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Under the Jolly Roger

Hook slowly woke up. His vision still blurred with slumber and…Rum. The shape of the bottle in the desk and the steel hook grasped in his left hand. He groaned while his head bumped with a soar pain as he tried to get it up. It was still night outside, the sea frozen still without Pan.

'Brimstone and gall' he groaned letting go of the hook and closing his blue eyes. Oh, he shouldn't have drunk so much, he shouldn't. But he needed to get rid of George's conscience pinching him over and over again. About the cost of everything. Everything. Even the rum he was gulping. As if Hook cared for that…Of course he did NOT. What was the value of money in a place you could not spend it? When all you had to do if you needed or wanted something was to take it? What does it worth to be luxury clothed if no one really cares as long as you have a hook to gut them out? He sighed and with his only hand he took the bottle. More rum. He definitely had to drown George and get going with his plan to kill Pan and…And…He paused, the hot liquid in his mouth, his eyes wide with shock. But wait a moment! He threw the bottle and it crashed on the wooden wall of his cabin. He got up. He regretted that as soon as he tried to walk over and get his clothes. The floor and the walls seemed to move and he could not get to the door.

'Brilliant you fool…'he grunted He remembered he was without the harness. Half naked, defenceless without the hook. 'Where the hell is the…?' he started a bit confused. He collapsed on the bed, his vision too blurred to allow him to locate the leather harness, the hook and his clothes. Without them he was no Hook.

'Where's Pan?' he murmured uneasy. Every night he woke up in the Jolly Roger it was Smee there with the clock telling him about Pan's arrival. And tonight, today, there was nothing else than the silence of the night over Neverland. Maybe he was early…His hand and where his other hand should be joined in his knees, gazing the wooden floor with a concerned look. Maybe Pan had found out other way of getting to the children…

'Oh, damned be my soul…'he groaned with frustration 'what have I done to deserve this?'

'Capt'n!' Hook turned to the door still closed. Steps in the floor and he knew he had been silly worried about nothing. He was early that was all. He sighed with relief and stood up still dizzy with so much rum. Maybe he should have first thought about the consequences of drinking George out…precisely because the one suffering the effects would be he, Hook.

'Come in' The door opened and a frozen Smee, with ice on his beard and long white moustache came into, holding in his hand a lantern. Hook stopped short of breath. What the hell was going on? Smee didn't have the clock, outside it was still all dark with cold wind. 'Any sign of Pan?' he questioned with a matter-of-fact tone, trying to hide his uneasiness.

'No, capt'n'

So. What do you do when you don't have anyone to dance with? Obviously, you dance along the music. Alone. Hook groaned walking along the Jolly Roger. His eyes, mere blue shades of pure anger. His hook still dripping with the blood of the first pirate who dared stand in his way. He stopped near the mast, gritting his teeth searching for another victim so that slowly his anger could remit and let him be. But his crewmen knew better than face their captain when he was in such a mood. Any chore aboard the Jolly Roger was done promptly and with pure devotion. No one wanted to raise their eyes to meet the hook, Hook's eyes or Hook's voice asking you to say farewell to the world. But still…there is no fun in dancing alone. Alone.

'Where are you rat?' Hook murmured eyeing the skies. Grey, clouded and shrouded in veils of sadness. This was Neverland without its core. So, it seems I'm the one Neverland can go without, he mused to himself bitterly. The cold wind moved his locks while he surveyed the frozen waves. What was the fun of being a pirate in your dreams if even if that pest of boy is not here you are trapped?, George mused a bit sadly. Hook cursed and stamped his feet in the board.

'get me a boat!' he shrieked angry at the boy's cleverness. Where the hell was that pest?

But could he just so easily go away? What about the magic and the laws in that damned island? Obviously Pan was free from those limitations…Now Hook had to discover what was about that island and where were the children. George, still confused by the rum and Hook's ire just got to sit down in some gap of Hook's mind, aware that some plan had to be made to make sure Wendy and the boys were alright.

'but capt'n…'one man started with trembling voice. Hook eyed him calculating the exact point in his ribs where his hook could enter. That gave the man the wrong impression that for once the captain was going to be considerate. 'it's…it's frozen…it's common sense that we cannot…'he could no longer follow his words if he had the mind to. Something got into his skin, penetrating it swiftly with a quick and practised movement that before the man could try again his words the blood and guts got out. All the men went pale, even Smee who inwardly started to pray. Hook turned to the man his hook was stacked in. His eyes red and a cold smile playing in his lips. Humourless he got nearer and whispered, his breath warm in the cold of the neverending dusk and nearby death. 'thanks for your common sense, mate' and then he turned to his crew,rising his crimson red hook, smirking with malice and a thirst for blood. 'Anyone else wanting to impart on me his common sense?'