Mr. Smee was waiting for them on deck and his eyes widened for a moment at the sight of them but he recovered quickly and led them to Captain Hook, who watched them from the upper deck. They stood rigid in front of him, quite aware of his wandering eyes and lustful gazes.

"Well, well Pan, you look like you would make a fine pirate indeed." Peter bit his tongue to keep his retort in and Hook turned to face Wendy.
"And you my dear. You look like you belong in a tavern full of scallywags. You look nothing like sweet, prim Wendy Darling from London." Wendy too, remained silent. Hook raised his brow and turned away from them.
"We are coming to the town of Canterbury and I have some business to attend to. You will both accompany me ashore. You will not speak unless spoken to and above all, you will remember that you are my prisoners and nothing more. Do not start to believe you are members of my crew or…worthy persons used for other purposes," he cast Wendy another lustful gaze and Peter's fist tightened. When neither of them said a word, Hook went back to the helm and looked through his telescope. Snapping at his bosun to keep an eye on Peter and Wendy, he went back down to his cabin and once he had closed the door behind him, he leaned against the wall and tried to calm himself. As soon as he had seen Peter and Wendy emerge from the cabin he had grown hard with desire. Both of them looked ripe from the picking and he had a sudden urge to conquer the boy's body before the girl's. Of course he had considered that very action since Pan had become a prisoner upon his ship…what fun it would be to watch the boy scream in agony and witness the light leave from his eyes. But the girl's virginity had taunted him and he chose to demolish that particular wall first and foremost. However, now that he had a sample of the girl, he was sure he could make time for the boy. And so it was then that he decided he had to get rid of the girl. He knew very well that Marco, one of his long time pirate acquaintances, collected pretty girls to sell them as whores and slaves. The Darling girl would be a fine addition to his collection, Hook decided. He supposed he could return her to her home but who was to say she wouldn't find a way to rescue Peter? And who was to say that Peter wouldn't escape and find her and they would live happily ever after? Hook shuddered at the thought. No. He knew Marco traveled the world with his whores…they would never see the girl again. And with her gone, he would be free to make Pan his. His trousers tightened painfully at the thought of it. Visions of the boy's tanned body swam in Hook's mind, the picture of complete domination and conquering of Peter's body and soul. Hook's hand lowered to the front of his trousers and he groaned at the contact. Reaching into his trousers, he moaned as his hand enclosed around his own length and he started stroking slowly. His mind full of visions of a bound and gagged Peter and a broken Wendy watching made his hand increase in speed as he leaned against the wall to brace himself better.

Back on the deck, Peter watched them come into port with narrowed eyes. He knew Hook was up to something and he knew he wasn't going to like it. One thing was for certain; if Hook tried to do anything to Wendy while they were ashore, Peter would kill him right there. He was sure that away from his crew, Hook stood no chance. Peter quickly started to formulate an escape plan but said nothing to Wendy, for fear of anyone hearing him. Wendy was trembling and Peter lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She stopped trembling and slipped her hand into his. But another hand rested on Wendy's shoulder and she started to tremble again. Hook leaned in close and whispered something in Wendy's ear, which made her go pale. Peter frowned and pulled her away from Hook, pulling her close to his side. Hook let the action go, as he gestured for them to follow him down the stairs and onto shore.

Neither of them said a word as they followed Hook through the streets and into busy buildings. Hook signed lots of papers, he barked at a few people here and there, but he never acknowledged Peter or Wendy. That is until they reached a gloomy looking building with bars on the windows. Hook was greeted by a fat man with greasy black hair. He immediately turned his attention to Wendy and he leered at her over Hook's shoulder. The man made her immensely uncomfortable and she shrank back into Peter, whose arm draped her shoulder protectively. The man clapped Hook on the back and gestured for them to come inside. Peter's eyes traveled the room and he blushed at the scandals before him. Couples were joined together and writhing all over one another all over the room; women were pleasuring the men right in front of them and every one of them looked dirty, hungry, and exhausted beyond belief. Wendy gasped at the sight and clutched at Peter's hand. The man led them over to a young blonde woman, who looked no older than Wendy. She was scantily clad, in just a thin nightgown that did not reach past her hips.

"This is my new one, Bonnie. Say hello to the gentlemen, Bonnie." Bonnie grinned and put her hands on Hook's chest. She circled him once, then moved to Peter. Her hands went to his face and traveled down his chest and Peter looked horrified. Wendy glared at the girl and possessively put her arms around him. Bonnie took the hint and moved back to Hook and Peter cast an apologetic look at Wendy.

"You want some fun before you leave, James? I've got some beauties that would make your head spin."

"Undoubtedly. But I am pressed for time and must take my leave. How much, Marco?" Marco's eyes went back to Wendy and he seemed to be sizing her up.

"She's skinny, James. Six shillings."

"I've had her myself and say she is worth more than six shillings."

"Very well, ten."

"At least twenty." As the two men argued, Peter grew more and more anxious. His heart started to race as he realized who they were talking about. Hook was selling Wendy! Peter cleared his throat and stood in front of Wendy.

"Hook you can stop your haggling now. You are NOT selling Wendy." Hook raised his brow and gave the boy a bemused look.

"And what will you do to stop me?" Peter merely glared at him, tucking Wendy out of sight behind him.

"You don't even have a weapon to fight me, boy. How do you expect to defend your little whore?"

"Don't call her that. She is worth twenty of this woman!" Bonnie looked offended as did Marco. Hook clicked his tongue.

"Such rudeness, Pan. But I ask again, how do you expect to defend her?"

"You'll have to kill me to get to her." Peter's eyes blazed as Wendy cowered behind him but sadly enough, Hook merely had to smack Peter hard across the face and send him sprawling to distract him. While Peter picked himself off the floor and wiped the blood from his lip, Marco grabbed Wendy and held her hands behind her back. Peter tried to leap at her but Hook pinned his arms to his side and held him still.

"Say goodbye to your Wendy, boy, it's the last time you will see her. She's bound for the Orient. Men will pay a pretty penny to have one night with her." Peter struggled in the captain's arms but Hook was much older and much stronger than him and held him firmly in place.

"Let me go! I swear to you, if you hurt her in anyway—"

"Oh it's not her you should be worried about, Pan. You belong to me now. No more Wendy to distract you at night. Your nights will now be filled with…me." Peter stopped struggling for a moment to acknowledge the horror in Hook's statement. Marco chuckled.

"You always were a sucker for a pretty face, James. I just didn't think it would be the pretty face that has taunted you for so many years." Hook and Marco shared a laugh and the two youths struggled relentlessly. Tears streamed down Wendy's face as she caught Peter's eyes and gave him a defeated look. Peter shook his head violently and tried to pull himself loose.

"Your payment will be in your box, James," Marco said as he started to pull Wendy back toward one of the bedrooms. Likewise, Hook started pulling Peter from the room but the boy continued to thrash around and call Wendy's name.

"Oh for heavens sake," Hook muttered and he brought his hook down on top of Peter's head, making him go limp in Hook's arms. Hook lifted the boy in his arms and carried him tenderly from the room. Wendy's screams shook the house as Hook turned his back and carried Peter back to his ship, looking forward to the night ahead of them.