"It's good that you're awake."
"No, I'm supposed to be dead," Wendy responded halfheartedly, imagining that the voice was her father because the alternative seemed almost too much to bear.
"That is one way to stay young forever. However, I always thought that was Peter's business." Captain James Hook, grimaced, mocking her.
Wendy's throat immediately went dry, her heart thundered against her ribcage with a fear she had only known in dreams. "Hook!" gasped the girl as she clutched indignantly to the blue shards of the nightgown she had worn all those years ago. She really wasn't as surprised as she thought she ought to be though. She imagined that all those dreams of his attack had kept her rather open minded about her predicament.
Besides, she was almost positive, at this point , that she had succeeded in her effort to kill herself.
"Aye, Wendy, it is dear girl. You didn't forget me I see." His grin stretched ear to ear and he took one, two, menacing steps forward, grabbing her chin in his large calloused hand. She suddenly felt very cold and very alone; she was remembering the last time she had been tied to the mast of this ship, and that then she had been very courageous.
"How could I for-" She tried to come up with a comment worthy of her former self, but the hand he had rested upon her cheek quickly fastened around her throat.
"Oh, Wendy Darling," Hook grimaced, his eyes flashed red "You think I don't remember that mouth of yours?"
Wendy was ashamed, her fear held back her tongue. She knew she could bite out a scathing remark because he only held with one hand, but at the end of the other wrist was something far more menacing.
"What's the matter?" Smee chuckled from behind her, a mischievous glint in his eye "Hook got ya' tongue?"
"No. Alligator." She choked out around his grasped hand and suddenly he leapt away from her.
"What?"
"Sarcasm I think sir, there's no alligator around anymore, we got 'im last time, don't ya' remember sir?"
"SILENCE! Smee…" Hook leans in and whispers something into Smee's ear, a wicked grin curling around the edge of his lips.
"Bring out The Boy." Smee calls.
"The Boy. The Boy. The Boy." All the other pirates chant, shoving their arms in the air, fists clenched.
Their words beat like her heart. The Boy. The Boy. The Boy. Ba Dum. Ba Dum. Ba Dum.
"PETER!" she screamed as they pulled out a large wooden plank, the size of a door, with The Boy tied on the top. "Oh God, Peter." They propped the board up near so that she could get a good look at him. Bruised, bloodied, and completely broken. The board was stained where he had bleed, and defecated. After they had put him down the Pirates gave him a wide birth, for he stank of feces and rotting flesh.
"You killed him!" Wendy bellowed, and every possible combination of rage, despair, and guilt echoed out of her simultaneously.
"No, not yet Miss. Darling, I was waiting for you before we let our guest of honor go. We're going to make him… well; he can't exactly walk the plank now." Hook flashed a crooked smile and with his shining hook he cut the ropes around her. "Run to him, Wendy," He snarled, grabbed Wendy by the hair, and hurled her at Peter.
The Pirates sniggered and watched in disgust as Wendy groveled at Peter's feet. They hissed and laughed when the smell made her gag, and tried to keep their eyes on her.
"Peter…" Her entire chest burned as she brought herself up on her shaking legs "You need to listen to me Peter, I have a plan but you must be awake, oh Peter, you just must."
"Mademoiselle, I don't know who you are, mais je suis morte."
"No! No, no, no, no, no, you are not! S'il vous plait, Peter. Je suis Wendy! Wendy! Please remember." Her lip quivered, and even though none of the Pirates understood what they had been saying, all of them shuffled uncomfortably.
"Wendy…" Peter sighed "une nomme tres belle."
Wendy stood, pulled herself to her full height, and turned on James Hook "Do wish me to walk the plank again Hook? While you know Peter cannot save me? Throw us off together; let us die the way we should have lived."
Hook rolled his eyes and pulled Wendy back by the hem of her night gown, it ripped almost off. The Pirates hollered in approval, made cat calls, and mimed gross sex acts at the sight of her bare thighs. "You think im going to give you what you want?" He snarled "After everything? Look at him Wendy, really look at him. Tell me, what do you see?'"
"You're a monster." She bit out the words and stared him straight in his cool blue eyes.
"No, you stubborn female, really look at him." With a jerking motion Hook turned Wendy back to Peter, and forced her to stare right at him.
At first her eyes went to his hands, looking for evidence of Hook's vengeance, and found none. Then, to his face, where she saw, in his partially opened eyes, their perfect shade of cat green; she racked her eyes down to his broad shoulders and well defined chest. That's where she stopped. 'Broad chest? Defined muscles?' Her brain screamed that it must be a trick, so without any real effort her eyes trailed down between his legs. She gasped audibly.
"What did you do?" She screamed, whipping around to meet eyes with the Captain, and with an act of Bravery she wasn't quite accustomed to, she reached quickly for the hilt of the sword, pulling it out of his belt. She pointed the tip at his chest and breathed heavily "What have you done?"
"Well, this is a turn up, I thought you'd be pleased, but I'll have you know, I've had nothing to do with this." He sighed, as if he wished very much that ruining Peter Pan's wish to never grow up had in facet been a scheme of his.
"He's…"
"A man, Wendy." Hook stood and took in my despair with a pleasant grin,
"A MAN!" Three voices shouted simultaneously, as three preteen boys fell from the rigging.
"You'll die for this, Hook." Snarled the darkest voice.
"Ah, the Lost Boys, how nice of you to join us, as you can see, Wendy's got check mate at the moment, but if you'll just give me a sec-" He had planned on using her distraction to take his sword back, but in a movement she had learned from Peter, swished it away from his grasp, leaving a gash down his shirt and chest in the process.
"Mother?" Curly asked as he stepped forward, wielding a large club.
"Get them!" Hook shouted from his position on the ground by Wendy's feet.
Wendy's heart pounded heavily and loudly in her ear as Pirates drew their weapons and surged on the four, five if you count the invalid, She thought, and casted a glance towards Peter.
"We can handle them. Get Peter." Slightly shouted as he buried his dagger hilt deep into one of the mangy pirates.
Wendy hadn't quite known how to execute that order, but she did what she felt made sense. She would later regret that. She used Hook's sword and slashed through the ropes holding Peter to the board, and heaved herself and Peter over the side of the boat.