Authors Note: I'm going more by the book than the movie right now. Anyhow, you'll meet an old friend here in this chapter. Do not skip over details, they are important.
Far away from Hannah being blown slowly towards Neverland, a pirated wait in his ship.
The ship was named the Jolly Roger, after the fearsome pirate flag. It was a quiet day in Neverland and the ship was lurking right outside of Neverland's lagoon. It was hidden behind some trees and bushes. And its black sails were taken down, so that any man, fairy, or mermaid would only be able to see a thin outline of the black mast in the distance.
The Jolly Roger was believed to be the fastest and most fearsome ship to ever touch water. But it was very much useless when tracking down a boy who could fly.
The Sun glistened down, pointing its arrows towards Neverland. But even the sun could not lighten the Jolly Roger's darkness of both the crew and itself. For the ship was as dark as the depths of the water it sailed on. And the blackness of the hearts of the men could never be cleansed pure white.
The man who was waiting inside the Jolly Roger was down below in his cabin, staring a dirty window and into the lagoon.
The Pirate was finely dressed in a blood red suit. He was very found of his suit, for its color covered the real blood stains of his victims. And his long, black and oily curls hanged down to his shoulders, making him look demonic.
His cabin was very spacious, for it was the Captain's cabin, and he was captain. It held a bed, a desk, a fancy wooden dresser, and other assortments. Everything but the desk was neat and organized. His desk was covered with thousands of maps and drawings. Maps of both Neverland and Mainland (A/N: Just a reminder, they call Earth Mainland in the book). But the most interesting thing about the desk was the odd scratch marks, as though someone had dug a knife into the desk repeatedly.
The pirate's eyes wandered searchingly over the lagoon, looking for the boy. The boy that he hated. The boy he'd love to kill. "Peter Pan," the pirate mumbled as his eyes flashed.
His eyes were the finest blue, except for when he was in bad temper. Then they always held fire in them, the fiery red that burned on hatred and bloodshed.
The dirty captain clasped his hands behind him, but one hand wasn't really a hand. Where a hand should've been, there was a horrible, crooked hook. It was stained red. Perhaps it was red because of rust, perhaps by blood.
With sudden anger and sadness, the pirate turned away from the window and jabbed the hook deep into his desk.
He stood there a moment, looking at the hook which had splintered the desk's soft wood.
"Peter Pan…" the Captain said, taking his hook out of the desk carefully. "That stupid boy!"
"Where is he?" The pirate said, still looking at his hook. Peter had not come to the lagoon for days, very unlike him. And the Captain was waiting for that boy.
"Even the Lost Boys don't know where he's at…" mused the Captain, thinking of how he had recently killed one of the boys in a questioning of Peter's where about.
Losing his temper once more, the pirate stormed out of his cabin and onto the deck where more than half of his crew was drunk and sleeping.
Spying one unfortunate fellow, half asleep and lying on the wet deck, the captain picked him up with his regular hand. Then he plunged his hook into the man's body.
A gurgling noise of blood and rum came from the mouth of the drunk. And the dieing man's eyes were misty, whether from death or liquor, one will never know.
The captain always enjoyed seeing a man's last look. He twisted his hook deeper into the man's flesh and smiled at the awful sounds protruding not only from the man's mouth now, but wound. Blood slipped down from the body and onto the deck, mixing with salt water. When the man was fully dead the Captain slid his hook out of the body and watched it crumple to the floor.
Finally, the captain turned away from the body and now looked at his bloody hook, the blood was dripping and wiping off dirt and dust from the hook. "Good, you needed to be cleaned," the captain said to his hook quietly.
A small fat pirate came rushing up to his captain, his spectacles bouncing up and down as he ran.
"Capt'n Hook!" The fat pirate said, his voice slurred by whiskey. "Why'd ya do tat?" The small pirate asked, pointing stupidly at the pale corpse.
"Smee," Captain Hook smiled dangerously, still looking at his hook. "I killed him because he was simply there, and simply drunk."
"Aw, he ain't done not'n wong. Eh was my pal – " Smee began.
"Don't worry; he was too drunk to feel pain. But, perhaps you'd like to join him?" Captain Hook laughed, as he pointed the dripping hook towards Smee.
Giving one last glance at his Captain's hook, Smee turned away with a "Naw, tanks."
A/N: Congradulations!! You just met Hook. I made Hook really nasty, because in the book he is. In the Disney Peter Pan he seemed so laughable. So OOC.
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