The Truth About Neverland

Prologue

London, England - December 1732

"We heard that you were the only one that could possibly help us. We are willing to pay however much you want. Please, we beg of you, please find our sons," the husband pleaded towards the tall, handsome man. The husband tangled his hands within each other, placing his elbows on the dark, mahogany table and tucked his face into his hands. The only distinguishing characteristic the married couple saw from the man they were asking help from were his fierce blue eyes.

"How long have they been missing?" asked the man in his naturally deep voice which had a foreign accent. He examined the couple as they looked at each other in panic, only to lead their eyes back towards the man. What importance was it to him how many days their sons had been missing? They just wanted their sons back.

"Three days. Since Saturday. They disappeared around the time we came home from the party or maybe before, we don't know," answered the soothing and kind voice of the wife, however; it was filled with fear and sadness from the fact that her two young sons were missing.

"I don't understand why they would've run away. They've never shown any form of sadness or anger." The husband turned towards his wife. "We just try to treat them the best we can. What could have caused them to run away?" The couple held onto each other's hands with a tight grip as the man helping them looked at his lap and shook his head at the couple, with an ever-so-slight smirk.

"They didn't run away. They were kidnapped." stated the deep, male voice. His eyes met with the couple's, cold with certainty. The couple shook in their chairs and the man waited for their response.

The couple gasped. "Who in their right mind could kidnap two young boys from their own beds?" The man was shocked, surprised that this couple hadn't heard all the rumors of young boys being kidnapped from their houses.

"Something-- no, somebody filled with evil." answered the male. Something he knew like the back of his hand and something that he used to hoped never to deal with again. But as that thing promised, it kept coming back to haunt him wherever he went, even in London.

"Promise us that you will bring our children back, promise us!" the woman pleaded through her tears, nearly yelling. The man knew that he couldn't just say no when she was basically begging him, and he didn't come down from Spain just to refuse the woman's request to find her children. That's something a pirate would do. He wasn't a pirate.

"I promise, but I need to know their names," responded the man. The couple took a deep breath at the same time and the husband took the step, looking at man in front of them.

"Michael and John. We have a daughter named Wendy but she's currently at boarding school. Do you think that Wendy is still at her school? She has to be, right?" the husband answered. The wife rubbed her husband's arm in attempt to comfort him as they watched the man's every move.

"I will bring your sons home and Wendy is more than safe there. This kidnapper is only after young boys," responded the deep voice. The couple looked at each other as the wife looked ready to cry, quivering behind her hand.

"Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Hook. We are forever indebted to you." said the husband.

"It's no trouble at all Mr and Mrs. Darling, if I succeed" said Hook and he knew that he would, "and it's not Mr. Hook."

"I'm sorry?" said the husband as Hook stood and looked at the couple that was begging for their sons to be returned to them.

"Captain. It's Captain Hook," said the man.