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CHAPTER SEVEN
A HOOK IN PLACE OF A HAND
Captain Hook paced about the deck of the Jolly Roger. "I'll get that scurvy brat!" He said while waving his hook in the air. "But how Smee? How?" He lowered his arm and began to tap his chin with his hook.
"I don't know Cap'n. Why, that boy always escapes your most treacherous plots." Mr. Smee said while he mopped the lower part of the deck.
"I have to hit him where it hurts." Captain Hook stopped. He lowered his hook from his chin as a smile crept upon his face. "Smee?"
"Yes Cap'n?" Mr. Smee continued his mopping.
"Who does Peter care about more than anything?" Mr. Smee stopped mopping. He leaned on the mop while he thought. "Why, there's Tinkerbell and them lost boys of his."
"Exactly!" Captain Hook spun around to face Mr. Smee. "So to hurt Pan you have to take away what he treasures most."
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"Hellooo Peter!"
"Peter!"
"Oh Peter!" The Mermaids each waved and shouted to Peter as he descended.
"Hello girls." Peter said as his feet landed on one of the large rocks that some of the Mermaids were sunbathing on. They all gathered around him.
"We missed you Peter." Arista said while she gently lifted her fin up and down. Her dark brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her emerald green eyes were unhidden by her thick eyelashes. Her red lips were a dark contrast to her pale face. Large green leaves, that matched her eyes, covered her chest.
"Really Peter, it's so boring when you're not here." Penelope said as she stretched. Her long blonde hair fell about her. Her blue eyes were partially hidden by her long bangs. She had rose colored cheeks, which were brought out by the large red shells that she wore upon her chest.
"I'm sorry girls. I've been busy." Peter sat down on the rock. "Would you like to hear a story?"
"Oh please Peter!" Hilde rolled over onto her stomach and rested her head on her hands, and stared at Peter with pleading brown eyes. Her short red hair outlined her face.
"What would you like to hear?" Peter asked while he scratched the back of his head.
"Tell us about how you fed Hook's hand to the Crocodile." Penelope said while she laid down in a comfortable position to hear the story.
"Alright." Peter sat up straight as he began to tell the Mermaids his adventure for the thousandth time. "I was flying through the forest" Peter moved his hand above his head to imitate his flying, "it was late and the moon's light didn't shine bright that night." All the Mermaids intensely listened to him. "I was flying below a tree's limb, when suddenly" Peter jumped to his feet. The Mermaids all released a surprised gasp. "a net came down on me."
"Oh no!" Arista quietly said. Peter looked at her and nodded his head yes.
"I became tightly entangled and fell to the ground. I could barely move. I clawed and pulled at the net, trying to remove it, but it only tightened its hold on me. As I fought with the net a heard a wicked laugh above me."
"Hook!" Melanie said as she brought one of her hands up to cover her opened mouth. Her tight black curls bobbed up and down with her movements.
"He looked down at me. I stared at him through the net. 'It appears we've caught a little helpless baby bird men.' He said." Peter took the position of Captain Hook. He stood tall and stared down below him, at his imaginary self, caught in the net. Peter perfectly imitated Captain Hook's voice and stance.
"What do you want Hook? I asked him. His eyes studied me, hate brimming out of them. 'I want you to die Peter Pan.'" Peter continued on with his story, which to say the least, all the Mermaids were infatuated with.
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Peter began to slowly reach for his knife, hoping to cut his way free. "Ah ah." Captain Hook said as he waved his index finger back and forth. "I'll be taking that." Captain Hook snatched the knife, leaving Peter helpless. "Grab hold of the net men!" He ordered his crew. The crew followed his order and three of them grabbed onto the net, which had engulfed Peter. They dragged the net on the rough ground behind them as they made their way to the rowboats.
Peter fought from within it; there was nothing he can do though. They reached the beach, and not caring at all about Peter's well being, they threw him into one of the small boats to bring him to the Jolly Roger. Once they all were in the boats they began to oar to the ship. Peter was in the middle of one of the boats. Captain Hook was located at the front and kept his eyes ahead, towards the ship. As the men oared they laughed and joked about their prisoner's fate.
Finally they reached the Jolly Roger. They hoisted Peter up onto the ship and threw him on the deck like a bag of garbage. Peter held in his groan of pain from being so roughly treated. He could hear the clicking of shoes. They stopped right next to him. Peter managed to roll over, so that he laid on his back, to see who he knew to be Captain Hook standing above him like a vulture.
"Comfortable Peter?" Peter didn't answer; instead he stared into Captain Hook's eyes. Captain Hook held his gaze on Peter for awhile, until he could no longer take the eyes burning into him. "No? Well not to worry, you won't be uncomfortable much longer." He turned to two of his men. "Tie the rope onto the net!"
"Yes Cap'n." They said in unison and left. They shortly returned with a thick rope. They tightly tied it onto the net. "All set Cap'n."
"Good. Hoist him up men!" The men began to pull the rope that was now tied to the net. Peter felt himself rising off of the deck. The men swung him over to the side of the ship, causing Peter to hang above the water. The only thing keeping him from plummeting into the water was the rope.
"Any last words Peter?" Captain Hook asked, standing near the railing of the ship. He watched Peter, who was slightly swaying back and forth with the net.
"You'll never be rid of me Hook!"
Captain Hook laughed. "Release the rope!" The men let go of the rope and Peter plunged into the water below. He took one big gulp of air before the water over took him. He slowly began to sink down to the bottom. He fights with the net, kicking and pulling at it. While doing this something hit him hard from behind. Turning his head quickly he sees a tail.
The Crocodile circled him, calculating his prey. Peter frantically tried to get out of the net. The Crocodile charged at him again, this time from the front. Peter watched as he opened his mouth, revealing his deadly teeth. He squirmed within the net and managed to move out of the way. The Crocodile only cuts Peter's arm. He swims away to get ready to charge again.
Upon the last charge the Crocodile sliced open part of the net along with Peter's arm. Peter quickly took note of it and pulled and tugged at the opening. Finally he managed to make it big enough to fit out of. As he removed himself from the net the Crocodile charged at him again. Peter kicked the net off of his feet and flung it at the Crocodile, entangling him.
Peter began to grow dizzy from the lack of air and quickly swam to the surface, his own blood swirling around him. When he reached the surface he swam to the ship and grabbed one of the ropes that was hanging over the side of the ship to pull himself out of the water in fear of the Crocodile.
Captain Hook and his crew were celebrating the death of Peter Pan. "He was a great adversary." Captain Hook said. "But truly I was the greater."
Peter stealthily climbed up the rope, his arm throbbing due to the wound but he ignored it. When he reached the ship's railing he pulled himself over it. Everyone had their backs to him. Peter spotted one of Captain Hook's men, his sword handle sticking out. Peter quickly grabbed a hold of it, kicking the man in the back, causing him to fall forward, and allowing Peter to draw the sword out of it's holder.
The commotion caused everyone to turn around and see before them Peter Pan, soaking wet. His hair concealed part of his face and the infamous hat that always rested on his brow was missing. His right arm had a gash, from which blood was seeping out. He held the sword with both hands, his eyes locked on Captain Hook. A puddle formed around him, his blood mixing in with the water.
"Round two Hook!" Peter yelled as he charged at Captain Hook. Captain Hook, completely shocked and befuddled, grabbed his sword just in time to block Peter's vengeful swing.
"Can I not be-ride of you boy!" Captain Hook said as he slashed out at Peter.
Peter flew about him. "You'll never get ride of me Hook, as long as you're in Neverland!" Peter thrust his sword at him. Captain Hook deflected it from his chest, but the sword's tip managed to find itself in his upper arm. Only a minor flesh wound was created from it.
Peter removed his sword from Captain Hook's shoulder and flew in circles around him. "You demon! You're a demon!" Peter stopped and landed on the deck. He held his sword tightly.
"Then it's you who's made me one." Peter charged at him. Captain Hook blocked Peter's blow with his sword but in the process his sword was flung from his hands. Peter moved in to swing at him once again. Captain Hook removed a knife from his bootleg and jabbed it into Peter's side.
Peter, in shock and pain, stumbled back. He reached down and removed the blood-covered knife. "You stabbed me with my own knife!" He said in disbelief.
"I wanted to keep it for something to remember you by."
"I'll give you something to remember me by!" Peter ran at Captain Hook full force. Captain Hook raised his hand to protect himself. Peter's sword sliced through his wrist, causing Captain Hook's hand to fall on the wooden deck. Both stood still for a moment, staring in disbelief at the hand that laid in it's own pool of blood.
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"The next thing Captain Hook knows is that the Crocodile has his hand."
"Oh my, Peter!" Relena says in shock. "Did you really feed his hand to the Crocodile?"
"Sure I did." Peter sits down upon the rock now that he is done telling his story.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A HOOK IN PLACE OF A HAND
Captain Hook paced about the deck of the Jolly Roger. "I'll get that scurvy brat!" He said while waving his hook in the air. "But how Smee? How?" He lowered his arm and began to tap his chin with his hook.
"I don't know Cap'n. Why, that boy always escapes your most treacherous plots." Mr. Smee said while he mopped the lower part of the deck.
"I have to hit him where it hurts." Captain Hook stopped. He lowered his hook from his chin as a smile crept upon his face. "Smee?"
"Yes Cap'n?" Mr. Smee continued his mopping.
"Who does Peter care about more than anything?" Mr. Smee stopped mopping. He leaned on the mop while he thought. "Why, there's Tinkerbell and them lost boys of his."
"Exactly!" Captain Hook spun around to face Mr. Smee. "So to hurt Pan you have to take away what he treasures most."
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"Hellooo Peter!"
"Peter!"
"Oh Peter!" The Mermaids each waved and shouted to Peter as he descended.
"Hello girls." Peter said as his feet landed on one of the large rocks that some of the Mermaids were sunbathing on. They all gathered around him.
"We missed you Peter." Arista said while she gently lifted her fin up and down. Her dark brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her emerald green eyes were unhidden by her thick eyelashes. Her red lips were a dark contrast to her pale face. Large green leaves, that matched her eyes, covered her chest.
"Really Peter, it's so boring when you're not here." Penelope said as she stretched. Her long blonde hair fell about her. Her blue eyes were partially hidden by her long bangs. She had rose colored cheeks, which were brought out by the large red shells that she wore upon her chest.
"I'm sorry girls. I've been busy." Peter sat down on the rock. "Would you like to hear a story?"
"Oh please Peter!" Hilde rolled over onto her stomach and rested her head on her hands, and stared at Peter with pleading brown eyes. Her short red hair outlined her face.
"What would you like to hear?" Peter asked while he scratched the back of his head.
"Tell us about how you fed Hook's hand to the Crocodile." Penelope said while she laid down in a comfortable position to hear the story.
"Alright." Peter sat up straight as he began to tell the Mermaids his adventure for the thousandth time. "I was flying through the forest" Peter moved his hand above his head to imitate his flying, "it was late and the moon's light didn't shine bright that night." All the Mermaids intensely listened to him. "I was flying below a tree's limb, when suddenly" Peter jumped to his feet. The Mermaids all released a surprised gasp. "a net came down on me."
"Oh no!" Arista quietly said. Peter looked at her and nodded his head yes.
"I became tightly entangled and fell to the ground. I could barely move. I clawed and pulled at the net, trying to remove it, but it only tightened its hold on me. As I fought with the net a heard a wicked laugh above me."
"Hook!" Melanie said as she brought one of her hands up to cover her opened mouth. Her tight black curls bobbed up and down with her movements.
"He looked down at me. I stared at him through the net. 'It appears we've caught a little helpless baby bird men.' He said." Peter took the position of Captain Hook. He stood tall and stared down below him, at his imaginary self, caught in the net. Peter perfectly imitated Captain Hook's voice and stance.
"What do you want Hook? I asked him. His eyes studied me, hate brimming out of them. 'I want you to die Peter Pan.'" Peter continued on with his story, which to say the least, all the Mermaids were infatuated with.
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Peter began to slowly reach for his knife, hoping to cut his way free. "Ah ah." Captain Hook said as he waved his index finger back and forth. "I'll be taking that." Captain Hook snatched the knife, leaving Peter helpless. "Grab hold of the net men!" He ordered his crew. The crew followed his order and three of them grabbed onto the net, which had engulfed Peter. They dragged the net on the rough ground behind them as they made their way to the rowboats.
Peter fought from within it; there was nothing he can do though. They reached the beach, and not caring at all about Peter's well being, they threw him into one of the small boats to bring him to the Jolly Roger. Once they all were in the boats they began to oar to the ship. Peter was in the middle of one of the boats. Captain Hook was located at the front and kept his eyes ahead, towards the ship. As the men oared they laughed and joked about their prisoner's fate.
Finally they reached the Jolly Roger. They hoisted Peter up onto the ship and threw him on the deck like a bag of garbage. Peter held in his groan of pain from being so roughly treated. He could hear the clicking of shoes. They stopped right next to him. Peter managed to roll over, so that he laid on his back, to see who he knew to be Captain Hook standing above him like a vulture.
"Comfortable Peter?" Peter didn't answer; instead he stared into Captain Hook's eyes. Captain Hook held his gaze on Peter for awhile, until he could no longer take the eyes burning into him. "No? Well not to worry, you won't be uncomfortable much longer." He turned to two of his men. "Tie the rope onto the net!"
"Yes Cap'n." They said in unison and left. They shortly returned with a thick rope. They tightly tied it onto the net. "All set Cap'n."
"Good. Hoist him up men!" The men began to pull the rope that was now tied to the net. Peter felt himself rising off of the deck. The men swung him over to the side of the ship, causing Peter to hang above the water. The only thing keeping him from plummeting into the water was the rope.
"Any last words Peter?" Captain Hook asked, standing near the railing of the ship. He watched Peter, who was slightly swaying back and forth with the net.
"You'll never be rid of me Hook!"
Captain Hook laughed. "Release the rope!" The men let go of the rope and Peter plunged into the water below. He took one big gulp of air before the water over took him. He slowly began to sink down to the bottom. He fights with the net, kicking and pulling at it. While doing this something hit him hard from behind. Turning his head quickly he sees a tail.
The Crocodile circled him, calculating his prey. Peter frantically tried to get out of the net. The Crocodile charged at him again, this time from the front. Peter watched as he opened his mouth, revealing his deadly teeth. He squirmed within the net and managed to move out of the way. The Crocodile only cuts Peter's arm. He swims away to get ready to charge again.
Upon the last charge the Crocodile sliced open part of the net along with Peter's arm. Peter quickly took note of it and pulled and tugged at the opening. Finally he managed to make it big enough to fit out of. As he removed himself from the net the Crocodile charged at him again. Peter kicked the net off of his feet and flung it at the Crocodile, entangling him.
Peter began to grow dizzy from the lack of air and quickly swam to the surface, his own blood swirling around him. When he reached the surface he swam to the ship and grabbed one of the ropes that was hanging over the side of the ship to pull himself out of the water in fear of the Crocodile.
Captain Hook and his crew were celebrating the death of Peter Pan. "He was a great adversary." Captain Hook said. "But truly I was the greater."
Peter stealthily climbed up the rope, his arm throbbing due to the wound but he ignored it. When he reached the ship's railing he pulled himself over it. Everyone had their backs to him. Peter spotted one of Captain Hook's men, his sword handle sticking out. Peter quickly grabbed a hold of it, kicking the man in the back, causing him to fall forward, and allowing Peter to draw the sword out of it's holder.
The commotion caused everyone to turn around and see before them Peter Pan, soaking wet. His hair concealed part of his face and the infamous hat that always rested on his brow was missing. His right arm had a gash, from which blood was seeping out. He held the sword with both hands, his eyes locked on Captain Hook. A puddle formed around him, his blood mixing in with the water.
"Round two Hook!" Peter yelled as he charged at Captain Hook. Captain Hook, completely shocked and befuddled, grabbed his sword just in time to block Peter's vengeful swing.
"Can I not be-ride of you boy!" Captain Hook said as he slashed out at Peter.
Peter flew about him. "You'll never get ride of me Hook, as long as you're in Neverland!" Peter thrust his sword at him. Captain Hook deflected it from his chest, but the sword's tip managed to find itself in his upper arm. Only a minor flesh wound was created from it.
Peter removed his sword from Captain Hook's shoulder and flew in circles around him. "You demon! You're a demon!" Peter stopped and landed on the deck. He held his sword tightly.
"Then it's you who's made me one." Peter charged at him. Captain Hook blocked Peter's blow with his sword but in the process his sword was flung from his hands. Peter moved in to swing at him once again. Captain Hook removed a knife from his bootleg and jabbed it into Peter's side.
Peter, in shock and pain, stumbled back. He reached down and removed the blood-covered knife. "You stabbed me with my own knife!" He said in disbelief.
"I wanted to keep it for something to remember you by."
"I'll give you something to remember me by!" Peter ran at Captain Hook full force. Captain Hook raised his hand to protect himself. Peter's sword sliced through his wrist, causing Captain Hook's hand to fall on the wooden deck. Both stood still for a moment, staring in disbelief at the hand that laid in it's own pool of blood.
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"The next thing Captain Hook knows is that the Crocodile has his hand."
"Oh my, Peter!" Relena says in shock. "Did you really feed his hand to the Crocodile?"
"Sure I did." Peter sits down upon the rock now that he is done telling his story.
