Chapter (4):

The deal

"Smee!" yelled the angry black haired pirate as he hit the wooden table with his fist.

The old personal assistant trembled as he came nearer to his captain and his voice came out as a whisper," Yes, Captain!"

"This is all your fault." yelled the furious captain Hook at the old man threatening him with his hook.

" But, Captain,…." came out the shaking voice of Smee, who was now hiding behind the wooden piano that Hook always played on his sad music," Weren't you the one that ordered us to stay out of it so as not to ruin your brilliant plan."

"I never said that." came Hook's yell before he sat down on the chair facing the piano sighing," What am I going to do now?"

His hands started playing an old sad pirate song as he muttered," Not only did I lose that annoying little brat, but I also didn't get what THEY want from m…."

"Captain!"

Hook's face changed from anger into fear hearing the yells and screams from his crew on deck.

Climbing the staircase as fast as Hook and Smee could, the captain started to shiver on seeing the reason of his crew's panic. The ship was surrounded with complete darkness. Unlike the darkness of the usual night, no stars or moon could be visible. No single source of light was observed.

"Smee! They're here." Hook clutched Smee's clothes and kept shaking him back and forth," I couldn't get Her for them. I am…"

He was interrupted by a deep cold voice saying," Not Ready!"

Everyone raised their heads to look at the speaker. The silhouette of a young man of a muscular appearance was standing on the sail high above them.

As Hook's eyes got used to the darkness, he started to examine the speaker. His appearance didn't change much from last time.

His long shiny brown hair was still gathered behind his back with a white ribbon. His outfit composed mainly of a white shirt with a white vest on top. His white trousers were tugged into a pair of white boots. The young man had a pair of small green eyes, a large jaw and a small pointed nose.

"Such a shame I had to cross all this distance for nothing. Am I right, dear Hook?"

Hook couldn't put his finger on any excuse to say to this young man with sarcastic smile on his face.

The young man jumped from his location landing right in front of Hook who turned around seeking any help from his crew and managing to find none, for all of them were hiding behind anything they could find on the deck.

"The boy got help from they keyblade bearer!" whispered Hook as the young man locked eye contact with him.

"The key blade bearer, huh?" Hook heard the young man say still having that sarcastic tone in his voice.

Closing his eyes, the frightened captain recalled his last encounter with this young man.

Trembling, he opened his eyes slowly to see that the young man wasn't even looking at him. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts. Hook heard him whisper," She was right all along. That should be enough to stop all doubts."

Suddenly, he turned his gaze back to Hook and ordered him," Bring the key bearer here and I'll act on my own."

Swallowing hardly, Hook's reply was a slow nod trying to regain the young man's trust.

…..

Sora, Donald and Goofy were struggling through the tangling branches of the forest near Peter Pan's hideout in that wooden trunk. The three of the left to search for any signs of that huge serpent. After all, it wouldn't be that hard to find a serpent as huge as that. In the same time, they wanted to escape from the lost boys' noise.

"Jane should have come with us." said Sora as he walked through some bushes, "Those lost boys seem to be a little Looney."

"A little?" quacked Donald as he jumped over some bushes.

"A lot, you mean, Sora!" added Goofy before his head was hit by a branch he didn't see.

Suddenly, Sora saw his keyblade shaking in his hands and flying away from him.

"The keyblade!" shouted the three of them and hurried after it across the forest.

…

"Those stupid childish lost boys." complained Jane as she walked away from Peter's hideout. The lost boys, together with Peter Pan, their leader, had snatched her notebook and kept throwing it back and forth between them until, it accidentally fell into a bucket of water, wetting the notebook and making Jane angry.

Her frown turned into despair as the sky started to rain. Running to find a shelter, she ended up under a tree that blocked the rain a little. Sitting in silence, she heard the raindrops hitting all surfaces, but hold on a sec! She heard someone sobbing behind the tree. Wondering who could it be, she turned around the tree slowly to see the body of Hook hunched over a wooden log on the ground and crying loudly.

She snatched his sword which was lying on the ground and aimed at his back as she said," Give up, Hook!"

Surprisingly, Hook knelt on the ground and begged her through his tears," Please, kill me to erase my pain."

Blinking at him strangely, she didn't lower the sword and stared at him.

Hook sat down and got out a photo from his pocket. Looking at the photo, Jane's face was a mixture of disgust and laughter. The photo showed a woman, as her dress suggested, who looked exactly like Hook. She even had a moustache just like his.

"That's my beloved mother. She told me never to come back until I got the treasure Peter Pan had stolen from me, but I don't think I'll ever make it back home ever."

His sobs went on as he said," For Peter, it's just a game. He is not as responsible as both of us are."

At the point, Jane sat down next to him and said," Yes! All I want is to go back home and forget all about him."

Hook's face lightened up as he got on his feet and kept walking in front of her, with his hand on his chin, apparently, judging an idea in his head.

Turning around, he faced her and said," How about we help each other?"

Jane was taken back by his sudden moves, so her voice asked in whisper, "How exactly?"

Hook took out a whistle from his pocket and held it in front of her eyes and explained in a confident voice," Peter trusts you. When you find the treasure, you whistle, I take my own treasure and you'll get a royal ride home."

Jane looked at him suspiciously and said," And how am I going to be sure you won't hurt Peter?"

Hook crossed his heart and replied innocently," I swear I won't hurt a single hair of Peter Pan."

Looking at her innocently, he asked," So, are you in?"

Jane thought for a while, but eventually she took the whistle from Hook thinking about her mother and her brother she was going to be reunited with as soon as she finds that treasure.