A/N: My dearest readers, I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am. I feel horrible for not updating in over a MONTH! I have been so busy with school. I swear the teachers think we have no life. My volleyball season just ended, so hopefully I will have more time to write. Do not depair-I have a four day weekend coming up this week, plus a week off for Thanksgiving. I plan to write, write, write and write evn more. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, even if it is more of a filler.
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Chapter Seven: Revenge
The wooden boards in the old ship creaked and groaned as the ship rocked among the waves. The small room was dark and stank of bad breath and alcohol. The swaying lantern dimly illuminated the circular wooden table, draped with a piece of red velvet cloth, which had seen better days. On the table lay an old map, yellowed with age and spattered with ink. The edges were held down by various objects: a compass, a rock, an empty bottle, and a candle holder to keep the map from curling back into its cylindrical shape.
A tall form was hunched over the map, his red coat slung across the back of a chair and his while ruffled shirt looked brown in the weak light. His black curls flowed freely about his face as he twirled his mustache in concentration, his eyes focused on the parchment in front of him. For hours he had been staring at that map, trying to decipher it, looking for clues and trying to see if he had missed anything.
"Where is it?" He muttered to himself. "For years, I've been searching. My patience is almost to an end. I need my revenge on Peter."
The man glanced out of the tiny window in frustration. Walking along the shore, he saw a pink blob. As his eyes adjusted to the blinding light coming off of the sand, the blur came into focus. It was a girl. A red haired girl.
Hooke concentrated on her image. Wasn't that Peter's girl? Annie or Cherryl? Carrieal? Ariel. That was it. Hooke knew she wasn't from Neverland, but she meant a lot to-
That was it. That was the key to his revenge.
"SMEE!" he yelled.
"Yes Cap'n?" the man answered, his red cap askew and his hands nervously tugging his striped blue shirt down over his tubby stomach. His glasses were perched at the end of his nose and he shoved them back up as he awaited instructions from Hooke.
"Ready the crew," Hooke ordered. "This girl may be the key to Peter's undoing."
Smee pounded up the stairs, his footsteps growing fainter and fainter. Hooke turned back to the map.
He smiled an evil little grin. "I've got you now, boy," he growled.
For those of you who didn't already guess, Hooke was talking about where Peter's hideout was. Please tell me what you thought! And, love to all of you who read, reviewed, or favorited.
Love,
imaginethatt/ Kathleen
