The island's undergrowth trembled in disgust for the welcome of the troublesome pirates upon its pristine shores. It had been a while since the pirates set upon Neverland, as they were confined to their ship most of the time due to the lack of need to venture forth the island. Captain Hook exhaled a sigh. There was no more need to take grand exhibitions throughout the jungles or roam the lagoon searching for adventures anymore. That was the result of the disappearance of Pan. As much as Hook had hatred for the almighty Pan, he still felt a pang in his heart as he remembered how happy he felt when he and his rival battled each other for domination. "Ay my crew! Place the boat by the palm trees, we will commence our search for the croc'." He instructed.
"Ay Captain." Smee and the crew obeyed in synch.
Hook curled the tips of his thick moustache around his sharpened hook as he planted his boots into the crunching sand. "I hope to leave off by mid-afternoon."
Peter pressed his lips against the smooth wood caps of his Andean Flute, which the Indians had made for him many years ago. Slowly blowing into it, the instrument's several pipes that differed in length flowed very well practised tunes, a lullaby for the ears. The boy was tucked away in his new tree hollow, as he had quickly become too large to fit into his old one he had once lived in with the lost boys. Peter's tune faded away along with his mind as the remembered himself playing this instrument around Wendy, but suddenly coming back to reality and shaking the thought away. No; he couldn't think about HER. She was trouble, and those 'feelings' she talked about would come flooding back at the very thought of her. So to get her off his minds, he continued to play his music.
Not too far away, the great vibrant leaves of the plants cringed as Hook and his crew came to their touch in order to push their way deeper into the jungle. Several trees attempted to swat the Captain to show their annoyance in his arrival to the island's shores. The Captain observed the wildlife and plants surrounding him, and noticed how much more duller there leaves had become and how there stems were even more droopier. The island's liveliness had decreased since the last time he saw Peter Pan. "The island seems to be upset, or even dying. Wonderful! We ought to thank Pan for this." The ice cold hearted man remarked cheerfully. Suddenly, Peter's ears perked up. His tree hollow he stayed in was only mere metres away from where the pirates stood, and Peter could hear everything. It had been a very long time since he had heard the all-powerful Hook's voice, in fact, Peter was puzzled as why he was alive. He was sure the last he had seen of him was his body falling into the pits of the crocodiles belly oh so very long ago. In shock of hearing his name spoken, Peter fell off his fur covered bed he laid on, and into a pile of twigs layering the ground below. Hook, however, froze immediately at the sound of twigs snapping, and turned hastily towards the tree Peter was within.