Welcome back, DemonHeart here with chapter 10. Please R&R and I shall see you at the bottom of the page.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan

The bright morning sun looms over our heads and the trees as we make our way through the jungle as I follow Tigerlily as best I can through the thicket. Earlier she had gone for us at hangman's tree telling us all what we wanted to know how the pirates had regained the Jolly Rodger.

She had explained that a pair of young boys had driven the pirate ship out of where I had kept it all these years. So far she hasn't told me who these two boys are and now that I am following her through the jungle I can't help but ask.

"Tigerlily, who are…" before I even get to finish the question she cuts me off.

"Shhh, silence," she says as she pulls me down behind a bush close to the edge of a cliff.

After a few seconds of waiting we peek over the bush and down by the water is none other than the Jolly Rodger. As I look at it closely I find a stout looking man walk out from the lower deck holding what looks to be a girl on his shoulder.

"Wendy," I move to stand but Tigerlily clutches my arm before I can even stand up and when I look down at her I see as she shakes her head, "Tigerlily, who were those boys you were telling me about?"

Ruby opens the door and without giving me a chance to check out the room she pushes me through the door making me stumble into the room. As I stumble forward I trip over the edge of the rug that's on the floor making me fall backwards. I squeak as I shut my eyes closed waiting for the impact to hit until a pair of strong lean arms catches me.

Gasping, I open my eyes to find a young man, because a young boy would be an understatement, looking down at me with dark burgundy colored eyes that almost seem to glow a crimson color. The boy's hair is a silky pitch black and even though it's short I can still note how his hair seems to curl a bit. I'd say he's handsome, but something in his eyes makes him look dangerous.

He smiles showing me a row of perfectly white teeth, "Well hello there," the boy says in a deep smooth voice making the hairs at the end of my neck rise, "Who might you be," His hold on me tightens as he draws me closer to him making me feel beyond uncomfortable.

"James, stop smothering our guest," the room seems to darken as the boy who caught me lets me go and takes a step back seeming to be a bit annoyed as he stands a foot away from me with crossed arms and a bored expression.

I stand frozen in place as the sound of heavy boots make their way behind me as a dark aura begins to cover the entire room. My breath quickens and my heart hammers furiously against my rib cage in fear and total torment at the sound of that nightmarish voice.

Turning ever so slowly, I face the man I had once presumed to be dead and finished with. His appearance seems to be young and healthy looking, nothing like what I remember him looking like as a child all those years ago. He stands a foot taller than I do with his long wavy black hair flowing behind him like a curtain and his precious well groomed mustache hanging off his lips like thick string.

He is dressed in the same crimson colored coat with gold trimming and the only thing his appearance is missing is his well furnished hat. His devious smile looks as menacing as always but even as I look at him with all the familiar traits that I remember he seems very much … different.

Even as he looks young his posture shows how tiring it is to move and as I look into his burgundy eyes they don't seem to glow anymore. In fact they look dead and tired and almost, sad.

"My, my, child how you've grown," he sneers as he takes my image in.

"Hook," I whisper feeling my throat dry as heat rushes to the back of my eyes with tears of fear, "Y-you're alive,"

He smiles as he leans on his staff that seems to support him when he walks, "Very much so," he whispers into my face and I have to do everything in my power to prevent me from gagging at his rum filled breath.

"How?"

"Simple, really," the boy behind me says and I turn to find the boy that had caught me earlier walk and sit down in the nearest chair he can find. He sits back in his seat looking as if he owned the place with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed over his chest, "I brought him back to life," and before I even get to ask he pulls out something out from a bag I had not noticed before, "With this," he holds out the cloth to me and I take it cautiously as I examine the thin elaborate material.

As I twirl it through my fingers the pain and soreness I had been feeling before suddenly seems to lift off my shoulders. It's almost as if it were made from pixie dust itself as the feeling of warmth and happiness fills me like a hot air balloon.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Hook asks and I turn to him as he slips the fabric out of my hands, "made from the finest cloth and dipped into the rarest pixie dust in all of Neverland. It can lift any man from his death bed but cannot bring the dead back to life,"

"The Indians were asking me to find Hook's famous buried treasure that's hidden somewhere deep in the island. They say that an old ceremonious robe lies within the treasure that holds magical healing powers. It's said that it can save any man from his death bed, but can't bring anyone back from the dead," Those were Peter's exact words that night he had dinner with us when he was explaining about the treasure that he had been searching for. He had been looking for a ceremonious robe of the Indians that Hook had stolen from them.

"You stole it," I say staring up at the pirate as he looks back down at me handing me the robe. I take it and just when I'm about to ask him who the strange boy is, a young boy looking around the age of ten runs into the room screaming at the top of his lungs.

Behind him an unruly looking pirate runs into the room with a sword in hand looking furious and about ready to snap the head off of anyone who were to near him. He looks around the room and when his eyes land on Hook he pales and immediately exits the room in a hurry.

"What have you done this time Thomas," the boy asks from where he sits looking irritated.

"None of your bloody business James," The young boy Thomas yells while clinging to Hook's leg and hiding behind his crimson coat.

This sight surprises me since in the past if any child were to near the horrendous Captain James Hook he would immediately cut their heads off or throw them overboard without a second thought. So how is this boy any other exception?

"Why you," James stands with his fist held up over his head looking as if ready to beat the poor boy to a pulp.

Hook stumbles a bit forward wanting to take a step but with the child clinging to his leg it makes it hard to give a decent step, "BOYS," he roars and both boys silence as they stare in fear at the pirate, "What have I told you about fighting in my presence," he asks and they both look down seeming to forget all about their quarrel.

"Sorry father," Thomas whimpers and James just nods.

For a split second I believe that I'm hearing things but then I ask, "Father," and all three of them look back at me as if they had forgotten I was in the room at all.

"Yes," Hook says with a smile I had never seen on him before. It's a smile I had only seen glimpses on my own father whenever any of us did something to make him feel proud. A smile only a father can show, "Thomas and James are my sons," he says while hugging Thomas close to him, "They are the children of the Jolly Rodger,"

It takes me a minute to let it all sink in but when it does all I can say is, "Captain Hook has children," and with that I know that I've seen it all.

So I feel that this was a good chapter but I know I could have done better. Like I've said before I don't have much time to write chapters but hey, at least it was something and the chapter was long.

Anywho, I don't have much to say other than that I feel that i'm getting close to the end of this story and book three should be up around the next two months, and because I know you love some spoilers I will tell you that there will be many deaths in the upcoming story.

Also, chapter 11 - Tinkerbelle - which will be dedicated to harrypotterlover2398 - will be out August 9, so look out for that.

SHOUTOUTS

Myloveneverdies - Yeah I bet not many people noticed that I had put July 32 either. I hadn't noticed until my friend told me about it during camp, and yes, as you have recently read Hook has two son's and they both will be having a major role at the end of the story.

disneyclassics101 - thank you for following my story and I just love your pin name

guest5678 - I'm so glad you loved the chapter

ElizaMassani - thank you as well for following my story.

Well those are all the shout outs for today and as a starter today's question will be what is your ethnicity. I am Hispanic which means - if you do not know - that I was born in the U.S. but my ancestors are from Mexico. SO answer if you want.

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Until next time my lovelies.