Okay, so here's Chapter 2!
To answer Christopher Scott's question, Margaret IS in this one! *laughs* be patients! Oh, and Moira was in the movie Hook that's why she's in it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan *weeps*
3rd Person POV
Before young Sophi had even left her home back in America, a ploy was being developed in the mind of the old Captain Hook. On his ship the Jolly Roger, he and his accomplice Mr. Smee plotted in his room. The waves were rocking his boat every which way and outside they could hear pirates shouted at one another. With a frustrated sigh, Captain Hook drew out his gun and shot a bullet toward the door; just missing the frightened Mr. Smee. All was quiet outside besides one loud object hitting the ground. A smile formed on Hook's bearded lips. He almost never missed.
"Now, Mr. Smee," Captain Hook said in his sly voice, turning his attention back to his partner in crime. "What were thou saying?" Mr. Smee was paralyzed with fear; afraid that one word he said would set his captain off and he too would be shot. However, he soon realized that was a mistake and even after not speaking the gun was still pointed to his forehead.
Stuttering, Mr. Smee said, "C-C-C-Captain! W-W-W-We have c-c-c-c-captured m-m–" Hook dug the butt of the gun into Smee's right cheek and he screamed out in pain; being that it was still hot from Hook having fired a bullet not even a minute before.
"If thou know what good for thou," Hook growled. "Thou will stop stuttering like a fool before I shoot ye." Mr. Smee gulped and hesitantly stared into his master's eyes.
"A-After many l-long years," he continued gulping and stuttered every once in awhile. "W-We've finally c-captured enough fairies t-to fly the s-ship…" Captain Hook banged his clenched fists against the table he sat at. Papers and weaponry scattered around the room and behind it all sat a joyous Hook. Having waited years to get the ship to sail in the sky out of Neverland, he hadn't felt this amount of sheer happiness overcome him. For, beyond the second star to the right, was a world unlike their own with a girl he vowed to capture. Wendy was her name; a darling girl (no pun intended) who'd visited once a long time ago. Or was her name Jane? Of course, Captain Hook couldn't remember that both had visited long ago but Wendy was long dead; the only thing that clouded his vision was the thoughts of taking Peter Pan's precious Wendy and sending her flying off the ship into the mouth of the crocodile. Or, maybe even that giant octopus that also seemed to have taken a liking to the old codfish. With a creepy grin plastered on his pallid complexion, he strode out of his cabin and onto the deck of the Jolly Roger. All the pirates on board grew silent and Hook could immediately see the body he had shot; covered in blood that poured out of his bare chest. The sight caused Hook to grimace but he regained composure and spoke to his crew with utmost glee.
"It seems," the captain shouted, "that we have finally gained enough pixie dust to make this ship fly out of this place. We are to capture the one named Wendy who had come so many years before and befriended our sworn enemy Peter Pan. Everyone on deck shalt sprinkle some of the dust around the ship and we shalt set off immediately. Anyone caught wasting or misusing the pixie dust will be shot, hung, stabbed, or thrown out to sea!" Hook bellowed on rules while his crew grabbed the bags of pixie dust and threw it over the ships deck. Not only a minute later did the ship begin to lift itself out of the murky deep and up into the night sky.
The old ship flew passed clouds and planets and after awhile it even flew passed the plane Sophi was on with the young boy staring wide eyed at them. Captain Hook stared back at the boy with disdain and ordered his ship higher above the plane to keep from having to stare at the flabbergasted child. They stayed above it and followed the airplane to London, for they had no idea where they themselves were headed. Once land was in sight, everyone cheered and Hook smirked knowingly. He knew where the house was; he was sure of it. However, when the flying ship was just close enough to see through it, an old lady caught his eye. She was standing in the middle of the room and staring right back at them. Confused, Hook ordered his crew to fly higher north and they did just that.
"I don't understand, Smee…" Hook murmured more to himself. "Where is the girl?" Mr. Smee stood over his bewildered companion, thinking. Finally, a thought entered his mind.
"The girl could be out and about at the moment!" he answered, causing Captain Hook to stare at him. "I'm sure once it becomes later in the evening she'll be back home in her bed, wrapped in blankets. And then, thou strike! Right Captain?"
Captain Hook remained reasonable silent for a moment before drawing his pistol and shooting a bullet in the air. Mr. Smee yelped as the shell of the bullet hit his head. Pirates in hearing range of their conversation chuckled before continuing their duties. "Mr. Smee." Mr. Smee turned back toward his captain.
"Yes, Cap'in?" he answered, cocking his head to the side and pushing up his glasses with his pointer finger.
"Tell the crew to fly a little further up so we're just above the clouds." Hook order, aiming the gun carelessly at Mr. Smee's nervous countenance. "We don't need London mistaking us for a Luftwaffe bomber again." Thinking this to be a joke, Smee began to laugh until he felt the butt of the gun pushed into his gut. He shushed and sprinted around the ship ordering all the pirates while Captain Hook headed back to his cabin to rest before he took the child hostage.
Countless feet below, Granny Jane continued to stare out her old bedroom window. She'd seen him – Captain Hook – and couldn't help but be absolutely fascinated. The last time she'd seen him was over fifty years before when she was a child and now he's returned, but for what? He couldn't possibly be after herself for he wouldn't recognize her anyway. An image of her granddaughters flashed in her mind; Sophi, the daughter of her daughter Moira, and Rachel, the daughter of her daughter Margaret. Is Hook after her grandchildren? Impossible; this is there first time here!
Behind the elder lady, she heard someone "yip" and fear sent shivers down her spine. "Who-Who's there?" she spun around to see someone who was the spitting image of Moira. She whispered, "Moira? Is that you?"
"No!" the girl yelled. "I'm her daughter. I'm Sophi…" Thank the heavens; for a second, I thought she'd been a pirate. In my old age, I probably wouldn't be able to fend off a band of rotten sailors. As I grew closer, the similarities between Moira and Sophi began to really show.
"Sophi…" She smiled as she stared at the girl before her. "You're the spitting image of your mother, no doubt. Same fragile features, brown hair, and –" She looked closer at her granddaughter and her smile faded a little. She has the eyes of my mother… Noticing her pause, she added, "But not the same eyes. Hmmm…." She muttered to herself how strange that was before adding louder, "I see you are exploring my home; that was my old bedroom when I was your age." She pointed toward the room she'd just emerged from. It held so many memories for now four generations! "It was also your mother's room. You will be sleeping there while you stay, okay?" Sophi nodded obediently and Granny Jane frowned. "Honey, you don't need to be so uptight. Loosen up a little. Have fun." With that, the old lady headed down the stairs to speak with her eldest daughter and await the arrival of her youngest.
I hope you liked this! :) I would love to hear your thoughts on this!
Thank you for reading! :D
~Kayla