Her Name Wasn't Wendy

Ulternate Ending Part 4

Hook dragged himself to the table to eat. His crew was forcing him to eat after he made a point not to eat after her death. Every bite of food tasted of rotten wood to Hook. No matter how sweet or flavorful his food, it was nothing compared to the horror in his bones.

It was like he had lost a limb, something that fit him so well, so perfectly, was gone. He would never be whole again.

His dreams haunted him with her face. Every night was filled with the terrifying sight of her mangled body or a sword piercing her body. Every time Hook was unable to do anything. It was pure torture. He couldn't close his eyes without seeing her blue eyes staring back at him saying: "Help me."

Zemira was as strong as girls came. But just like everyone, she could only hold that face so long, Hook had seen the change first hand. She was just as broken and torn up inside as anyone else. Only when her mother died did she show her true heart.

Hook wished he could have stayed there in his cabin forever. Him holding her, forever comforting her. That's what he wanted. But fate hated him. It had not only taken Meela, but it craved the soul of everyone he loved. His life would eternally be loveless.

Through his fog of depression he heard a commotion on deck. He could hear them even through thick wooden walls of his cabin which only allowed some noise to make it to his ear. Hook wanted a distraction, and a reason not to eat. He stood up and walked slowly out of his cabin. Leaning on the doorway he looked into the bright sunlight. Too tired to block the sun with a hand, he squinted.

"What is it Smee?" Asked the first mate to Mr. Smee who was collapsed on the deck in a full out sweat. He was breathing hard, mouthing words but no sound coming out.

"She-" he made out after a few moments of silent harsh breathing. Hook's ears perked up, "She,"?

"What?" Another pirate asked, not hearing.

"She's. . ." He tried repeating. Hook stumbled forward. He said "she," his mind screamed.

"She?" Hook called out with a hoarse voice to the rest of the crew. All of them turned to see their captain with disheveled hair, wrinkled and dirty sleeping shirt and black pants while bare foot standing above them. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was blotchy. His cheeks were sunken in because of his lack of food. Mr. Smee propped himself up to look at the captain.

"Cap'in!" He shouted breathlessly, "She is alive!"

Just like that his heart rate zoomed sky high. Blood returned to his face and his heart began to hope. This couldn't be possible . . . could it? No, Pan buried her. She couldn possibly be alive. . .

Then his brain clicked. Pan was hiding her from him. He probably told her some lie about Hook being dead too. Or maybe he put a spell on her keeping her with him. Hook burned with Anger.

His hands were balled in fists and his jaw was set. He turned on his heel back into his cabin. The door slammed shut.

The crew members exchanged questioning glanced. Some held up their hands in ignorance. Then Hook came back out with his sword strapped to his side, boots on, and coat flowing.

"We are not leaving," Hook said quietly in a voice so angry that his crew drew back. Then Hook set out towards Pan's camp with bitter anger mixed with joy and hunger.

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Pan was excited. This was his chance, he could finally rid himself of Hook!

Pan still didn't like that she would never know her parents, but she still wanted to do it. Fate had finally turned to his favor. Zemira was his. She had said so. It was almost better than an engagement. Almost. His heart raced with thoughts of marriage. . .