Chapter 2.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, everyone. Here's more. I know its short, but I've had a lot on this week and the fact that I'm writing three fan fics at once isn't helping. Curse my brain for coming up with crazy yet good ideas! –shakes fist-  

He stumbled through the forest, slicing aggravating twigs and branches down with the hook borne upon his right hand. His lips yearned for the sweet taste of ale and meat, and as he closed his eyes to picture its taste, a familiar yet strange smell entered his nostrils. James opened one eye, then the other, and followed the smell. He pulled apart the bushes and knelt down quietly, noticing an unoccupied hog roasting over a fire. He looked around, and satisfied that there was no sign of life, James stepped into the clearing and gasped. A young, blonde girl was sleeping beside the fire, a blanket draped around her. The form could only belong to Wendy Darling, which meant Pan was still alive. James yanked a leg from the hog and retreated from the clearing, back into the shadows of the forest. Just by looking at Wendy Darling reminded him too much of his own Wendy, the one they took from him. James continued to walk, his teeth tearing into the leg, swallowing the meat barely without chewing. He tossed the bone aside and paused. A cocking of a revolver signalled the presence of another.

"Slowly turn". Came the voice, a female voice. And James turned, raising his arms, unable to see the figure before him due to the new moon.

"It is unwise, to kill an unarmed man". James announced, the female's pistol unwavering.

"This way". She demanded, and walked behind James, her pistol deep in his back. As they walked in silence, James made out a shadowy shape upon the water near Skull Rock. Two boats lay unmanned on the shore. "We have a hostage. Perhaps another one of Pan's rescues".

"Cap'n", came a nasally voice and James blinked. A lantern slowly rose, a small man standing before James, and his memories recalled the man as being his loyal friend… Mr Smee.

"Take him aboard the ship, Smee". The female who had taken Hook's position demanded, her voice hinting a cross between British and French. "We'll see if he knows Pan's whereabouts".

"Yes, Cap'n". James watched blankly as he stood defenceless, Smee slowly binding his hands. The female was out of their earshot now, for she was heading back toward the ship.

"Smee". James whispered. The little man made no motion to respond. "Smee!"

"Blimey!" Smee jumped back, trembling, thinking he imagined the voice he longed to hear. With a trembling hand, he rose the lantern, to see the ragged face that belonged to Captain James Hook. "Cap'n, Hook, is that really you?"

"Yes it is…" Growled James, fumbling at the ropes. "Now untie me!"

"C… can't do that… sir…" Smee looked nervously back toward the ship.

"Why not?" Demanded James, peering at the little man darkly. "You should know by now women do not have the capabilities to undertake authority!"

"Y… you don't understand, sir. She… Cap'n Black is different". Smee sighed and led Hook to the boats. "It's been three years since you were swallowed, and two and a half since Cap'n Black has been in control".

"Three… three years?" Repeated James, aghast. Had it really been that long?

Smee nodded, and as they approached the ship, James could only shake his head in sadness. It was the Jolly Roger.