|Captain James Hook
Author: whisperonthewind PM
A story like this has never been told. Most people never want to hear it, but it must be told. This is the story of James Hook.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 6,967 - Published: 04-30-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2164580
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
A story never told
A story like this has never been told. Most people never want to hear it, but it must be told. Lives turn into stories, which turn into myths, and then into nothing but a fairytale. This story is not about a young boy who never wanted to grow up, but instead about a boy who chose the path of piracy.
James Hook as you all know is a pirate who is out to get everyone's hero, Peter Pan. But this is nothing but a lie. You must understand. People twist and change the truth to make it what people want to hear. Let's take a look into the past. This day is great for now you will know the truth about Captain James Hook.
Many years ago, by the roaring ocean, a small child was born. And following this Childs birth his mother sadly departed this world.
The young child's father was a sea captain of a ship called the "She-devil". He was always gone, always sailing amongst the waves. Until one day he got news that his wife gave birth to a young boy. He immediately sailed back to port and without even stopping at the nearest pub, went straight home. Having a son was the greatest thing someone could have hoped for. And to a sailor having a child in his life was worth more than all the wind on the high seas. But sadly that same night his wife died. And this to the captain was like losing his ship.
Her last words to her husband were, "Love him for me, my son, James."
After his loss the captain wanted nothing to do with his new born son. Even if it was a gift to have a boy, he felt like a child was nothing but a burden, since his wife was not going to raise him.
The captain couldn't let the child die, even if he was a pirate, killing a new born baby was never good. If this news reached the streets, even other pirates would go after him. Since killing the boy was out of the question, all he could do was bring him up on his own.
He raised James, his son, but nothing more. No love, no hope, no care. James's father would often get drunk and beat him. He was never home, and never cared.
James's father would always be gone for months, sometimes years, on long and treacherous journeys. He always told everyone that he was a trader…but really he was nothing but a filthy pirate.
James would always enjoy his freedom when ever the captain would leave. He would have the whole house to himself, with no beatings or his father bringing home sickly sweet smelling women off the streets.
During this free time, James would often sneak into his father's room and read. He would read about the ocean, swords, battles and piracy. James would consume all the knowledge he could get his hands on. He would read maps; learn about foods, and animals. Only a few times over the summers did James have jobs. Once he worked in a bar, as a busboy, but that job didn't last too long. And another time he worked as a blacksmith, but there were too many unexplainable injuries.
"One day", James would often think, "I will be the greatest pirate ever, and my father will respect me!"
When James was little, his father would always carry around a pocket watch. It was silver and a little bit rusty on the latch. Inside the time was always wrong, but the constant ticking would continue. James never knew why his father had kept this piece of junk. Some days James would often think about stealing it from his father, just to have some satisfaction of stealing from him, right under his nose.
One night after a regular and painfull beating his father left to a local tavern and didn't come back until late. Around midnight, James heard commotion in the living room, and climbed out of his bed to see what was going on. James crept down the hallway, he could see two large men dragging in his inebriated father. He was stone drunk and had passed out.
"Where do we put him," one man said.
"Doesn't matter," the other man said "Let's get back to the pub and close up for the night."
And with that the two men simply dropped James's father onto the ground. With a loud thud, his father hit the cold wooden floor. The men, who had dragged him there, had simply walked casually out of the house, closing the water damaged door behind them.
James then had an idea. This was his chance. Slowly and quietly James tip toed over to where his father lay.
Out of his thread bare pocket, hung the chains to his watch. James reached down to grab a hold, suddenly his father gave a loud grunt. James froze, he didn't move, didn't blink, didn't even breathe. But his father's eyes remained tightly shut. After five minutes of complete silence, James closed his hand on the silver chain. He pulled the watch as slowly as he could. He could now see it. The shinny metal orb started to come out.
"Just about there." James thought.
His forehead started sweating and his heart beat speed up so fast James though he was going to fall over.
And then, "Yes!"
James ran back to his room closing the door behind him. He cradled the silver object close to his chest, as though he had just found treasure. James was so happy.
That night he put his new treasure under his pillow and would only take it out when his father wasn't there. Maybe sometime he could wear it, like the rich do.
The next morning James's father didn't even notice that his watch had been taken. And he never noticed, throughout James's life.
After many summers passed, James turned 15. He was older now, looked older, and acted older. James had a young face with bright grey eyes. His hair was black, and was down to his shoulders. James would often have bandages on his arms or body because of the beatings his father would still force him to endure. But other than this, James tried to keep him self fairly descent looking.
On one hot spring day, just as the sun set, James straightened up the house. A new shipment of booze had just been delivered to the local tavern and he knew his father could never pass up new imported beer, even if he was in a far off country.
Soot lay around the stone fireplace, mice in the corner, and empty cabinets. Just as his father had left it. James sat down in a chair and stared at the flickering red hot coals. The red sparks continued to pop and spring from one black coal to the next.
After an hour James's eyes began to droop and his arms fell to his side. Then, like and clap of thunder and flash of lighting, the front door across the room, swung open. This violent action shook the house down to its foundation.
In staggered his father. He wore a large trench coat with a pistol sticking out of his pants, clacking with his large brass belt buckle. He had a small brown beard and wore a large black hat. The moment he stepped inside James could smell the fowl smell of booze. The large inebriated man was also swaying back and forth. James's father took one look around and then squinted at James. He slammed the oak door behind him and step forward.
Then almost right on time, a rush of anger and booze swept over him.
"What are you doing?!" he screamed.
James looked around confused, and scared.
"Stand at attention when your captain gets on bored!" he wobbled a little bit more giving the illusion that he was going to fall over. He stepped forward towards James and grunted while the red wooden floor gave a loud, creak!
"Um…captain?" James almost giggled but restrained himself. "Why don't you sit down?" James got up and walked off to the right.
"I'm the captain!" He was so drunk. "I want…" he stopped and almost fell over again.
James started to back away but it was no use.
"Are you defying me boy!?" he staggered up to James. They came face to face and James's father had such a strong smell of booze on him that James almost had to turn away. James tried to look passed his father but this just pissed him off more.
James's father hit him so hard that James fell to the floor. James herd his jaw crack and could taste the metal flavor of blood in his mouth. But it wasn't over yet.
A foot jammed its self into James's side.
James curled up in pain. His rib cage felt like it had broken. But he knew it was just going to be another large painful bruise.
Before James realized that his father had stopped kicking him, his father reached down and pulled James up by his shirt, lifting James up off the ground. James's father was holding him so tight that James was gasping for breath. James struggled but the more he moved, the more his head started to hurt from not breathing.
BAMMMM!!!! A fist came down onto James's face.
The impact was so hard that James fell out of his fathers grasp and onto the hard floor. After striking the floor James quickly crawled to the corner of the room. He stared at his angry and inebriated father and without warning his father suddenly fell over. Straight to the ground making the house rumble and creak.
For a moment James didn't know what to do, he sat there staring at his passed out father. James's body was shaking and his thoughts were erratic.
"Get up, get up!" his mind screamed at him.
Using the wall to support him, James got to his feet and deciding to lock himself in his room. When or if his father woke up the next day, James new there would be an aftermath of anger.
James crept down the hall to his small room, and silently shut the door. He sat down onto his bed and stared into his small plain glass mirror on the wall across from him. Besides his bed and the dull mirror, there was a chest at the end of James's bed. And all that was in his chest was a stew of dirty and clean clothes.
His bed had a single sheet on it with a small dirty pillow sitting on top. James had always slept on this lumpy mattress and never complained, but James thought maybe this year he could get a new one…when his father was gone of coarse.
James's bed was against a cream colored wall that had a large window in it. This was the only source of light in James's room. There was candles around the house, but James found out the hard way that he wasn't aloud to light them. Once when he did, his father beat him with his belt for an hour.
After a half hour of staring at his new wounds, James buried his head into his lumpy old mattress. He wanted to cry, but something wouldn't let him. Maybe it was because he was older now, maybe it was because he wanted to feel control, or maybe it was just because his face hurt. His face got hot, and he wanted to scream, but held back.
James's father beat him, spit on him, and ignored him. James had just turned 15 and for his birthday he wanted freedom. When James was little, every birthday, he would pray for an angle to take him away. Take him to a place where he could grow up and be respected. That's all he ever wanted, respect and freedom. But now sitting alone in his room, got him thinking. Anger filled his mind.
"What am I still doing here?" James thought to himself. What was his home but a hole in the wall? Then, life smacked James in the face; if he died his father wouldn't even care. If James ran away, would his father even notice?
Anger and rage consumed James.
"This is it," James said, "I'm going to leave and never look back."
In that moment James slid off his bed and walked over to his trunk. His body was still shaking but this only made him want to leave more.
After rummaging through his wooden smelly chest James touched the material of his black coat. James painstakingly pulled it on, and then stood next to his bed.
"I'll go out the window", James thought.
And he crawled up onto his bed and forced open the rusty window.
Now this was one of those moments. Those moments were your life could go down any path. One of those times when your decision could make a world of difference. James could stay home and live quietly with beatings and die of an early death from head trauma. James could have ran away only to be killed by muggers in two nights time. But what happened next could have fooled the gods.
James looked out of window to the stars. The stars seemed like they were winking at James. Just urging him to leave. Then as James stared at a random star in the sky, the light started to grow. The light was getting bigger! It was coming straight towards him!
The bright light was flying towards him and James jumped down from his bed, and ran to the opposite side of his room. Then the erratic flying light entered his room. It was flying around and seemed like it was confused. James looked around for anything, anything to kill this thing with. But nothing. The light was fluttering around like a glowing bird. Then the light started to fly towards him. James franticly backed away, but in doing so James tripped over a loose floor bored. Hitting the ground with a large thump, James sat knees up, staring at the erratic object.
"What is that thing!" James's thoughts screamed.
Then the object seemed to stop in mid air as it calmly landed on James's knee.
The thing was a fairy.
James was in shock to see what look to be a young male fairy standing right on his knee.
It had a strong face and green and black clothes. It was no bigger than a pencil and had beautiful wings of gold.
James was just about to poke at this strange creature when it talked!
"And who are you?" asked the fairy.
"Uh…" James was still in shock.
"Uh…what?" the fairy stared at James.
"What are you?" James asked with much confusion.
"I'm a fairy, what'd ya think I am? But who are you?" the fairy said with his hands on his hips.
"Uh…a…a fairy? Um…My names James" He blurted out.
"Ok… what never see a male fairy before? And you know I have a name, its Delphinus."
"I've never seen a fairy before." James blurted out.
"Oh…well yes…I don't mean to be rude but I'm lost…and I'll just be headed back home now."
"Wait!" James yelled still on the floor, "Where is it you're going…?"
"Oh…um…. Never Land" the fairly turned around in a circle and stretch its wings. Shaking some sort of gold dust onto the floor.
"Where?" James asked.
"How old are you?" the fairy asked still stretching its wings.
"What?" Now James was more confused than ever.
"How old are you" Delphinus turned to James, and took a step forward.
"Um…I'm 15." James stuttered.
"Oh…" the fairy paused "Too old to never grow up, but not too old to be a pirate." The fairy muttered, going back to stretching out his wings.
"What? Did you say pirate?" James's eyes grew large.
"I would like to be a pirate", James looked out the window fondly, and then looked back to come face to face with a pair of small bright blue eyes.
James almost fell backwards in shock but sat up.
"Um ya, I think it would be exciting!"
"Well if you think so, I see no problem in you coming with me." Delphinus jumped off James's knee and into the air. "I just need to get home to my wife."
"Anywhere would be better then here. And if I could become a pirate, it would be so adventurous!" James thought to himself.
"I'll just go grab…" but James was cut off by the fairy.
"Come on, you don't need anything, lets go before sunrise"
"Oh, um, ok…how do we get there again?"
"We fly of course." Delphinus flew into the air and over to the window ledge where he landed gracefully.
"What!? I can't fly?!" James got to his feet.
The fairy took flight and flew over James. Immediately James was hit with the feeling of a thousand tickles. The feeling was like the warmth of love, with the happiest thought ones mind could produce. He started to laugh until the feeling ceased. "What was that?!" James looked up at Delphinus.
"That was pixie dust moron. You need it to fly."
"Oh. Um ok…but then why am I not flying?"
"Um…" the fairy paused and then said "oh ya you need to think about a happy thought."
Delphinus flew back over to the window ledge. Were he landed and then looked out the window.
James thought, and thought, but nothing crossed his mind. He closed his eyes, but nothing happy. This couldn't be, thought James. Until finally something crossed his mind. His father. A smile crept onto his face. He thought about killing his father. And when James opened his eyes, he was floating above his small bedroom.
"I…I cant believe this."
The fairy flew up to him, "Come on now, let's go." He headed out the window, "Follow me!!!!" Delphinus said.
James flew out side of his small cramped house, and left all his hurt behind, and as he left, he never once looked back.
The feeling of flying is something you never forget. It's the rush of a life time. Everyone wishes that they could fly and when they get to, it is the best sensation one could hope for.
"Second star on the right and straight on till morning!!" Delphinus yelled back to James.
And as the wind rushed past him, James thought to himself, "Life will be a great adventure."
James followed the fairy until the stars shooting passed him started to blur, and fade. James wanted to scream "What's going on?" but didn't have time. A bright light consumed James and his rescuer. It engulfed them in striking white light. James shut his eyes tightly, and the next thing he knew a voice spoke to him. James felt his body stop flying, and sun light hit him.
"Open up your eyes. We're here."
James opened his eyes and looked around. The sight was unbelievable. Bright blue ocean sparkling around an island that was just screaming out, adventure! The warm sun, made the clouds even look like crucial part to this paradise.
"Come on", said Delphinus. He flew down through a puff of cloud and disappeared.
James couldn't believe his eyes. Was he in some sort of dream? Could it be his face might still be in his lumpy mattress? No. This was no dream.
James, smiled, and flew like an angle with new wings. He soared through the sky, keeping an eye on the island.
As he flew closer to the magical land, James saw a lagoon, caves, and even an Indian camp. James couldn't believe this. This was the freedom he had always wanted.
James's heart raced and his black hair swept passed his face.
Then he saw Delphinus come into view. He was headed towards a dense forest.
James fallowed, not knowing where to go. They were soaring over green tree tops which looked like a large salad. Suddenly without warning the fairy dived into the trees. James barely had time to react, but fallowed, and then, WHAMMM!! A branch hit James in the stomach. James fell fast to the ground not too far below.
James landed on his back side, and a sliver of pain was sent throughout his body.
"Owwww" James moaned.
James sat up and looked around. Everywhere in the trees, bright lights glowed. There were some small structures in many of the trees, and in others there were just the bright glows of what looked like a thousand candles. The lights winked at James, just as the stars had. James was so stunned he didn't see the fairy that had saved him, flying down right next to him.
"Amazing isn't it?"
James jumped and looked down to see Delphinus.
"Ya, it is…" he gasped.
"That's what my wife, Bell, keeps saying, but there are better places; its Just a home…" Delphinus looked around. "But come this isn't the only place around here. Before I let you go off to the pirates, you should know of the other occupancies, besides the mermaids."
"Mermaids?" James couldn't believe it. This was like a pirates dream. He was never going back to that home. Never!
James got up and followed the fairy.
Walking now, James saw what was underneath the tree tops: a harsh dense landscape of rocks and vines. After a while, passing tree after tree, finally Delphinus stopped, landed and turned to James.
"The people you are about to meet, are the lost boys of Never land."
Then Delphinus sprang up and disappeared into the bush. James took a breath and his heart started to race. He followed but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a jungle gym of forest. Trees were made into tree houses, vines everywhere, and bridges leading here and there. Candles, food, and toys were spread out everywhere over the setting.
Then without warning, a rush of children came out of nowhere. They all seemed to be under the age of ten, and were all wearing raggedy dirty clothes. Many of them smelled, and they all had smiles on their faces, and looked excited. But leading them was an older boy. He was wearing a green shirt and shredded pants. He was also holding a small, but deadly golden sword. All of the boys were looking at him and then to James.
James took a step forward, and then looked over to his fairy friend, landing on a protruding branch next to his shoulder.
"Peter, this is James." Delphinus said facing the young boy.
The older boy had blue sharp eyes and brown hair with stripes of red in it. He was young, but older than the rest.
"Welcome to Never land the boy said. My names Peter."
"Um, hi…" James blurted out, still trying to take everything in.
"Lost boys go on, lets play a game!" he turned and ran off into the crowd of boys who were all running, and doing summersaults.
"You'll have to excuse them, they are children after all. They think everything is game."
"But deaths not a game." James said, thinking of his father.
"Well, slightly yes." The fairy looked out at the boys, and then back at James. "You probably don't care, but I thought you'd like to meet them. You see here, in Never land, children never grow up. But people do."
"Who are the lost boys?" James asked.
"What?" the fairy looked at James.
"You and that boy, Peter, called them the lost boys."
"Oh right. This is a place where fairies, like myself; find it to be our job to rescue lost boys."
"I guess you were a little late with rescuing me." James turned around and walked back into the shade of the forest.
"Wait!" Delphinus called after.
"What?" James asked not looking at him still walking at a fast pace.
"Listen… James stop walking!" James stopped, but didn't look up. Delphinus finally caught up and then hovered in front of James.
"Listen I don't know if I was meant to find you but I did, and now I have to take you to the pirates. If you're not a lost boy, you're a pirate. That's the way it is."
"Fine, then what are we still doing here." James sounded annoyed, and felt angry.
Delphinus didn't say anything and started off. James had to sprint just to keep up. Maybe pissing off the person leading you to your destiny wasn't such a good idea.
After about fifteen minutes, James smelled the strong smell of sea salt. Then sunlight struck the two, as they entered an old town right next to the sea. Massive ships lined the harbor, and old ocean front houses were set about like random stones. Everything looked old and used. People, were everywhere. Men in old coats, with uncombed beards, and women with old dresses that looked like they were going to burst open at anytime. Men with one eye, men with one leg, and men with booze on there breathe.
To James, it felt like home.
As James looked about the people of this town, he could hear a ticking. He looked around but then slid his hand into his pocket. Inside, his cold figure struck metal. His fathers watch was in his pocket. James was happy yet something grim entered his mind. This would surly help him to be better then his father was. This was another one of James's dream. This would remind James of how much he hated his father, and one day would be better then him.
James left the silver watch in his pocket, and turned back to Delphinus.
"Here we are" said Delphinus. "You might want to look about. Make…" the fairy gave a small cough, "friends."
Just as Delphinus turned to leave, James called after him, "Wait, what now?"
"Go on, it's not going to be easy, but go on, be a pirate." Then before James could do anything the fairy was gone.
James took a deep breath and stepped deeper into his destiny.
That night, and the next day, James met them all. The bad and the good. He met all the pirates he could. He found "friends" and much more.
After a month James trained to be the best. He fought, he learned. He had the weapons, but not the respect. James new without the respect, he could never be the pirate he wanted to be. He had his freedom, and now, he craved respect.
On one hot sunny day, James sat on the dock, letting his sore feet dangle in the cold refreshing sea. Then as he basked in the sun, huge shadows crept over him. James looked up, and towering over him where the faces of his comrades.
"Hello James." A man said.
"Ay and what is you'd be wantin?" James smirked.
"I here tell," a voice sounded "that you'd be wantin respect."
"Maybe", James said.
"Well we've found something that might interest you." The first man said.
"Oh, and what'd that be?" James now pulled his feet out of the water, and stood up. James was just as tall as these sea dogs. He had grown, in height and knowledge.
"There's something you could do, and get respect from everyone."
"Well, what be it!" James shouted, now getting impatient.
"There's a nasty crocodile in these here waters. And everyone's fed up with it tearing into there nets. Everyone hates it, and want it dead. If you kill it, then you're sure to get the respect form everyone." Dirty smiles appeared on everyone's faces.
But James on the other hand, didn't care. He had a chance of getting the one thing he wanted, respect.
"Very well." This calm and simple answer shocked the men. James calmly walked away, leaving his companions still in shock and doubt standing on the dock.
James then suited up, taking his dagger, and best sword. He put on a blue bandana to keep out his hair from getting in his eyes and pulled his coat on.
James stood there. He didn't know what he was waiting for. He stood right out side of the woods. He would need to walk all the way to a certain cave, were everyone said the crocodile lived. James took one final salty breathe, and then started off.
He walked all day. The woods shaded him from the heat of the day, but that didn't matter now that James could see the sun starting to set through the trees. He had to walk faster. He wanted this more than anything at the moment. This was his chance. He was going to do this.
An hour later, James finally came upon the rocks of the cave. The cave had a large opening but didn't go too far in. After positioning himself and making sure his boots were on tight, James started to climb into the vast cave opening.
He watched his footing making sure that he wasn't going to slip. After the climb into the cave, his hands had taken a harsh scrapping, enough to start bleeding. But this didn't matter. James had his mind set on only one goal. Once inside the cave, James climbed down onto a sandy piece of rock. He bent down, and started into the water. He had planned everything up till now. How was he supposed to get the crocodile to come to him?
Then James had an idea. He stuck his bleeding hands into he clear cold water, but the salt was too much. He quickly pulled his hands out and up to his chest. James didn't need his hands in the water long. James looked out over the waters surface and saw the scales protruding from the backside of the crocodile. It was staring right at James, and started swimming closer.
"Whooohooooo!!!" all of a sudden a young voice echoed throughout the cave. James looked about, infuriated. Up flying above him, was the young boy Peter. He was flying about him, doing back flips in midair. James reached for his sword, but just held on to the handle.
"What are you doing here!?!?!?!" James yelled.
Peter stopped and floated calmly down to greet James. "Why hello again."
"You are ruining everything!" James yelled.
"Oh, and why is that? Is it because I don't know the rules to the game?"
"What!? What game? This isn't a game!"
"Of course it is…"
"No its not!"
Peter jumped back, "You sound just like them", peter said, looking scared, "you're a pirate, a grownup!"
"Ya, so what!?" James was determined not to have some child mess this up for him.
"Why have you come here James?!" Peter asked, still keeping his distance.
"To get respect."
"What a silly prize."
"No its not!!!" James lost his control and drew his sword. "And I'd be willing to fight you to prove it!"
"Fine, that sounds fun." Peter drew his golden sword and off began a fight that would leave an everlasting effect.
James and peter clashed against each like two strikes of lighting. James's sword clashed with hate, Peter's with fun. Both their foot work was amazing.
"Why do you hate so much!" Peter said out of breath.
But James didn't answer, he wanted to win, he wanted the respect, he wanted it so bad.
Suddenly the crocodile who was watching the action before him, gave a loud splash with his tail. In that moment James got distracted, he had slipped and the silver ticking watch that gave him hate, fell from his pocket plunging into the water. For that moment, Peter lost his footing and made the biggest accident of all history. The water had made the ground soft, and peter lost his footing, and fell forward, swinging his sword in the air. James then tried to react but it was too late.
Like a piece of paper, Peter's sword cut James's left hand off. James fell to the ground. The pain was so great. Blood was everywhere. His dismembered hand lay on the ground. Blood soaked the sand and leaked into the water. At this moment all hopes and all dreams seemed to disappear. James was dying.
During this confusion the crocodile in the cold dark water swam up to the scene of the fight. He was hungry, and was willing to interfere. He suddenly raised himself up onto the sand and snapped at James's dead hand. After one snap he succeeded in consuming it. The taste of James's flesh was so good, that the crocodile wanted more.
Peter never wanted this to happen. It was mistake. It was an accident. It was a game to him. But now, Peter new James needed help. Immediately James pulled out his flute. As fast as Peter had started playing his flute, mermaids appeared. The crocodile knew better then to mess with mermaids so he turned to swim off. But before leaving the caves waters, he swam down to the bottom were the reeds grew wild and consumed the ticking pocket watch. The crocodile wanted every last part of James and would always hunger for more.
Mermaids were pretty but had magic and powerful herbs on their side.
"Peter you have come to visit…!" but the mermaids speech was immediately cut off.
"Quick I need your help!" the mermaids didn't ask questions; they could smell the blood in the water. Many swam fast to go and retrieve a small white washed row boat left by pirates weeks ago. And the others swam to get magic herbs that would stop the bleeding, even if the wound was fatal.
Peter took off the bandana on James's head and wrapped it frantically around James's wrist.
The mermaids returned carrying the herbs which were quickly applied, and the row boat which Peter dragged James in to.
Peter didn't want to but knew he had to: Peter had to bring James to the pirates' cove. The mermaids helped by pulling the boat with eminence speed. Out into the ocean and just about there, the herbs kicked in and the blood flow stopped and James opened his eyes but said nothing.
Peter wanted to say something to James, but couldn't.
James was still in increasing pain, and couldn't talk even if he wanted to. James just looked up at peter. In the back of James's mind, he thought,
"Respect, my chance for respect is over."
But really it had just begun.
The mermaid's pulled the boat up to the dock and dived deep back into the depth of the ocean so no pirates would want to harm them.
Peter then jumped into the air and made a loud sound, like a rooster crowing.
Immediately men came out of buildings and ran off of ships. Many didn't know where the sound came from, but the ones who did, ran to were James lay, helpless in the small wooden row boat.
"Quick, he needs medical help!" Peter yelled out as they arrived upon the scene.
Many stood there in shock but the ones who were true friends of James, pushed there way through the crowd of tattoos and coats. These true comrades of James's picked him up with there strength and ran to the nearest infirmary. Peter stared out over the crowed, watching as James was being saved.
Peter didn't know it, and neither did James at the moment, but that night things were going to happen. Things that would change the course of history. Strangers would become enemies, a name would change, and respect would be handed out by the handfuls.
Inside the nearest house, a doctor, who was fairly sober, rushed in. He put a tourniquet on James's arm and began his careful work. James had to undergo painful stitches, and with only alcohol to subside his pain, James was ready to scream. The pain of having your bones and fleshed sliced off like an orange from its tree, was so intense. At first the doctor thought that James was just going to die. But tried to save his arm anyways. He worked quickly and carefully, and by midnight that night; James's arm was saved. His hand of course, was not. The doctor told the others that James was ok, but that didn't matter. You see pirates will take any excuse to fight. Anything from a dead duck to a stolen ship. Fighting was strewn throughout the very blood in their veins. Now, arriving upon the seen of the crime, many pirates believed that this action was intentional. But how were nasty drunken men supposed to know that it truly was just a mistake.
While James slept in pain that night, a gang of pirates went out in search of Peters hide out. Successful that night, the pirates tore up the lost boys camp, and in a fury they all declared that a war had just started. They lit fires to the trees, sent bullets flying not caring who they hit, and shouting in rage. Many of them only did this because of the chance to have some excitement; not because of James.
Peter now understood. This wasn't a game, but to peter as long as no one died, it was sure fun. The lost boys left there part of the forest, and decided it would be best to travel and find a new place to live. To the lost boys this was like a game of hide and seek, but Peter new better. He new it was much more. Something in the winds shifted. A new enemy was born.
Now as you might have figured out the next morning James's hand was replaced with a hook. You see in the morning, James wanted something. Something that would draw fear into his victims. He didn't want some wine bottle, or dagger. No. A hook was perfect. Deadly and perfect.
When James went amongst the fellow pirates, they cheered. The pirates respected him. It cost James's hand, but was this really what he wanted? His comrades respected him, for his strength. James was respected everywhere he went. And from that day on, he would fight anyone he could, just to prove he was strong and skilled.
But the days grew long, and everyday his "friends" and ship mates poisoned his mind, making everything disappear, and was replaced with the urged to kill peter pan. Hook hated Peter obsessively, and lived for the day he could make Peter and all his Lost Boys walk the plank.
But it wasn't just his shipmates who poisoned his mind. Ever since the day that the crocodile ate James's hand, the creature craved for more. He was always fallowing James. Always wanting to get the flesh that he desired so. And with this stalking the simple pocket watch inside the animals belly, kept on ticking. Everyday, where ever James went, the creature in the murky depth, fallowed. James would constantly be reminded of the pain and of his father. The ticking eventually drove James insane.
To go through the years of James without a long and complicated process: it is said that James was a pirate named Blackbeard's warrant officer in charge of a ship's anchors, colors, deck crew and the ship's boats. And James learned many skills from watching Blackbeard. But soon, somehow Blackbeard left Never land. He found his way back to the small blue planet.
And after this life under a captain, James struck fear in many a soul. Stories crept around fires at night. And whispers of great things would go around the dinning table.
James was so gruesome it was said that he was the only man Long John Silver ever feared.
The story books and diaries would describe James like this, "He wears an iron hook in place of his left hand and just by looking him in the eye, he will kill you."
Now I don't think that part was true, but over the many years, James became a captain of his own ship and crew.
He named his ship The Devil's Revenge, for he wanted this to also strike fear into his victims. After years and years, the stories grew and grew, and Captain James Hook found his way into the history books. No one dared mess with him. And even peter pan, wished that he hadn't done what he did. But once the damage was done, there was no going back. Captain James Hook would be the immortal soul no one would ever forget.
A story like this has never been told, and most people never want to hear it, but it must be told. This was the story of the great Captain James Hook.