Many centuries had passed in Neverland since Peter's last sighting of the almighty Hook, for in Neverland, time travels at a different pace. Pan's memories of Hook had almost faded altogether. His existence was vague in Peter's head, he was nothing but a defeated enemy. This was the same as Hook, he barely could hold onto the memories of his great attacker, Peter Pan. Although the occasional question of his whereabouts had popped up previously, it was brushed off as everyone had assumed he had abandoned them.
Hook and his crew, startled by the nearby rustling, drew their swords.
"Aye, crew! It seems we might have some company…" The captain boasted, just loud enough for Peter to hear. Peter's brow furrowed.
'Who is that? It sounds awfully fond.' he thought. 'Or is it just in my head?'
In inquisition, Peter progressed his head down to the entrance of the tree, and peered out a hole in the entrance frame. He could barely make out the shape of a pair of boots standing outside the tree. Eying at them, he heard the wearer speak.
"My men, I feel a presents close by. Keep an eye out! That dreaded crocodile could be anywhere!" It called.
"Yes captain'." The following men cheered in response.
Captain? Crocodile? It could not be! Peter's face grew pale as the memories came flooding back. All the fights, all the attacks, the scheming and planning, and most importantly, the night on the jolly rodger with the lost boys, Micheal, john and… Wendy. That night where Wendy gave him a precious thimble, the last time Peter ever saw Wendy. He felt his heart bleed as he thought of that night, but immediately shook the thought away. He must not think of… her. However, now he knew, he knew the voice's speaker. The man standing outside his tree; it was the one and only Captain James Hook.
Peter gasped. No, how, what, why?! How did he survive the crocodile's jaws, what is he doing out in this part of the forest, and why is he on the mainland at all?!
Captain Hook turned swiftly on his heel at the sound of Peter's gasp. Terrified, Peter covered his mouth and his face turned red. Peter felt disgusted in himself, he has never been afraid of a foe. Being a quite stubborn boy, he forgot to breathe through his nose as he restricted his breathing from his mouth. Hook drew near, now slicing the tree with the blade of his sword. "Come out come out, wherever you are. I know there someone there." He chanted, his crew following his footsteps. Now Peter's cheeks as red as Neverland's riches berries, he could no longer hold in his breathe. He quickly stood up, becoming dizzy, and inhaled deeply before bursting into a coughing frenzy. Hook raised an eyebrow, and eyed at the entrance in the tree.