A/N: Okay, had some writer's block, so I figured in order to dig myself out of the pain and misery of such, I would figure out how Hook came to be. So I explored that, and thus, this chapter was born. Enjoy!
53. The Life of the Hook
Captain James Hook was not always called Hook. No indeed. At one point in his life he was a little boy named James Eton, a troubled young boy who was left in an orphanage for boys for as long as he could remember.
He had hated that orphanage back in London, and had been bullied dreadfully for being such a gangly, scrawny young lad. One day when he was ten, after getting beaten up by a boy much older and bigger than he, James snuck out of the orphanage, and ran as fast as he could. Before he knew it, he was lost, and the boy sat down on a nearby park bench and began to cry.
Suddenly a small glimmer of light appeared before him. He looked up through tear strewn eyes, and saw an astounding sight. There before him, flapping such tiny delicate wings, was a fairy!
She twinkled at him, and blew fairy dust in his face, and before James knew what was happening, he was up in the air and flying with the magical fairy. The fairy, which he later grew to know, and later hate, as Tinker Bell, brought him to the magical island of Neverland, where you will never ever grow old.
But, for some strange reason, James Eton was mysteriously aging. Tinker Bell flittered about the teenaged boy, who had a face covered in pimples and an inferiority complex. James felt alone, and had no one to really talk to. There were no other boys his age in Neverland, and the only people that he could talk to were the Indians, and they were not very friendly to him.
As James' age progressed, he grew into a strapping young man at the age of twenty five. It was by this time that the young man became Captain James Eton after building his own ship, with the help of Tinker Bell of course, and naming it the Jolly Roger.
But there was something missing. The new captain felt it in his very bones. He needed a crew.
Every day, James begged Tinker Bell to bring him some men from the outside world where he came from. After a while, the fairy became quite annoyed with his incessant nagging, and flew back to London in search for Eton's crewmates.
The fairy found a bumbling old man named Smee, who was one of the boys that lived in the orphanage with James. He was a decent person, but quite ditzy at times, and klutzy. Tink picked up several other men from the streets of London, and returned back to Neverland with the new crew for the Jolly Roger.
Captain James Eton was pleased with Tinker Bell's findings, and quickly put his crew to work.
That was the last time he was Captain James Eton.
Soon, a young boy came to Neverland, and this boy, Peter Pan, did something James could not do. Stop growing up.
He loathed the boy with a passion. He hated how he crowed. He hated how he took that blasted fairy ally away from him, bringing up bad memories of the orphanage and how the other boys would always take his toys away from him. Nothing was ever his.
Well, James was damned if he was going to let the boy have his fairy all to himself. And he was damned, for that was the day that Peter Pan had cut off his hand.
Captain Eton lunged at Peter, challenging him for his fairy back. Peter accepted the challenge, and began to fight with a vigor that James had never seen. James had been in his late forties then, and it had been a very long time since he had fought someone so young. James lunged at the fairy, trying to grab her, and Peter took his chance. With a mighty blow, James' hand was sliced cleanly off, and it fell to the crocodile below, who liked the taste of him so much that he had followed the Jolly Roger ever since.
And so James became the dreaded and most feared captain of all time, placing a hook on his left hand as a replacement to the one he had lost. Since that day, he vowed never to be a good man ever again, and true to his word, Captain James Hook never was.
Mr. Gold ducked the blow just in time as the Captain accidentally swung his sword and got it stuck in the post on his ship. "Bloody hell," cursed Hook as he tried to wriggle his sword out of the wooden post.
Mr. Gold pulled the sword out of the post with a mighty jerk, and pointed it under Hook's chin. "Now you listen to me, laddie," said Mr. Gold in his brogued accent. "You will not go after me boy again. If you do, I don't care who knows or sees, but I will kill you. That boy is my son, and if you can't leave a young lad be, well, I'd recommend seeing Dr. Hopper then."
"You don't know me," growled Hook menacingly.
"Oh, but I do," sneered Mr. Gold. "See, I am THE most powerful man in fairy world. And even though you may THINK I didn't know about you, James Eton, you are dead wrong. Don't fuck with me, Eton, or you'll be croc bait."
And with that, Mr. Gold took the sword from under Hook's chin, and walked back to his car, still holding Hook's sword.
