A/N: At end of chapter. ENJOY!
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A soft bright light filled James' vision. "Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, Lavender's green. When you are king, dilly dilly, I shall be queen. Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? 'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so." Little James heard a woman sing to him. Her voice was distant and quiet, but it still rang around him like silver bells. "Goodnight my little captain." The woman moved his hair and pressed a light kiss on his forehead. James wanted to hold onto the warmth it gave, to call out to her and beg her to stay, but she left leaving him in darkness.
Hook blinked the darkness away as a silvery blue light entered his vision. He groaned in pain and covered his eyes. Every time he had a near death experience he had that elusive dream. The first time he couldn't remember what had happened but he had a splitting headache for days. Then from the time he was a boy till he was a teenager, there were freak accidents that would scar and critically injure other people, but he would come out unscathed. Then he would have the same dream and it never became any clearer. Soon people began calling him the boy that cheated death. He hated the whispers and stares that accompanied that title. So he laid low, blended in. The freak accidents stopped, the rumors died down, and the dream was forgotten. Until Peter came along. He didn't have the dream after the whole ordeal, but in the middle of it all. The first night in the Native's camp. It surprised him so much he couldn't get any sleep that night. He didn't mind. The Native lands were beautiful at night. So was their princess Tiger Lily. Hook chuckled as he thought about how she could go through war and still look beautiful. Hook's right arm throbbed, reminding him how he almost died this time.
"Stupid croc. Stupid rocks." Hook grumbled. He pushed himself up to a sitting position, groaning in the process. Hook looked around, noticing that the boat had floated deep inside the Faerie Kingdom and had stopped in some deep cavern. Above him the silvery blue light of Pixum shined but around him black stones glowed and thrummed ominously. "Well this isn't unsettling at all." Hook mummered to himself. Hook grabbed the railing closest to him and hauled himself up with his left arm. He yelled out in agony as his right arm was jostled in the move and his body groaned. His yell echoed back at him. He froze, afraid that he would be realized by the fairies, but nothing happened. He let out a breath of relief and slowly stood to his full height. This time he only groaned in pain. Thanks to the light of the pixum he now could see the damage the ship took. The sails were ripped and ropes were either lying on the deck or hanging from the ripped sails. The railings were chipped and splintered. The railing behind him was missing a chuck. Hook was surprised to see that the sides, while chipped and cracked, didn't have any lasting damage. Everything was fixable and the ship could probably last the ride back. Hook sighed in relief. It was soon stopped by a grimace of pain. He slowly moved off the railing and lifted his right arm into his view. It was burning and the scratch from the crocodile's tooth, ran from the top of his forearm to his elbow. There was a light yellow substance on the edges. He wondered if he was going to survive the trip.
"James." A sinister voice whispered. Hook froze, looking around frantically. "James." The voice called again. A ticking sound accompanied the voice this time.
"Who's there?" Hook yelled out. The continuous ticking was the only response he got. It lasted for a while till he heard the voice again, louder this time.
"James. Come into the water James." It was familiar to Hook and it made his head throb. "Come James." Hook shook his head and gritted his teeth. The ticking had become louder and it was grating his nerves.
"It's just your imagination. Get a hold of yourself." Hook grimaced as his head throbbed again. It didn't help. The chilling voice kept calling his name. Hook began to get apprehensive. He leaned on the railing to get relief from the throbbing in his head. He saw a hook a few feet away and stumbled toward it. He grabbed the hook. The relief was immediate. With the familiar tool in his hand he felt a bit more confident
"JAMES." The voice yelled. Hook covered his ears as he crumpled to the ground. The yell rang in his head and it seem to increase the pain he already felt by tenfold. Hook lay on the deck till the ringing stopped. Silence entered the cavern again. When Hook opened his eyes, the silvering blue light above him had been engulfed by the darkness that emanated from the black stones surrounding him. The ticking echoed loudly around him. Hook stood up slowly. He looked around but the only thing he could clearly see was the glittering black stones around him. The ticking became louder and seemed to keep in time with his rapid heartbeat. Tick-tock, ba-dump-ba-dump, tick-tock, ba-dump-ba-dump, tick-tock, ba-dump-ba-dump. Hook began walking backward, hoping to get away from the suffocating darkness. But his leg caught on some of the fallen rope and he tripped through the hole of the railing. He fell off the boat and into the inky water. Hook opened his eyes to look for the surface but instead of the surface he saw the inky water forme something around him. A laugh echoed in his head, Blackbeard's laugh.
"My, my, my, look at you James. How much you have grown." The form came into focus in front of Hook. There was no mistaking that it was Blackbeard smirking at him. The substance formed his head with glowing blood red beady eyes. Deep in the middle of Blackbeard's apparition was a silver pocket watch. "I didn't even recognize you when I saw you. It's been too long." Hook wanted to know what Blackbeard was talking about but he was still in the water holding his breath and something kept him under. No matter how hard he struggled he didn't seem to be going anywhere. "I know this might be a little uncomfortable for you but don't worry, you won't last that long anyway." Blackbeard mocked. Hook then felt the inky substance surround him as it began to seep into his wounds. It was pulling, ripping, tearing, something from inside him. Hook wanted to scream in pain but he was gagged by the substance. Even if he tried to scream, water would enter and fill up his lungs. He heard Blackbeard laugh as he chanted something. Pain reverberated through Hook's body but somehow he heard a growl. Hook recognize it as a crocodile. Blackbeard was still chanting, unhinged by the reptile's presence. The tearing continued and the dark substance around him tighten. He began to lose feeling in his body and his lungs were burning. Then he felt the rusted metal of the hook in his left hand. He accidently cut his hand when the substance tighten around him again. His vision began to fog as a ridiculous plan entered his mind. Hook shook his left hand free from the substance. With his left hand free, the blood from the cut drifted into the water. Hook heard the rumble of a crocodile and Blackbeard's scream before he passed out.
This time when Hook woke up his head throbbed with loud sounds echoing in his head. One of them was the ticking he heard earlier. The noise didn't echo like last time, it vibrated. He couldn't tell if his eyesight was okay or not because anything close was blurry but anything far away was clear. And his body was so heavy, especially his head. He couldn't even open his mouth to groan. Worse of all was how cold he was.
"Well, well, well," A labored voice rang across from Hook. He couldn't see the person clearly but something about it was familiar. "You just don't die, do you James?" The voice registered in Hook's mind. It was his voice, but he wasn't talking. "Actually that can't be your name anymore, can it? Since it's my name now." The person went closer to him and began patting Hook's head. Hook's mind was still reeling from the overload of senses so he didn't fully understood what the person was saying. He was trying not to gag at the metallic smell surrounding the person. The noises were still too loud and his body still felt heavy. "You were supposed to take my body but I guess this will do. Can you please stop that infernal ticking? It's very distracting." Hook struggled to move his body to get a good look at the person but the person was too close. Something rumbled deep in his chest, then an unusual growl came out of his mouth. "You should be thanking me. I healed most of your body's wounds, except the hand. It will be difficult to deal with but I do like its irony. Captain Hook with a hook for a hand. That sounds much better than Blackbeard don't you think?" The person smirked and Hook froze. Everything clicked in his head.
The mysterious inky substance from before. The apparition of Blackbeard, the crocodile. The way the stranger sounded like him but didn't talk like him. The reason everything about the person was familiar but wrong. Blackbeard was now James T. Hook. "Captain Hook. Much more intimidating than Blackbeard." Hook's stomach still churned when Blackbeard spoke the truth. "Will you stop that ticking!" Blackbeard yelled as he kicked Hook in the stomach. Finally Hook's mouth opened, but not for a yell but a deep raspy roar. He felt something in his body move to attack Blackbeard. Blackbeard fell backward and dodged whatever Hook attacked him with. Then something pierced his hand. Once again, no human sound came out of his mouth, the same type of roar did.
"It seems in any body you're a pest." Blackbeard chuckled. Hook growled again. Blackbeard just laughed harder. "Don't you worry, Jamey boy. I'll take good care of Peter and that little Tiger of yours." Hook saw red and he pounced towards the person. His jaw ready to smack Blackbeard to the ground. But nothing happened. Whatever was in Hook's hand held him to the ground and it dug deeper as he jumped forward. Hook roared in anger and pain. Blackbeard just laughed. It grated Hook to hear himself laugh like that. "Well, I'll just leave you here Jamey boy. Try to die this time. I would hate to go crocodile hunting for you." Blackbeard walked away and Hook's vision began to clear. He let out a raspy whine when his body came into view. Blackbeard turned around and gave Hook a mock two finger salute. Hook shivered at how wrong everything looked. "Thanks for everything Jamey boy." Blackbeard walked away as he began whistling his morning tune (Smells like Teen Spirit). Hook roared in anguish. Hook slowly crawled to the edge of the water, his right hand burning. He looked into the water and sorrow hit him again. The thing staring back at Hook wasn't his normal human reflection but a crocodile's. Every movement Hook forced his body to do, the crocodile's reflection did. Hook was so engrossed in his new reflection, he didn't notice Blackbeard coming up behind him with a rock. The last coherent thought Hook had was the regret he had for making things worse for Peter and Tiger and his deep hatred for Blackbeard, the new Captain Hook. Then everything slipped away.
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