The Diary of James Hook

June 7th of 1895

It had been five months since my father's passing. Which left  me to be the new captain of his ship. I appointed Smee as my right hand man. It was probably the worst decision I had made as captain. However, being alone at nineteen years of age I suppose I needed the sense of family.

    I found myself quick to anger with Smee. When I looked at him it reminded me of everything I had and lost.

    I heard a knock on my door which pulled me from my thoughts. I called whoever it was into my cabin. To little surprise it was Smee.

    "Aye, Captain. The storm is getting worse. I told the crew to prep the sails and then head in before it gets too bad," Smee said, watering dripping off him onto the wood floor.

    I nodded and waved my hand, dismissing Smee. However, as Smee turned to leave the boat jolted, throwing Smee backwards. Smee crashed into my desk. My ink bottle spilled over my map.

    My map had been drawn all over of places we had been and when we were there. It had details of boys around the age Elliot had been when he was missing, that had also gone missing. The map was important for me finding my brother.

    Smee was quick to find his footing and wipe the desk, "I'm dreadfully sorry Captain. I'll clean this right up, don't worry about-"

    "Mr. Smee, I'll give you three seconds to get out of my room before I cut off your fingers one by one. Then hang you by your toes and leave you there until all the blood comes to your head, killing you slowly and painfully," I growled at the older man.

    Smee rushed out of the room, fumbling before he closed the door behind him. I picked up the map and threw it to the side. I walk out to the main deck and see it almost completely deserted. The only person left out was an older man with a limp.

I headed down to the sleeping quarters but stopped once I heard voices inside.

"He has no right to treat ya' like that Smee. Captain or not," said a man.

"He's probably having a hard time. Losing his father and all," I heard Smee's voice clearly.

"We've all had hard times and we've all lost something. I think the Captain's no better than his father. Just the same, the two of them. Monstrous and cold hearted," said the same man from before.

At that I took my leave. As I made my way to my cabin I realized that man was right. I'm the same monster my father was.

However, I was quickly pulled from my thoughts as I looked out to the sea. It was storming terribly and the water was dark. The waves were grand and crashing roughly against the Jolly Roger. A big wave crashed against the side, nearly throwing me overboard.

More waves came, filling the main deck with water. My clothes were heavy as I tried fighting the wind back to my cabin. Looking back to the sea I see a wave that was different than the rest.

This wave wasn't going to simply slam against the ship. This wave was going to completely over turn the Jolly Roger. I held onto a rope as it neared. I soon found myself surrounded by water and darkness.