tiger Lily finished her prayer.
"Your Highness, we beg you to allow us to slaughter the demon who has done this terrible deed," said one of the men.
Tiger Lily shook her head. "No, we must consult with our allies first. But the devil will brought to its knees and Pan will be avenged."
She bent down and brushed a strand of hair off of Peter's stiff face, her own eyes brimming with tears. She blinked furiously and cursed the captain of the Jolly Rodger to the farthest depths of the Deep Realm, for he had deprived her beloved island of its guardian and now who knew what terrors would fall upon Neverland.
Tiger Lily stood up and ordered, "Come. Let us be away from this vile ship. We must hurry to the village. I feel that the sky will begin to weep soon."
Her companions nodded and two of them raised the stretcher and its burden off of the floor. They had only taken a few steps, when Tiger Lily suddenly grasped the arm of one of the men. He paused and waited for her. She moved forward and in one slow motion closed Peter's eyes and whispered into his ear.
"Rest in peace, little white bird. May you be free to fly through the sky and the stars forever."
Then, she straightened up and she and the warriors left the cabin as silently as they had come.
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When they were standing on the beach once more, the party began to make their way back to the forest. When she head reached the first line of trees, Tiger Lily paused and turned around to look back at the pirate ship.
Then the rain started to fall.
The heavens had begun to weep.
The princess watched the rain fall for a moment before she entered the forest, leading the way back to the village.
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Unaware of the burglary that had occurred right under their noses, or more accurately above them, the ragged crew of the Jolly Roger stared attentively up at their captain, who had just risen to his feet.
None of the crew could remember a feast as grand as the one they had had tonight. For once, their stomachs ceased to growl as they were now bulging with delicious food. Their mugs were filled to the brim with whiskey which they drank heartily, not wanting to miss a moment of their good fortune.
It was all thanks to James Hook. Because of him, the crew would sleep soundly tonight without fear or worry, for their captain had finally prevailed over the great Peter Pan. With Hook's sword, the enemy of the pirates had died and all of Neverland would change.
The pirates did not dwell on this little detail for too long.
James Hook surveyed his crew with a small smile on his lips, all eyes were on him and the room was deadly quiet.
"Boys!" he began, his voice booming around the entire room. "Today is a day that shall go down in the history of this fine ship and its crew, for today Peter Pan was captured and killed. His fortunate demise now assures us that Neverland is in our grasp! What do you say to that?!"
The pirates roared and applauded their approval. Hook grinned and continued, "Feast your eyes upon his blood! The blood that is worth more than gold! The blood that when spilt ended the reign of our long sought enemy, Peter Pan!"
The pirates leapt to their feet, yelling wildly as Hook raised his sword high into the air. It was caked with dried blood, the blood of their enemy, the blood of Peter Pan.
When the excitement had died down, Hook spoke again, "Now, boys, I should like to ask you a few questions." He cleared his throat, raised his hook into the air and asked, "Who was it that cut off my hand?!"
"PETER PAN!" shouted the crew in unison.
"Who fed it to that damned overgrown lizard?!"
"PETER PAN!"
"Who has haunted our dreams for far too long?!"
"PETER PAN!"
"Who, pray tell me, boys! Who now lies dead in my cabin, never to taunt us again!
"PETER PAN!"
The entire crew leapt to their feet once more, yelling and banging their heavy mugs on the wooden table tops.
When they had resumed their seats, many red in the face from yelling and drinking, Hook asked them, "Now that Pan is dead, what shall we do with the body?"
"Burn him!" yelled Mullins. "Let the fires of Hell destroy him once and for all!"
"No, send him down to Davy Jones!" yelled Bill Jukes. "He will have a nice treat with Pan!"
"Yes, to Davy Jones below, that is what will await Pan!" Hook agreed. "But, for now get some sleep, lads. We shall send him off first thing in the morning!"
The pirates shouted their approval. Then, they slowly got to their feet and shuffled off to their bunks and collapsed in exhaustion. Hook climbed the stairs and came out onto the deck, where the rain was falling more steadily.
He stood on the deck, gazing out at the island that was now his to control. No one could stop him, for he would kill any who dared to fight him, kill them as he had killed Pan.
He heard footsteps behind him and turned swiftly to see his first mate, Smee, striding towards him, holding a lantern.
"Excellent speech, Cap'n," he said when he reached Hook. "What shall we do after we send Pan to Davy Jones?"
"We shall capture the fairies, the Indians, the Lost Boys and kill them all. We shall destroy everything that Peter Pan held dear," Hook replied.
"A very good plan, Cap't," Smee agreed, nodding.
"Of course there is one who could stop us," Hook commented, quietly.
"Who, Cap'n?"
"Wendy."
Smee snorted. "Wendy?! Isn't she a girl?"
"Exactly. She may choose to take Pan's place and will rally the Lost Boys to fight me." Hook answered. He stroked his chin, thoughtfully and added,"I expect there will be a battle in the near future. If not from the Lost Boys then from the Indians."
Smee shuddered. He didn't want to think about another battle when his captain had only recently succeeded in killing Peter Pan.
"Please, Cap'n, may I see Pan's body?" he asked.
Hook smiled at him and said. "Yes, Smee, but mind the blood."
Smee nodded and almost skipped over to the captain's cabin, the lantern swinging in his hand. He flung open the door and went inside, while Hook continued to stare out at Neverland.
A minute later, Smee came tearing out of the cabin, running so fast that he nearly fell on the slippery deck.
"Cap'n! He's gone!" Smee cried, when he reached Hook. "Pan's body is gone!"
"WHAT!" Hook turned on his heel and stormed over to his cabin. He yanked the lantern out of Smee's grasp and shined it around the room.
Dried blood covered the floor as he had expected, but the body of Peter Pan was no where to be seen.
"The Indians must have taken him!" cried Hook. "They must have come when we were below deck!"
"Shall we raid their village?" asked Smee hopefully, drawing out his cutlass.
"No," said Hook, softly. "Let them keep his wretched body, it does not matter to me. What matters is that Peter Pan is dead and I can now rest in peace."
"Er…I'm not so sure about that, Cap'n," said Smee uncertainly.
"Why?!" demanded Hook, rounding on him.
"Listen."
Hook listened and the sound that he heard made his blood run cold and his heart turn to stone.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, YOU IDIOT! MOVE!" Hook roared and he bolted out of the cabin as if death itself were chasing him.
But Smee stood rooted in his spot, listening to the ticking crocodile and Hook's yell as he ran below deck.
"PAN SENT IT! I KNOW HE DID!"
Smee shook his head and looked at the room where Peter Pan had met his end. Then he turned and left the cabin, closing the door behind him. He strode across the deck and down the steps after his terrified captain, as the rain came pelting down upon the deck.