Author's Note: Thank you to those who have read my story thus far! This is a short chapter giving necessary insight on Captain Hook. Enjoy!

Captain Hook was unhappy. He trudged through the island's landscaping as it began to rain. Hook hated the rain here.

Earlier in the day, Hook had been attacked by the infernal crocodile. Hook was completely terrified of Mr. Crocodile ever since Peter Pan cut off the captain's hand and threw it to the reptile. Hook still had nightmares about that tragic day. Peter made Hook's blood boil. His dream was to see Peter walk the plank and be fed to that very same crocodile.

Hook hated Neverland. Every single pirate in his crew knew it. The worst part of it was, Neverland seemed to hate Captain Hook. The mermaids and the Indians hated Hook and would often go out of their way to attempt to get rid of his presence on the island. The Indians would shoot arrows, throw spears, and even set traps all over the island for the pirates. The mermaids, sort of fond of the other men, would attempt to drown Hook just for the fun of it. Even the island itself seemed to hate the man.

After escaping the jaws of Mr. Crocodile, Hook had set foot on land. The skies immediately turned black and started a torrential downpour on the corrupted sailors. Captain Hook, so full of hate, was miserable in his newly ruined coat and pants. They were pathetic protection from the rain. Not to mention all of the pirates were already soaked from jumping overboard. There was no hope of them ever getting dry. Captain Hook was furious.

The fact is, Neverland had driven Hook insane. Hook had nothing, nobody really cared for him, save possibly loyal Mr. Smee. Perhaps that's why Smee had been first-mate for so long. Hook just needed somebody, even a fool, to care for him.

"We must find Peter Pan and destroy him!" announced Hook viciously.

The crew grumbled to themselves. Today would just be another long day going after a pointless cause that didn't benefit the crew at all.

"Do we know where Peter is?" asked Smee.

"Yes, you fool. We found his hideout some time ago. We must go on foot to the Lost Boys' home," ordered Hook.

The pirates looked at each other uneasily. Crossing the island of Neverland with Captain Hook at the lead was almost suicide. At the very least there was bound to be trouble.

"Get moving," ordered Mr. Smee.

The crew members, although never taking Smee seriously, listened. Smee is practically Hook's megaphone. Refusing to listen to Smee was refusing to listen to Hook himself, and the consequences typically involved walking the plank.

The pirates had crossed the island on foot many times before, so they didn't need any map telling them which way to go. However, they much preferred using the Jolly Roger to get from here to there.

They began to cross through the jungle, avoiding contact with mermaids or Indians. Unfortunately, Captain Hook found himself knee-deep in wet sand and was quickly sinking.

"Smee!" cried Hook.

The pirates, having encountered quicksand on the island before, lethargically threw ropes they were carrying to the captain. Hook grabbed them and held on for dear life. Smee barked orders, much like a toy poodle, to the crew. Finally, Hook was out of danger, or at least from the quicksand, as he angrily stepped on the firm ground.

"Hurry up, you scurvy scum!" yelled Hook angrily to the pirates.

They moved a little faster for about five minutes, then went back to the same slow pace. None of them were in any rush.

The corrupt sailors continued to walk through the exotic island for the rest of the day. As beautiful as it was, none stopped to marvel at any of the island's flora or fauna. If they stopped the flora or fauna would decide to attack Captain Hook. After the sun set, they finally arrived at the Lost Boys' hideout.

Hook gave a wicked grin and took out his pistol. He put a finger to his lips and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He frowned and knocked again. One of the pirates coughed.

"Perhaps nobody's home?" asked Smee.

"That's impossible where else would they go?" responded Hook angrily.

Hook shot a hole in the door. Still, no sounds could be heard from inside. The pirates broke down the door and invaded the hideout. There wasn't a soul in sight, whether child or fairy.

"Blast this! Where are they?" exclaimed Hook, completely furious.

The pirates looked at each other, unsure what Hook wanted to hear.

"Perhaps they found a new hideout?" asked Mr. Smee thoughtfully.

Captain Hook turned to Smee, completely furious. The pirates, soaked to the bone, tired, hungry, with no shelter glared at Hook. One pirate with a pink shirt lay down on one of the beds and took off his boots.

"I'm resting here, I don't care," he said angrily.

Captain Hook glared at him and lifted his hook threateningly, but Smee smiled.

"Great idea, then when they come back we'll be here waiting for them!" said Mr. Smee logically.

Hook smiled, suddenly liking Smee again.

"Yes, we'll wait here for them," he agreed.

The other crew members shrugged, hoping they would get a good night's sleep for once. The crew was just happy they had shelter from the wretched island. Perhaps the island could be paradise for them, a place where they could be free, but they were bound to Captain Hook.

Captain Hook hated the island and everything it stood for. Neverland allowed its residents to stay young forever, pausing their lives so they could enjoy who they were at that very point in their life. Captain Hook hated himself and who he was. The island prevented Hook from ever changing, and therefore formed a formidable enemy for Peter Pan himself. Peter Pan was stuck as a child, Captain Hook was stuck as a bitter grown-up, the one thing Peter hated.

Neverland hated grown-ups, just like Peter. Neverland cursed them and did its best to dispose of them. Captain Hook needed to leave, soon, or the island itself would murder him. Hook was doomed to never get his revenge on Peter Pan.