Chapter 3
Hook
How do you react to that? A boy no older than 12 saying he felt dead inside?
How, you ignore it he concluded as he pretended to ignore the boy long enough to call for Smee and Billy and explain for them what to do and grabbed the red coat and hat before escaping the room and taking the wheel as The Jolly Roger set sail on the darkening sea.
The Jolly Roger had sailed for a while for the sun was hitting the 5:00 mark before things started to worsen - panic began to take the ship as a hysterical Smee came rushing out with his small circular glasses almost falling off his nose his shirt untucked and tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
" T-the b-b-boys hysterical! H-He j-j"
"Stop talking Get your ass in the room." He spoke blankly and without expression or tone.
He growled at the man when he didn't respond fast which made him flinch and direct his gaze to the deck before stomping off to his bedroom. Peter was being bounced in Billy's arms as he cried and the older stared around the room looking for something to do to figure out how to stop him from crying. Hook briskly walked over to stand towering over Billy before roughly taking the boy from the teenager and pushing him back slightly with his left foot. Peter was still crying but not as bad as before however, his two crew members stood staring at the ground awkwardly. The tension was crisp and hung heavily over their heads as the only sounds were Peters dying hiccups.
"What happened" he asked calmly while wiping Peters tear streamed face with a handkerchief.
"We were cleaning up the room and seeing as though his clothes were all sweaty I tried to get him to change and he started screaming and crying then tried to run so I grabbed him and he knocked Smee in the face when he panicked" Billy answered quietly who stared guiltily towards Peter who had his head resting on the captains shoulder.
Hook sighed and looked over at the boy "Billy, he was scared and Smee, it was an accident I'm sure he didn't mean to kick you."
"Smee go get some food for the boy, Billy drop the anchor" he said quite softly, while they got to work he settled into his desk seat and sighed. He wished things were simple again, just him and Peter fighting every day now it's so confusing.
"S-sir?" Peters small voice brought him from his thoughts as he glanced down at the boy who sifted his gaze away, "S-sir h-have you s-se-en Tinkerbell um... or the Lost Boys."
"No Peter, I haven't" he replied
"They were here when you first disappeared and asked, well attacked the ship and demanded I let you go even though I didn't have a clue where you were either. I had scared the off and had been told they went to the Indian tribe. I have no idea where any are now, sorry."
"Thank you, sir"
Peter calling him sir unsettled him to no end. It just made him see a once happy and strong willed boy been broken down to a quiet and to be completely honest quite a depressing boy.
"You don't have to call me sir, Peter. Just call me Hook or James." Truth is he never lets anyone use his real name, he just didn't want to be called sir.
"Ok... James" He smiled at that because it didn't sound like a monotone voice. At that moment Smee entered with a tray with two bowls of soup and placed it down in front of them.
"Thank you Mr Smee" Peter spoke in a small voice
"Ya' very welcome laddie" He smiled at the boy and Peter gave a weak smile that looked forced but the old man said nothing. Hook handed the boy a spoon and they began to eat in silence, they finished their dinner when cannon fire erupted making both Peter and Hook jump, he quickly took the boy from his lap and set him on his feet and headed out the door.
"What the bloody hell is goin' on out ere'" he shouted.
5 lost boys stood with swords, spears and bows in their hands and were surrounded by his crew.
"Peter!" Curly shouted and looked straight past Hook at the thin child standing in the doorway...
Sorry it's short.
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