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Chapter Two: James Hook; Graceful Loser
Now let us travel back in time a little, to just after the so called defeat of Captain James (Jas) Hook. Of course, time is really nothing in Neverland. For a minute in Neverland can seem like an eternity to the real world, the grown up world.
Hook fell into the mouth of the she-croc, and she was happy. She finally had the man that tasted so good. She growled contentedly and swam from the Jolly Roger.
You should know that crocodiles can go on land as well water, and the she croc had a nest just off the beach. She ambled onto the beach and walked slowly to the pile of dirt, leaves, and bones.
She lay next to it when she shuddered violently. What was happening to her?
She roared in pain. Her stomach was on fire!! Was the man-beast poison? She began to death-roll, trying desperately to stop the pain. She roared again, and lay panting on the wet earth.
She moaned. Why was this happening to her? She felt as if she were about to split. She rolled onto her back and roared in agony.
"ROOOOAAAARR-" Her roar was soon joined by another.
"ARGHHHH!!" Blood spilled over the sand. The she-croc twitched, and died.
Her white underbelly began to move, as if something was trying desperately to escape. A long line appeared down the center of her, and a hook shot through the cut.
James Hook spilled, climbed, and clamored from his captor's belly. He tore frantically at his clothing, as they were burning with the after effect of stomach acid. He finally wrenched his shirt off and then he unclipped the rigging for his hook and threw it aside.
He collapsed in a puddle of blood, if it was his or the crocs, he couldn't be sure. He was laying on something warm; something solid. He glanced down. Intestines, he was laying in her intestines.
"Well, that's nice." He muttered sarcastically. His head dropped and he stared at the croc's nest. Blood soaked into his black hair and his pale skin, turning it a pale red. He lay next to the dying heat of the croc, and he felt the tears coming.
He was alone. Everything was lost. Peter (damn that boy) had won, he had won, and he had his Wendy.
Peter Pan was loved.
And he, Captain James Hook, was old, and alone.
So he cried. For grown men can cry and James had been in Neverland for so long, that he didn't even realize that he couldn't cry.
His salty tears trailed down his face and dropped into the blood. They formed tiny pools of clear liquid in the wash of intense cherry red. He closed his eyes, pushing more tears from his intense, beautiful, blue eyes.
He couldn't remember. It had been so long since he had set foot in the real world that he could not remember what it was like. He felt betrayed.
After all, his mother had shut the window.
Smee walked slowly through the forest, a torch held in front of him. He was cold and alone (unless you count that damned parrot that was currently on his shoulder) and looking for the croc. He had seen her come up near this beach, and he was determined to find her and let her finish him like she had his Captain.
He came to a clearing and stopped. There she was, but she wasn't moving.
"Asleep, madam croc?" he whispered softly. Then he heard what sounded like…crying? Was the croc crying? He walked around her overly large body and stopped dead.
"Captain?" Smee whispered in shock. For Captain James Hook was lying in a puddle of blood (and thicker things), and he was crying his heart out.
James felt like giving up. Maybe he should have just let the croc have her man-beast for dinner. She had hunted him for years, just as he had hunted Peter. He thought maybe he could drown himself in her blood.
It would be a fitting end for a man such as him. He turned and buried his face in her cooling blood. A fitting end, indeed.
"Captain?"
James' head snapped up. He looked around, his eyes taking a minute to focus.
"Smee?"
"Aye, Smee's me, Cap', and you're alive?" Smee sounded unsure of himself.
"Unfortunately," Hook said dryly. He dropped his head back into the blood. "What are you doing here Smee?"
"Well, to tell ya the truth, Cap'n, I was going to let the she-croc finish me off as she did you."
"I killed her."
"I noticed," Smee said. "Well, let's get you back to the Jolly Roger the men will be very pleased to see you."
Smee grabbed Hook under his arms and pulled him up. He flung Hook's left arm over his shoulders and began to walk, literally dragging the blue-eyed man.
"I highly doubt that."
Hook lay in his cabin, staring at the overhead. Smee was cleaning his face with a damp, yet very dirty, rag.
"Smee?"
"Yes, Cap'n?"
"Get out."
Smee dropped the rag and ran as fast as he could out of the cabin. Hook sat up and looked around. The ship was deteriorating around him. He closed his eyes, briefly remembering when she had been at her full glory.
"Pirates can get lost as easily as boys, Pan," he muttered. He stood shakily and stared at himself in the mirror. Most of the blood had been washed from his skin and hair, and his periwinkle blue eyes stood out clearly in his face.
"Damn you, Peter Pan, for making me a loser," Albeit a graceful one.
Time passed until it came to nearly spring cleaning time. Peter would soon leave for Jane, if he remembered, that is.
Peter and Tink sat in the tree home, watching the clouds. "It's odd, Tink, now that everyone, including that old codfish, is gone, I'm bored."
Tink nodded in agreement. They were bored. Hook was dead. Wendy and the lost boys were gone, and there was naught a thing to do on the whole island.
Peter looked at the sky. "Wonderful. Time to go get Jane. Finally, us and the new lost boys (for there are some here) can have a week with a mother!"
Tink growled and rolled her eyes. Sometimes Peter was really quite a silly ass.
Hook's head rested on his desk, staring at the drawing on it. He touched it briefly and then tore it to shreds. His head flopped back down and a resounding THUNK followed.
The door opened. "Sir, winter's here, Pan's left to get Jane."
"Who?"
"Jane, Cap'n, Red Handed Jill's…daughter."
"Oh, time is a very strange thing Smee, very, very strange."
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