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Hook stood on the main deck of his ship, overlooking the miners pit. Everyone was quiet, only some hummed or whispered in their sleep as the wind carried it away. Hook figured they were all asleep since it was the darkest hour of Neverland. Hook always felt at peace during this time. The noise and activity of the day finally at rest, allowing him to rest as well. The noise made Hook uncomfortable and always put him on edge. He learned how to act like nothing bothered him, but crowds and the loud noises that accompanied them always grated his nerves.. Before, the noise was always the clang of picks and the groans, sometimes cries, of men and children as they worked. Now it was either the incessant chatter of a hopeful future or praise to Peter and him for freeing them. For the past few days Hook had been trying to help everyone left at the mine pit by bringing food to them and helping them build decent living spaces. They kept praising him like he was some kind of hero. Hook could admit that he was one handsome devil, but he knew he wasn't a hero. He was never a hero and he never planned on being one.
"Hook!" Hook cringed at Smee's loud voice.
"Smee! Quiet will you." Hook growled quietly.
"Well we are approximately 300 feet over the closest ledge and to clearly hear me I would have to be-" Hook covered Smee's mouth stopping the babble.
"Be quiet, cause I told ya to be." Hook ordered. Hook had a bruising grip on Smee's arm and Smee began to whimper in pain. "Still makin' noise Smee." Hook said with a mocking tone. Smee stopped his pathetic whimpers. "So you gonna be quiet?" Smee nodded desperately. Hook let his arm go and uncovered his mouth. They both stepped away from each other, well in Smee's case he fumbled back.
"Is that how you treat a dear friend?" Smee said dejectedly with a bit of anger. This made Hook froze and he began to feel rage overtake him.
"Friends?" Hook seethed. "Friends don't betray each other." Hook stomped towards a trembling Smee. "Friends don't help people that want to kill their friends. Plus," Hook stopped when he towered over Smee. "You were never my friend." Hook spat as he jabbed his finger in Smee's chest with each word.
"W-w-well if you considered my situation you would have done the same thing." Smee stuttered. Hook just glared back. "You know it's true. No matter how much you think you changed because of the boy and girl," Hook noticed how Smee said boy and girl with contempt. "You are still like the rest of us. Willing to twist any situation to help in you." Hook wanted to disagree but he knew that was why he would never be a hero. He watched too many people suffer and he didn't do anything to help them. He didn't have anything to fight for besides himself. Then he remembered Tiger Lily's sky blue eyes. Everything was different now. He didn't know if he was a better man, but he wanted to try to be what her and Peter saw just to make them happy.
"Yeah I would have, still don't make you betraying us right. It ain't right when I do it." Hook sighed in frustration and stepped away from Smee again. "Look that doesn't matter now, I need something from you." Smee stood to his full height. "Did you get any information on Blackbeard?" Hook stared at Smee intensely but Smee seemed confused.
"What?" Hook sighed in frustration at Smee's confused question.
"While you were with Blackbeard, did you learn anything about him?" Hook asked exasperatedly.
"He was terrifying and insane." Smee replied bluntly. Hook huffed in annoyance.
"Everyone knows that Smee." Hook began rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Was there anything else? Something about the pixum."
"Pixum, pixum….," Smee mumbled. Hook's fist began to clench and unclench in rhythm to Smee's words. "I don't remember. But with the right incentive I might be able to remember something." Smee leaned in conspiratorially towards Hook. Hook's eyes narrowed but a malicious smirk grew on his face.
"Well that's funny. I was thinking that not throwing you overboard three hundred feet in the air would be incentive enough but if it's not…" Hook stepped towards Smee threateningly. Smee stepped back and gulped.
"P-p-point taken." Smee stuttered as Hook stepped back, his arms crossed. "Well, um, I heard that he was trying to use the pixum to make himself younger. He did not like dying, he even killed his own son just in case he was the boy from the prophecy." Smee babbled on but Hook was stuck on the Smee's first tidbit. Hook killed his own son. A shiver went up Hook's spine as his head began to throb. "Hook, you alright?" Smee stopped babbling and was looking curiously at Hook.
"Yeah." Hook shook off whatever he was feeling. "What were you sayin'?" Hook looked back, gaining back his rough composure. Smee stood there in silence, staring at Hook. When Hook stared back with an eyebrow raised Smee sighed.
"Blackbeard was working on some type of magic. Some of the pirates were saying how he would kept mumbling about how he needed blood or something. They were in awe and in fear of him. He was pretty terrifying." Hook looked out towards the mountains where the Faerie Kingdom was. He knew that there was another plan in Blackbeard's sleeve, but he couldn't figure out what it was. "Why do you want to know this stuff anyway?" Smee asked, bringing Hook out of his musings.
"Just wanted to know if Blackbeard had a backup plan. I'm going to make sure he's dead." Hook said as he walked past Smee and to the sails, setting them up.
"Wha-wait Ho-Hook!" Hook heard Smee trip as he tripped over his words. Hook looked back to Smee, who was know wiping himself off and checking for injury. Then he looked up confusion and worry in his eyes. "He's dead. We all saw that ship fall into a pixum abyss." Hook rolled his eyes. He was tired of everyone thinking he was crazy. He wondered why no one could see the possibility that Blackbeard could still be alive.
"Well if he figured out a way to make pixum make him younger, I pretty sure him falling in an abyss of it might give him enough to survive." Smee opened his mouth to say something, most likely to contradict what Hook said but Hook held his hand. "It's unlikely but I'm just checkin to be sure. That's all. Now either help me set the sails or get off my ship." Hook ordered as he turned back around.
"How are you gonna get to the the Faerie Kingdom? They kind of have a door that needs a key." Hook heard the sarcasm in his nasally voice. How did he become my friend? He thought as he set up a few torches on the posts
"Well, I just have to do what I did last time." Hook replied sarcastically.
"Which was?" Smee asked warily, observing the vast amount of torches Hook was putting up.
"I go through the crocs to a underwater current that takes me into the bottom of the mountain." Last time though, the mermaids were willing to help him because Peter was in trouble. He didn't think they liked him that much.
"Well okay then, see ya!" Hook turned around to see Smee run to the ladder. Hook wasn't surprised. It was dangerous enough to go into the Faerie kingdom when they used to be pirates, but with the threat of crocodiles and a current, that he may have downplayed just a bit, no one would've thought to go through it. The Faeries didn't even have to guard it. It was obvious that going down that way was stupid. Hook sighed as he untied the boat from the dock. He was never complimented on how smart he was anyway.
Just like last time it didn't take long to get to the crocodile pass. Since he left at the dead of night, it was well into early by the time he arrived. Although the high walls of the mountains on either side of the pass blocked the light out. Hook ran around the ship lighting the torches as fast as he could. It wasn't fast enough. A crocodile jumped up, her teeth ripping his sail.
"Woah!" Hook yelled as he was thrown to the side as the boat rocked. Hook grabbed the nearest torch and held it out. The current seemed to carry Hook's boat slowly down the pass. He tensed ready for another attack. He didn't have to wait long. The crocodile jumped again and this time aiming more for him. Hook moved to the side and got under her chin with his torch. She fell on the boat, Hook fell with her, the torch in his hand still burning under her. She roared in agony, making her protruding teeth catch a bit of his right arm. He cried in anguish as she scrambled off the boat. The boat drifted out of the pass and into the bright sunlight. Hook squinted and raised his good hand to shade his eyes. He looked down at his arm. The scratches were deep, a few inches. He was just glad that it was cleaner than the scratches he seen the picks make. He just hoped that the dizziness he felt was from seeing so much blood and not actual blood loss. Hook cleaned and wrapped his arm the best he could. He knew the best case scenario with the scratches were that they would scar. Worst case, they would get infected and he would have to cut his arm off, the fact that he didn't have much on the ship besides cloth and drinking alcohol lead to the worst case being more likely. He slid down, sitting on the deck, feeling utterly alone. He chuckled darkly. "Guess it could be worse. She could've eaten my arm clean off."
After a while, Hook slowly went back to the helm and observed the rocks around him. He was entering the rafts that would take him to the bottom of the mountain. He looked up to see that the sails weren't totally damaged. If he played it right, he could get by. Hook set up the sails as he felt the boat pick up speed. He finished just in time to stop the boat from smashing against one mountain side. It was a lot harder to steer with one hand. He kept jerking the boat, which in turn kept him unstable. The resounding cracks of the ship hitting the rocks echoed and merged with the sound of rushing water. Water splashed on the boat, some splashing on him. By the time the boat and water settled, Hook was worn out. He almost buckled to the ground in pain and exhaustion. The need to survive and not crash into the mountain side was all that was driving him. His eyesight was blurred and his breath came out in rasps. The cloth on his injured arm was soaked with blood and salt water, literally adding salt to the wound. He blinked and tried to wipe his eyes with his good hand. He began to see the veins of pixum appear on the enclosing mountain sides. Hook smiled tiredly. He finally made it, and then he passed out.