This chapter is a little…odd and VERY short, but it needs to be done, so yeah. Thanks for all the reviews guys, I'm glad you like it.
And Saki, go check Shakespeare Midsummer's Night Dream.
Chapter Three: The Jolly Roger; dying ship
Now, we shall go back in time again. Soon after the Jolly Roger returned from London, she began to die. Now, you are probably thinking, how can a ship die? They are not animate objects! But alas, she was dying. In this short chapter, the pirate vessel Jolly Roger is the center character, and she is out for revenge…
The Jolly Roger groaned. She was a dying ship. Not a single damned pirate aboard her cared about her general health. She didn't know how long it had been since they had scrubbed the barnacles off her bottom. Her wood was rotting, and to add insult to injury, that Pan boy had taken her flying!
Ships are not, under any circumstances, meant for flying. And she had done it, thanks to that cursed boy and his fairy friends.
And even worse! Her captain, perhaps that only man that cared for her well being, was dead. That damned croc had finally gotten him.
She sailed about the waters of Neverland, the pirates half-heartedly steering her, but they mainly let the wind take her away. She sailed and sailed, wanting to sink to the depths.
Suddenly, a pirate (she forgot which one, they all meld together after awhile) called out. A boat was approaching! Finally, something interesting was happening!
They dropped her anchor and waited. She was interested, but not hopeful. She could feel the ropes being dropped into the water and a person climbing up them.
"Hey, Smee, whatcha got there?" the black pirate asked softly. Her interest perked. Smee was the captain's first mate, so maybe he would care somewhat for her…
"It's the captain," Smee whispered softly. The Jolly Roger immediately went to attention. He was alive?!
The crew echoed her gasps of surprise.
"But how?"
"He cut his way out of her, that she-croc nearly had him." Smee lifted the limp form of the hookless Hook and carried him to the captain's quarters.
Smee dropped Hook onto the bunk. He then busied himself by getting damp rags ready. He then began to rub the captain's face down, cleaning the blood off him.
Hook's eyes flew open. He glared at Smee but said nothing as he stared at the overhead (ceiling in a ship). Smee continued to whip the blood out of James' hair.
Finally, he had had enough.
"Smee?"
"Yes, Cap'n?"
"Get out." Smee dropped the rag and ran from the cabin as fast as he could. James sat up and took stock of his cabin. It didn't look like much was missing. Good thing too, it'd just give him another reason to kill Pan.
He glanced at the rotting wood and grimaced. "You were beautiful once…"
The Jolly Roger seemed to moan in reply. "Perhaps one day, you will be beautiful again."
He leaned against the bulkhead (wall) and slid down to the deck. He put his head on his knees and stared into nothingness. He then looked at his right arm.
"Damn that fool of a man!"
Smee had forgotten the rigging for his hook, as well as the hook. So now all he had as a stump. Hook felt torn between screaming and crying. How could the man be so STUPID? He slammed the stump of an arm against the bulkhead over and over again, his anger pouring out in a wordless scream.
The ship floated silently, carrying her troubled burden. The pirates glanced up. Storm clouds were rolling in. The waters were growing rough.
Hook, oblivious to the changes in the weather moved to his desk. He pulled out a drawing he had done some years back of Pan. He stared at it, bile and hate rising in his throat. He gave a muffled shriek and tore it to tiny shreds. He held it in his teeth and tore it with his left hand.
His head dropped and hit the desk. He closed his eyes, again wondering if he should have just let the croc have her way with him when the door opened.
"Sir, winter's here. Pan's left to get Jane."
Jane? Who was Jane?
"Who?"
"Jane, Cap'n, Red Handed Jill's…daughter."
So, Hook thought wickedly, I was right Pan, you were replaced by…husband.
"Time is a very strange thing Smee, very, very strange."
Smee bobbed his head and left Hook in peace again. He moved over to his bunk and dropped onto it.
"So, what do you think, JR?"
She groaned, her sides creaking with age.
"So be it, revenge it is."