Chapter 6: Return of Hook

Along the shores of Never Land sailed a grand ship, taller than the tallest building, and as wide. It housed thousands of brutes and thugs, and one horribly wicked man. Captain James Hook was the most horrid, despicable, and vile man there ever was to sail the seas of Never Land. His life was revolved around one thing: killing Peter Pan. All of his life had he despised such a youth, one whose charms and charisma kept coming back to haunt the old man.

You see, one of a many years ago, Peter Pan had cut off the captain's right hand, and fed it to a crocodile. Ever since then, the beast has searched for Hook, eagerly waiting for more. The only way Hook now knows the nearing of the bloodthirsty beast is by the ticking of a clock in its belly, that Hook so smartly fed him.

Pirates of all shapes and sizes paced around the Jolly Roger, desperately trying to find the boy who never grew up. One pirate in particular was Hook's right-hand man, and first mate, Smee. Smee cautiously and carefully eyes the pink and purple sky for Pan…nothing. He paced around the ship worriedly and biting his lower lip anxiously.

It was a week past since spring had began, and no sign of Pan. He usually showed up to pester the old Captain and his raging crew, but not today. If no sign of Pan came around soon, the captain would have a fit, and Smee knew what happened when Captain Hook had a fit. Smee stretched out the old copper periscope, and viewed the sky once more. To his god fortune, he peered upon a small lock of the boy's golden hair, and a little bit of light. Smee smiled happily. He eagerly hobbled over to the captain's office. The door was closed. Smee slowly opened the door, trying hard not to make a creak.

"Cap'n?" he whispered, just loud enough for Hook to hear.

"Cap'n? I was sitting wide-eyed on my watch, peering into the sky to seek Pan. I was losing hope, doubting to look for a last time. But, I redundantly took out my periscope and sought the sky for answers. I searched above my head, when I saw a small bit of light, golden no less, and a messy lock of sun-blonde hair peeking up from a small pink cloud. I says to meself, 'Can it be? No it couldn't be. But it is.' Cap'n, I found Pan!" Smee said excitedly. All was silent for not but a few seconds when a hook slammed into the desk on which Captain Hook was laying on. The captain arose with blood-shot eyes, tasseled and tangled hair, and a 5 o' clock shadow. His eyes begat a look of rage and angst, and he glared at poor Smee.

"Why did you wake me, Smee? I was dreaming…of Pan."

"Pan, Cap'n?"

"Yes, Smee. And in my dream, I was a magnanimous fellow, filled with forgiveness and pity. I forgave Pan for cutting off my hand, and while he was at it, he could have anything else of mine, also. He took my jewels, my maps, and my swords. I gladly let him take everything he desired, and I let him fly off with a smile on my face."

"That's wonderful Cap'n, but, uh, like I said, I found Pan." Captain Hook smiled his dastardly smile, all of his butter-yellow and rotten-to-the-core teeth showing.

"Fetch Long Tom." Hook stated slyly.

OK, I hope this chapter is good….sorry its late, I have a baseball game 2 attend 2morrow, and I don't write very good when im sleepy. LOL. More will be cumin at ya soon!