The Tale of a Pirate
Disclaimer- I WISH I owned Peter Pan, but no. I do not. Please don't sue meh. I don't own anyone here. Except Henry, but he is in all of my stories. And I adore Captain Hook, so DO NOT SCORN HIM. If you do…
James Hook was sitting at his desk in his room in his house at London, flipping through his History book. With a groan he shut it. He had to go to a big formal dinner soon, and he didn't want to read about silly pirates, though he knew everything about them. His mother called up the stairs that they had to leave, and James sat up miserably, straightening the awkward bow tie and walking down the steps after quickly grabbing his history book.
"Hello!" Cried his mother happily, and they walked out the door. James looked out the window of the cab as they drove, sighing. Suddenly there was a loud roaring crash, and James felt something bash his head. He shut his eyes, listening to the deafening roar. Someone was screaming, and there was a burst of heat.
James opened his eyes. He sat up with a moan, looking around. His parents and the cab were nowhere to be seen. He saw that he was by the river beside the road, he'd fallen from the cab and landed beside the bank. He scrambled up onto the street again, seeing a huge cab lit on fire. Everyone around gawked. Through the window James thought he could see two shapes slumped together, limp. He staggered back and fell into the water. He had no place to go, and he couldn't go back home.
It was the eight day that James had been sitting, freezing, in an alleyway in London. He was shivering, and he had nothing but the History book he'd been carrying before. He closed his eyes and suddenly felt an unusually hard gust of wind that lasted for an extremely hard time, blowing his hair into his face and whipping about. Then suddenly it stopped, and James opened his eyes again. He was sitting in a lush green forest, in a sort of a lake. He looked quickly around. It seemed silent. He got out of the water and sat on a large mossy rock. He then heard a low rumbling.
"What's that?" He asked himself, looking round. Suddenly the rock itself came up from the ground to become a giant crocodile. James' eyes widened significantly, and the beast snapped at him. He ran through the jungle, getting smacked in the face by whippy branches all the while. Then suddenly he burst into a clearing and sank to his knees, exhausted. Then he realized that he was in the middle of a huge Indian village. Oh no.