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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
WAR
The two remained alone in the cabin. Captain Hook dragged his chair, from behind his desk; over to where Peter sat. He sat down and rubbed his chin as he eyed the youth.
Peter raised his head slowly to meet his stare. They gazed into each other's eyes. Neither spoke. Peter broke the stare when a wave a pain came over him again. He tightly squeezed his eyes shut. When he reopened them Captain Hook briefly took the form of James but then returned back to the man, intensely staring at him.
Peter sighed. "Why?" The question finally came. "Why James?" Captain Hook narrowed his eyes upon hearing the name James.
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The Lost Boys swiftly came down upon the crew. The men were bigger than they were, but the Lost Boys were more agile and swift. With the ability to fly as their upper hand the men and children were more evenly matched.
The boys used whatever they could as weapons, and worked together to bring down their opponents. Three of them would attack one man at a time. By quickly darting around him and clobbering him with their weapons, they brought the men down.
The pirates became smart. They counterattacked by grouping together. Alone they would fall, but as one they were strong. The Lost Boys tried to separate the men but were unable to. The boys continued their attack, aware that the pirates would soon overcome them.
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"Why James?" Peter asked for the second time. Captain Hook stood up from his chair and leaned in close to Peter. Their faces were no more than an inch apart.
"Don't you ever," he raised his finger and jabbed it into Peter's chest. Peter held back the wince "ever, call me James! James is dead, and you killed him."
The bitter words cut into Peter deep. Captain Hook moved away from him. "Even if it was my fault that you died, I didn't create what you've become. No, you did that on your own." Peter coolly said in reply.
Captain Hook quickly drew his sword and within seconds he had it pressed against Peter's throat. Peter didn't move.
"Believe what you want Peter. But no matter what you think, I'm this way because of you." Captain Hook removed his sword form Peter's throat and brought it down to the ropes that bound Peter to the chair and cut them.
Unbound Peter still remained seated. He didn't know what Captain Hook was up to.
"Let's finish this Peter. Let's finish this now." He took a step back and took a fighting stance. Peter watched him for a moment. Captain Hook lowered his sword a bit.
"What's wrong Peter, you killed me once before, can't do it again?" Peter rose from the chair and crossed the room to where his knife was placed on the desk. He picked it up and tightly held onto it.
"I can see that you're not in the best shape." Captain Hook eyed Peter. His face was pale and his one arm and entire chest seemed to oddly be fading. "So, I'll go easy on you."
"Don't underestimate me Hook."
"Oh, believe me Peter, I won't. I've learned not to." He raised his hook slightly.
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The pirates were winning. One by one the Lost Boys were being flung across the ship or knocked out. The boys were exhausted. Almost all of them by now were badly injured. Tinkerbell frantically flew around, trying to help them, but there wasn't much she could do.
The Indians steadily climbed up the ship; they were almost there.
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The two went back and forth. The cabin was rather large, allowing them plenty of room, but also presented them with several obstacles. Peter bumped into a small corner table as Captain Hook stumbled over one of his floral rugs. Regaining his balance, Captain Hook advanced, his sword aimed at Peter.
Peter, still up against the small table, was forced to sit upon it to avoid Captain Hook's jab. Seated on the table, with his back against the wall, Peter fought to block Captain Hook's sword. Captain Hook swung his sword at him, Peter blocked it with his knife, as he did this he raised his leg and kicked Captain Hook in the stomach, sending him stumbling backwards.
Captain Hook crashed into his piano, causing a loud ruckus as the piano keys played simultaneously.
Peter pushed off of the table he had been trapped on and charged at Captain Hook. He could feel that he was growing worse, getting weaker. He wouldn't stop. Not now, not till Hook was dead.
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Nibs lunged at one of the men, but the man raised his arm to block the charge, then with his other arm he grabbed Nibs in a chokehold. Nibs squirmed and wriggled as he felt horrible pressure rising in his head. His ears were going to explode. He clawed at the man's big burly arms. Everything was going dark. Suddenly he fell to the ground. Grasping his soar neck, and sucking in the blessed air, he looked up to see an Indian standing above him.
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Captain Hook threw a vase at Peter. Peter, light on his feet, dodged it, causing the vase to smash into the wall behind him. It shattered; sending fragments of it everywhere amongst the already destroyed room where other broken objects littered the once lavish cabin. The two stumbled about the pieces of broken furniture, artwork, and other objects.
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The Indians had climbed up the rocks that Captain Hook had created and boarded the ship. They quickly attacked the crew of the Jolly Roger. The boys watched in amazement and relief as the Indians gained control.
One of the pirates lunged for Cubby but was stopped by a tomahawk in the back. Everything was such a blur of color and movement. The Jolly Roger was a giant mass of bodies, most covered in blood.
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Peter was able to read Captain Hook's next move. When Captain Hook stepped forward and brought his sword down Peter fell to his knee and raised his knife to hold back Captain Hook's blade from connecting with him. With all of his might Peter stood up and pressed hard against Captain Hook's sword with his knife and sent the sword out of Captain Hook's hand.
Captain Hook quickly looked at where his sword had fallen across the room. Peter followed his gaze and saw the sword resting on a torn chair cushion, the cushion's feathers breaking out of it. Captain Hook noticed where Peter's attention was and took advantage of it. He charged at the unsuspecting boy.
Peter, not ready for the attack, was unable to block it. Captain Hook charged at him with such great force that he sent Peter, and himself, threw the locked door.
Peter felt Captain Hook's great weight on him as he smashed through the door. The two of them were sprawled out on the deck, Captain Hook on top of Peter. Splinters of wood surrounded them.
The pirates, Indians, and Lost Boys all stopped their fighting as Peter and Captain Hook came crashing through the door. Peter hit his head hard on the deck and his knife was thrown from his hand. Everyone watched, waiting to see what would happen next.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
WAR
The two remained alone in the cabin. Captain Hook dragged his chair, from behind his desk; over to where Peter sat. He sat down and rubbed his chin as he eyed the youth.
Peter raised his head slowly to meet his stare. They gazed into each other's eyes. Neither spoke. Peter broke the stare when a wave a pain came over him again. He tightly squeezed his eyes shut. When he reopened them Captain Hook briefly took the form of James but then returned back to the man, intensely staring at him.
Peter sighed. "Why?" The question finally came. "Why James?" Captain Hook narrowed his eyes upon hearing the name James.
----------------------------
The Lost Boys swiftly came down upon the crew. The men were bigger than they were, but the Lost Boys were more agile and swift. With the ability to fly as their upper hand the men and children were more evenly matched.
The boys used whatever they could as weapons, and worked together to bring down their opponents. Three of them would attack one man at a time. By quickly darting around him and clobbering him with their weapons, they brought the men down.
The pirates became smart. They counterattacked by grouping together. Alone they would fall, but as one they were strong. The Lost Boys tried to separate the men but were unable to. The boys continued their attack, aware that the pirates would soon overcome them.
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"Why James?" Peter asked for the second time. Captain Hook stood up from his chair and leaned in close to Peter. Their faces were no more than an inch apart.
"Don't you ever," he raised his finger and jabbed it into Peter's chest. Peter held back the wince "ever, call me James! James is dead, and you killed him."
The bitter words cut into Peter deep. Captain Hook moved away from him. "Even if it was my fault that you died, I didn't create what you've become. No, you did that on your own." Peter coolly said in reply.
Captain Hook quickly drew his sword and within seconds he had it pressed against Peter's throat. Peter didn't move.
"Believe what you want Peter. But no matter what you think, I'm this way because of you." Captain Hook removed his sword form Peter's throat and brought it down to the ropes that bound Peter to the chair and cut them.
Unbound Peter still remained seated. He didn't know what Captain Hook was up to.
"Let's finish this Peter. Let's finish this now." He took a step back and took a fighting stance. Peter watched him for a moment. Captain Hook lowered his sword a bit.
"What's wrong Peter, you killed me once before, can't do it again?" Peter rose from the chair and crossed the room to where his knife was placed on the desk. He picked it up and tightly held onto it.
"I can see that you're not in the best shape." Captain Hook eyed Peter. His face was pale and his one arm and entire chest seemed to oddly be fading. "So, I'll go easy on you."
"Don't underestimate me Hook."
"Oh, believe me Peter, I won't. I've learned not to." He raised his hook slightly.
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The pirates were winning. One by one the Lost Boys were being flung across the ship or knocked out. The boys were exhausted. Almost all of them by now were badly injured. Tinkerbell frantically flew around, trying to help them, but there wasn't much she could do.
The Indians steadily climbed up the ship; they were almost there.
-------------------------
The two went back and forth. The cabin was rather large, allowing them plenty of room, but also presented them with several obstacles. Peter bumped into a small corner table as Captain Hook stumbled over one of his floral rugs. Regaining his balance, Captain Hook advanced, his sword aimed at Peter.
Peter, still up against the small table, was forced to sit upon it to avoid Captain Hook's jab. Seated on the table, with his back against the wall, Peter fought to block Captain Hook's sword. Captain Hook swung his sword at him, Peter blocked it with his knife, as he did this he raised his leg and kicked Captain Hook in the stomach, sending him stumbling backwards.
Captain Hook crashed into his piano, causing a loud ruckus as the piano keys played simultaneously.
Peter pushed off of the table he had been trapped on and charged at Captain Hook. He could feel that he was growing worse, getting weaker. He wouldn't stop. Not now, not till Hook was dead.
----------------------------
Nibs lunged at one of the men, but the man raised his arm to block the charge, then with his other arm he grabbed Nibs in a chokehold. Nibs squirmed and wriggled as he felt horrible pressure rising in his head. His ears were going to explode. He clawed at the man's big burly arms. Everything was going dark. Suddenly he fell to the ground. Grasping his soar neck, and sucking in the blessed air, he looked up to see an Indian standing above him.
---------------------------
Captain Hook threw a vase at Peter. Peter, light on his feet, dodged it, causing the vase to smash into the wall behind him. It shattered; sending fragments of it everywhere amongst the already destroyed room where other broken objects littered the once lavish cabin. The two stumbled about the pieces of broken furniture, artwork, and other objects.
-------------------------
The Indians had climbed up the rocks that Captain Hook had created and boarded the ship. They quickly attacked the crew of the Jolly Roger. The boys watched in amazement and relief as the Indians gained control.
One of the pirates lunged for Cubby but was stopped by a tomahawk in the back. Everything was such a blur of color and movement. The Jolly Roger was a giant mass of bodies, most covered in blood.
------------------------
Peter was able to read Captain Hook's next move. When Captain Hook stepped forward and brought his sword down Peter fell to his knee and raised his knife to hold back Captain Hook's blade from connecting with him. With all of his might Peter stood up and pressed hard against Captain Hook's sword with his knife and sent the sword out of Captain Hook's hand.
Captain Hook quickly looked at where his sword had fallen across the room. Peter followed his gaze and saw the sword resting on a torn chair cushion, the cushion's feathers breaking out of it. Captain Hook noticed where Peter's attention was and took advantage of it. He charged at the unsuspecting boy.
Peter, not ready for the attack, was unable to block it. Captain Hook charged at him with such great force that he sent Peter, and himself, threw the locked door.
Peter felt Captain Hook's great weight on him as he smashed through the door. The two of them were sprawled out on the deck, Captain Hook on top of Peter. Splinters of wood surrounded them.
The pirates, Indians, and Lost Boys all stopped their fighting as Peter and Captain Hook came crashing through the door. Peter hit his head hard on the deck and his knife was thrown from his hand. Everyone watched, waiting to see what would happen next.
