Sixteen years passed and Angie grew up to be a young lady. Hook had ordered
his men to build a wall in a corner of his cabin to provide his daughter
some privacy. She had learned to play the harpsichord, demonstrating the
same musical talents as her father. He had given her everything she desired
and in return she gave her parents her love and respect.
One beautiful day, Hook was on board inspecting his crew when he suddenly heard something. He walked over to the end of the lower deck and saw Angie. She was laying on a pile of fishing nets with one of his younger pirates, who had his hand underneath her dress.
Hook's eyes turned red as he grabbed the pirate by the hair and pulled him away from his daughter. The lad screamed and grabbed Hook's wrist as Hook forced him onto his knees.
"You'll never touch my daughter again," he hissed in the boy's ear. He kicked him in the back so he fell over then, with one swift move, Hook pinned the boy's hand to the floor with his claw. The pirate screamed out in pain.
Angie screamed: "Please, Father, don't!"
"Be silent and come with me" he growled.
Hook's claw was still in the boy's hand when they arrived in his cabin. Wendy stood up from her chair. "James, what's going on?" she asked. "Smee!" roared Hook, ignoring her.
Smee hurried in. "Yes Captain?"
"Prepare him to walk the plank," Hook said. He withdrew the claw from the boy's hand.
"Father, please, I beg you!" Angie cried. Hook raised his hand but instead of slapping her, he grabbed the nearest goblet and threw it across the room.
Angie ran to her mother, who wrapped her arms around her, kissed her on the head and sat her down on the bed. She curled into Wendy, sobbing.
Wendy got up and walked to Hook. "James, tell me what's happened?" she demanded.
"Nobody touches my daughter!" he roared, his eyes still burning red. He splintered a chair with his hook.
Wendy was suddenly afraid. She knew he wouldn't hurt her but knew he was capable of causing others mortal harm.
Wendy picked up one of the guns on the desk and pointed it at Hook. He heard the click as she cocked it and turned around to face her. The gun was pointed at his chest. "Wendy, put it down," he said carefully.
"James, I can't let you kill the boy. Please, these kids are just in love," she said softly, tears running from the corners of her eyes. Ignoring her, Hook lunged for the gun.
With a loud bang it all ended. Wendy dropped the gun on the floor. Angie screamed. Hook looked down and saw his white shirt slowly staining red with his own blood.
He tried to move forward but instead fell on his knees, his hand on his wound. Hook coughed as blood began to ooze from the corner of his mouth. He collapsed face forward on the floor.
Smee ran in and looked at the crying Wendy, then at the gun at her feet and than at his captain laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. He knelt down beside Hook and turned him over.
Wendy gasped; when Hook fell he had pierced his own chest with his claw. He reached his hand out to Wendy. She went over to him and knelt down at his other side, taking his hand. in hers.
He looked into her eyes and spoke -- "Wendy... darling" -- as the light faded from his eyes. With a trembling hand Wendy closed his eyes and gave him one last, soft kiss on his lips.
She sat like this for several long moments. When she finally stood up and looked at his dead body, reality hit her. She realized that she had killed the only man she ever truly loved, the father of her child,.. She started to cry hysterically.
"Smee, take us to Neverland, please," Wendy asked when she at last calmed down enough to speak again.
"Yes, Miss Wendy, I'll see what I can do," Smee replied.
He stood up and went to leave the cabin. He turned around and asked: "What about the boy, Miss?"
"He comes with us," she said.
The end.
One beautiful day, Hook was on board inspecting his crew when he suddenly heard something. He walked over to the end of the lower deck and saw Angie. She was laying on a pile of fishing nets with one of his younger pirates, who had his hand underneath her dress.
Hook's eyes turned red as he grabbed the pirate by the hair and pulled him away from his daughter. The lad screamed and grabbed Hook's wrist as Hook forced him onto his knees.
"You'll never touch my daughter again," he hissed in the boy's ear. He kicked him in the back so he fell over then, with one swift move, Hook pinned the boy's hand to the floor with his claw. The pirate screamed out in pain.
Angie screamed: "Please, Father, don't!"
"Be silent and come with me" he growled.
Hook's claw was still in the boy's hand when they arrived in his cabin. Wendy stood up from her chair. "James, what's going on?" she asked. "Smee!" roared Hook, ignoring her.
Smee hurried in. "Yes Captain?"
"Prepare him to walk the plank," Hook said. He withdrew the claw from the boy's hand.
"Father, please, I beg you!" Angie cried. Hook raised his hand but instead of slapping her, he grabbed the nearest goblet and threw it across the room.
Angie ran to her mother, who wrapped her arms around her, kissed her on the head and sat her down on the bed. She curled into Wendy, sobbing.
Wendy got up and walked to Hook. "James, tell me what's happened?" she demanded.
"Nobody touches my daughter!" he roared, his eyes still burning red. He splintered a chair with his hook.
Wendy was suddenly afraid. She knew he wouldn't hurt her but knew he was capable of causing others mortal harm.
Wendy picked up one of the guns on the desk and pointed it at Hook. He heard the click as she cocked it and turned around to face her. The gun was pointed at his chest. "Wendy, put it down," he said carefully.
"James, I can't let you kill the boy. Please, these kids are just in love," she said softly, tears running from the corners of her eyes. Ignoring her, Hook lunged for the gun.
With a loud bang it all ended. Wendy dropped the gun on the floor. Angie screamed. Hook looked down and saw his white shirt slowly staining red with his own blood.
He tried to move forward but instead fell on his knees, his hand on his wound. Hook coughed as blood began to ooze from the corner of his mouth. He collapsed face forward on the floor.
Smee ran in and looked at the crying Wendy, then at the gun at her feet and than at his captain laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. He knelt down beside Hook and turned him over.
Wendy gasped; when Hook fell he had pierced his own chest with his claw. He reached his hand out to Wendy. She went over to him and knelt down at his other side, taking his hand. in hers.
He looked into her eyes and spoke -- "Wendy... darling" -- as the light faded from his eyes. With a trembling hand Wendy closed his eyes and gave him one last, soft kiss on his lips.
She sat like this for several long moments. When she finally stood up and looked at his dead body, reality hit her. She realized that she had killed the only man she ever truly loved, the father of her child,.. She started to cry hysterically.
"Smee, take us to Neverland, please," Wendy asked when she at last calmed down enough to speak again.
"Yes, Miss Wendy, I'll see what I can do," Smee replied.
He stood up and went to leave the cabin. He turned around and asked: "What about the boy, Miss?"
"He comes with us," she said.
The end.