Chapter 5: Another Battle and An End
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"Peter Pan," Hook mocked as he saw the boy walking up the deck.
"James Hook," Peter spat back. "Would you like to walk your own plank or may I cut off your head and hang it on the Never Tree?"
"Neither."
Peter pulled his sword out of its sheath. "I'm sorry," placing it under Hook's chin, "I couldn't hear you." He smirked.
"Neither," the pirate repeated.
At this point Peter was very angered. He pulled the sword away and prepared to bring it down on Hook. Hook, what was tied to a chair, turned around abruptly.
It all happened so fast no one could have stopped it. "Peter!" Wendy has screamed. Peter had brought the sword down on the ropes binding the pirate. Hook had turned at the precise moment so he would be turned free.
"Thank you Pan," Hook commented getting up.
"No problem," he replied through clenched teeth.
Curly lunged at Hook. Wendy and Slightly caught him by his shirt. Curly began furiously punching the air. "On come on!" he cired. "Just let me take a swing at him." Slightly tightened his grip. "He's Peter's. Remember?" Curly stopped fighting the two to get loose. "Oh fine," he sighed plopping down on the deck.
"Tick-tock," came a loud ticking. Hook whurled around. "What was that?" he asked, a hint of fear in his voice. Peter grinned. "I think the croc has come to finish you," he lied. He knew it was Tink. He had once carved a small crocodile out of wood and inserted in it a clock he had stolen from Mr. Smee.
"This is your doing," Hook bellowed at him. Peter's grin broadened. "Tick-tock," it came again, this time louder, closer. The pirate's eyes shifted from side-to-side with fear. He rested his hand on the sword hanging at his side. Carefully he walked to the starboard side of the ship and looked over; nothing. Then to the lee side; again nothing.
When he turned his head around he saw Peter pointing his sword at him. He chuckled. "Going to kill me Peter?" he questioned. "Well why not?" Peter shot back. Hook took his time to answer the question. He walked in circles round Peter as he talked. "What of your adventures?" he answered in a question.
At this Peter dropped the sword so it hung at his side. What would become of his adventures if he killed Hook? He thought a lot about this which made Curly squirm. He's only tricking you he told himself. "They would be more fun," he replied after long thoughts. The captain slanted an eyebrow, questioning him. Curly cheered.
"Tick-tock."
The noise disturbed them since it had disappeared for so long. "Show yourself!" Hook bellowed as he turned his head towards the noise. A shadow formed on the deck. Hook backed away. "Wha?" he sputtered. "How?" A smirk spread across Peter's face. He loved it when Hook was terrified.
The shadow moved closer towards hook and Tinkerbell was revealed holding a small wooden crocodile that was ticking. She chimmed and twinkled, mocking him. The angered captain took the sword hanging at his side and lunged at Peter with it.
He dodged it just in time, flying into the air. "Not good form at all Peter," Hook growled. Peter, outraged at being critized, thrust his sword at him. Hook grabbed his sword with his hook, blocking his attempt. Peter threw him off, making him crash into the side of the ship. The boy leaped into the air and hovered over him. How he wanted to fly.
Wendy, who was standing with the boys, was pulled by her hair. She shrieked in pain as Hook held his sword to her neck. "He can fly; how?" he spat into her face. "You...just think happy thoughts...they lift you into the air," she gasped. Peter came at him with his sword. Hook took a blow to his right side. He screamed in pain, released Wendy, and feel to the ground clutching his side.
Wendy, who had fallen to the ground with a "thud", crawled back over to the boys. Peter took out his dagger and held it above Hook. "Do it," the wounded pirate croaked. Peter smirked. He plunged the small sword into his heart. "Ah!" Hook yelped. His eyes rolled in his sockets and shut. James Hook, captain of the Jolly Roger, was dead.
Everyone cheered and danced around the deck. Wendy threw her arms dramatically around Peter's neck and kissed his cheek. He smiled and picked her up and spun her in circles a few times. "You were the best one!" she said beaming. "I know," he replied setting her down. "And cocky," she giggled. He picked her up in his arms. "We should celebrate." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Of course," she replied. Together they flew off, boys on their tail.