Hook POV
The ticking was not stopping. Constantly. Tick, tock, tick, tock.... on, and on, until it filled your head. Why did that imbecile have to drop the luggage? Why did that great, ugly beast have to swallow it?
"Enough!" I yelled. "I can stand it no longer. Kill the blasted creature! Load the cannons, and don't stop firing until the beast is dead!"
"Aye, aye, Captain!" They all ran off to do my biding. It had only taken me one death to scare them all into obeying my every order. It was splendid. No one ever listened to me like this in the Indian Tribe. All I got was ridicule and disrespect. But now... They all feared me. And fear means respect, and respect means getting what you want. And I like getting what I want. And, most of all, I like this new hook. I screwed it into my wrist, and smiled slyly to myself. Just you wait, Peter Pan.
I would avenge my hand if it was the last thing I ever did.
YOU ARE READING
I Do Believe In Faeries #Wattys2016
AdventureKatherine always knew she was different. Raised in a London orphanage Katherine is made to believe this is all she was meant for, but then, things change when she meets a rather extraordinary boy and goes to Neverland, a marvelous and mysterious isl...
