Chapter 4
Hook
All of the boys stood motionless and just stared at each other, it was almost like they were studying one another. A particularly strong gust of wind brushed chilly air passed all of them and it seemed Peter snapped out of his daze, his lips parted as he released a cocky grin and a look came to his eyes similar to before as he rushed forward and pulled them all into a group hug. The Lost Boys were cheering and chanting Peter's name happily and full of enthusiasm.
"Peter were ya' been mate" Nibs, the oldest at the age of 12 spoke up and he could almost feel Peter flinch.
"Sorry, lads went exploring some of the islands and found some more pirates, I just had to have a good few rounds with them"
"Why, didn't ya' invite us?" the twins asked looking up hopefully
"Sorry boys" Peter replied. None of his pirates had moved an inch, they were just staring between Peter and him as if asking him when he will begin fighting. The air became thick and tense with the position they were all put in, even the innocent boys were starting o recognize it...
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock
It made Hooks head practically scream danger, he stared at his silver hook and met his dark blue eyes to Peter's own and it was if Peter was telling him to make a move. He could feel Peters eyes boring into him in an silent conversation, waiting for him to take action. Snapping out of his daze he turned to Smee who stood directly behind him, he had heard the crock too and was clearly shaking with fear although he didn't make a move yet because he wanted to see what peter would do. How would he react? Would he attack or run?
Peter
I could feel Hooks glare on my back, it contained no malice or his usual hate although held something entirely different : Curiosity. How I would manage to fight I did not know ; I could feel every sharp tug of my wounds and feared if I move they would rip in which the boys would see and although accustomed to seeing blood any they seen had belonged to the pirates, seeing their leader bleed could have some undesirable consequences.
"Peter, look the codfish is afraid of the big bad crock!" Curly mocked and the other boys laughed.
He himself could feel the captain trying to force down his anger, anyone would if embarrassed by a juvenile boy. With all his effort he quickly sidestepped and elbowed an unsuspecting pirate in the face taking his sword, this triggered a domino effect as both lost boys and pirates clashed swords and began duelling.
TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK...
The ocean crashed against the Jolly Roger as the croc continued to circle the pirate ship as Smee ran helplessly across the ship while dodging incoming daggers and slashes of swords although did not stop until he reached the stairs to the top deck.
All of the pirates were duelling on the bottom deck and to busy to notice their captain and Peter Pan : worst enemies, not fighting. They had long since stopped as they both felt mentally and physically drained.
Hook
Peter was panting heavily in front of him and grasping his hip bone firmly in his small hand with his head was slightly bowed and panting heavily. The boy looked ready to topple over any minute and with the effort used to merely stand and lack of sustenance he was surprised he could even support what little weight he had.
He too shared similar characteristics, his dark ebony hair was slightly blocking his vision as he peered down at the boy, his dark eyes focused on the boy as he too panted out thick hot breaths. His shoulder had not fully healed since the Indians attack and the stitches that still resided in his shoulder blade gave a slight tug at his every breath.
"Peter..." Hook panted, "Are.. y-you alright?"
Peter gave no verbal confirmation although merely shook his head as a sign of no and to be honest he wasn't surprised , the boy was swaying now and looked ready to faint.
"Peter..."
Peter's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumps forward, hitting the deck. The fighting stops entirely ; all eyes are on Peter.
"Peter?" Curly calls, it sounds panicked.
All of The Lost Boys look lost, they don't seem to understand. All eyes are on him so he does the only thing he could...
"Pan is ours!"
The pirated cheer and clap while the boys just look devastated.
"Billy, throw the boys in the brig, shackle them to the wall. Peter's mine."
The boys were dragged off kicking and screaming although he took no notice, his attention switched to Peter who still lay flat on the deck. Blood was coming through the nightshirt he had allowed the boy to wear and his matted hair clung to his head. Hook reached forward and pulled the boy into his arms so he sat on his hip with his head on his shoulder ; after deeming it comfortable he pointed at Smee who was picking up stray daggers and the man dropped all of them in his hands to scurry over to Hook and follow behind as they all enter Hooks' quarters...
Hi,
sorry for the long wait my computer got a virus so I had to send it to a shop. :(
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please keep commenting and sharing you advice and thoughts.
Thank you
Lucy
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