Chapter Four - Hook is Born
Author's Note: Well, this was my first fanfic and it is time to put it to rest, this is the end, last chappie! Holy smokes I've finished a story!
Disclaimer: Nope ain't mine!
Treasure, it takes many shapes and forms, and it can be anything we want it to be. Peter's treasure was his friendships he had with The Lost Boys, they were very special to him and he worked hard to keep them happy. Peter did not figure this out for a very long time. To Peter his treasure was gold and silver.
One glistening morning, Peter awoke, and layed listening to the sounds of his brothers around him. The faint snores were the most calming symphony, to his very ears. Creeping out of bed, like a fox, he went outside and stood outside the tree house. He arched his head back and gave a caw, he heard the ruckus below him and smirked.
"Hey! That's my toe!"
"Out of my way!"
"I'm hungry."
"Where's Petah?" Little Roger called out.
At last The Lost Boys tumbled out grinning up at Peter. Little Roger ran and jumped on Peter's back, he laughed swinging Roger around, before setting him on the ground.
"Ahoy boys! It is a beautiful morning," he shouted. The boys cheered and Peter took off towards the Mermaid Lagoon, with the boys hot in pursuit. A game of tag was underway, Peter darted between the trees with wild war cries. Birds exploded from the trees cawing angrily at Peter. He replied with a rather wet raspberry.
"You'll have to do better than that to catch me! Come on you smelly bunch of codfish, I'm going easy on you. Catch up," This was met with angry yells, and a rock whizzed past his ear. He gave a full bellied laugh and dove at the boys swiping hats off their hats. Little Roger jumped into the air, and managed to grip Peter's ankle pulling him to the ground. The Lost Boys pounced on Peter, tickling him without mercy. Gasping for breath he managed to say, "I take it back! I take it back! The only codfish is Captain Sprock! The boys stopped, standing up they nodded in agreement, solemnly. Peter stood up and stretched, smiling, he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.
"Peetah!"
"Roger?"
"Peetah, help me!"
"Shush, you silly boy!" hissed an all to familiar voice.
"Sprock? You leave Roger alone! It's me you want!"
"Ha! If you want him back, come and get him Peter Pan!" Captain Sprock retorted, Peter stood up and began to head to his ship.
When he arrived he saw Roger tied to the main mast and Sprock waiting, sword ready.
"So, Pan we meet again. I believe it's time for you to hand over my treasure, or the boy will walk the plank, to his doom. Your choice; the treasure, or the boy," Sprock said.
Peter drew his sword and stared him square in the eyes, and said menacingly, "Codfish, I don't have to make a choice." With that he flew into the air and cawed loudly. Shouts erupted into the air and The Lost Boys, swung onto the ship from vines, swords drawn. Peter flew back to the ship and sliced the rope, which bound Roger. Peter whipped around, and came face to face with Sprock. A battle between The Lost Boys and the crew raged around them, but they took no notice. It was time to settle a score. Swords clashed, a loud crash echoed through the ship. Sprock, knocked his sword from his hand, placing his sword against him.
"Tell me where the treasure is, Pan, and I shall consider letting you go!" he hissed into his ear.
"Never!" Peter flipped backwards, and snatched his sword from the ground and struck. Sprock's hand fell to the ground and a blood curdling scream emerged. Peter grabbed the hand and flung it into the lagoon, towards a pair of yellow, unblinking eyes. Slithering forward, a crocodile swallowed the hand, licking his chops, the taste was delicious. Peter saw this and laughed.
"Time to go boys," he called. The boys stopped immediately and grabbed the vines, and swung back into the jungle. "So long Captain Hook!" Hook, was now born. The name his crew would keep.
The boys stumbled into the tree house laughing at their triumph. Victory was their's. The boys slipped under covers, and fell into a heavy sleep, all but one.
"Tink? Are you still awake," whispered Peter. She replied tinkering back.
"I'd like to take a trip, back to the place tonight, I can't sleep," Tinkerbell, emerged from her house and flew onto Peter's shoulder. "Let's go." They slipped into the shadows and headed for the place.
"Tell us a story Wendy! Tell us a story please!" Peter, heard this and sat down on the roof and began to listen.
"Well this story is about a boy, named," her heard her pause and silently urged her on. "A boy named Peter, Peter Pan," Peter smiled and continued to listen, "Peter didn't want to grow up..."
...And you know the rest...
A/N: Not the greatest story I know, but I wrote for my little sister and I completed it! WHOOT! WHOOT! HOOPLA!! Me, so happy!