What comes from watching a movie
This movie frustrates me so much! There’s so many inconsistancies with the actual story! James Hook can’t leave Neverland, fool! He IS Neverland, and there is nothing that can be said about that.
Ugh! I just can’t stand it. The whole curse of Neverland is that you never age, and that you can never leave. If Hook could just leave any time he chose, then he wouldn’t be there anymore! He hates Neverland and always has! He wouldn’t stay there just because! Foolish!
Anyone who thinks that Hook should have stayed there in Neverland, and did so on his own accord, allow me to fight you on that. James Hook was sailing (any reason is up to you). He got lost, or had no course to begin with, and ended up at the island of Neverland. He went ashore and explored, and ended up finding this…this boy. This horrible little excuse for life attacked him, cutting off his hand “because it was fun” and flew off into the sky. James replaced his hand with a hook, to appear more menacing, and declared the boy his nemesis. Any time that James tried to leave the island, he was always drawn back in. He later learned that it was all because of Peter Pan, the wretched little boy who had attacked him. The island was magical and revolved around his every whim, which, apparently, included keeping him there for all eternity, or until he drew bored of him. It seemed to James that Peter would only draw bored of him when he was dead, and that was why he constantly attempted to escape the island and its waters of mermaids and crocodiles.
This story is what most people would consider surreal. James tries to escape, and one night, he does.
What does James find at the end of his journey? He finds something he thought he’d never see again…home.
England. London, to be exact. James Hook originally came from there before his father had sent him off to school at Eton when he became of age. Escaping from school, James set off sailing, which brings him back around to here and now.
“Smee!” he bellowed over his shoulder. Standing at the bow of the ship, it would do him no good to yell forward.
“Aye, Cap’n?”
“Get my maps out.”
“Which ones, Cap’n?”
Jas swung around, glaring at his first mate. “The world maps, you fool.” At Smee’s hesitation, he snapped, “Now, Smee!”
The first mate jumped and scurried away to do his task. James turned back to the land that was coming into view on the horizon. He watched as a large tower erupted from the sea, and there was no mistaking that large clock face. James suppressed a smile, barely. Instead, he smirked at the image and swung around towards the rest of the ship, and climbed the stairs to his cabin. He had some research to do.
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Night fell, and James had officially declared that they were at port…in London. Standing at the railing before his cabin, James addressed his crew.
“Mates, somehow we have escaped Neverland, but we are unsure of the length of time we are able to stay away. We will spend the night here at port, then set sail the next morning. Make sure that you are on deck, ready to sail before dawn, else you will face my hook.”
The crew shifted nervously. The hook was threat enough for them all to return in time. He dismissed them and turned to Smee, who stood behind him with his largely plumed hat. James smirked at him and settled the red velvet hat atop his black curls.
“Cap’n?” Smee asked, nervous.
“What is it, Smee?” James asked, his pale blue eyes moving over the ocean and the city that lay by it.
“Does that go for me as well, sir?”
James flicked his eyes over to his first mate, and his friend. “Yes, Smee. I will see you at dawn. I can take care of myself for one day, I think.”
Smee grinned a little at his Captain’s wit. “Aye, aye, Captain!”
James watched as Smee trotted down the gang plank, and off into the street. With a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and headed down the gang plank himself, and into the unknown.
Lost in thought, and pure wonderment at being back in London, James didn’t notice when he ran into a young woman. He jumped back in shock and immediately swept his hat off his head. “Begging your pardon, Miss.”
“Oh, goodness, no, that was my fault.”
James realized that the woman had been carrying a basket of fruit and immediately swept down to pick up the apple that had fallen out of it. He presented it to her on the tips of his fingers and smiled as her hand took it and replaced it back in the basket.
“I feel awful for bumping into you so rudely. Please, allow me to escort you home,” he said, finally meeting the eyes of the young woman in front of him. She had the most beautiful light-brown eyes. Her mouth was curved up in a slightly cautious grin that looked familiar to him for some reason.
“Alright,” she said, surrendering the basket to his outstretched hand. He shifted it to rest in his hook, and offered his real hand to his young cohort. She took it, and they headed down the street the way she had been going.
They traded small talk, and James found out that she lived just around the corner that she had been living in since she was born. Her parents had passed on a few years earlier, and her two brothers had moved away to go to school at Eton.
“Eton? Really? That’s interesting. I attended Eton when I was a boy.”
“Wow, that’s impressive! I’ve always loved the people at Eton.”
James snorted.
“What?” she asked, concerned she’d offended this dashing stranger.
“I was never a fan of the people that attended the school. It is why I left.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to bring up bad memories. Forgive me.”
“No, forgive me,” he said, looking down at her and giving her a small smile. “It has been a while since I have been with someone so beautiful, and I have let the past take over my mind. I have not returned to England since I left Eton.”
“Wow,” she said, giving his arm a small squeeze. “I had no idea.”
They walked in silence the rest of the way, and the girl paused at the steps to her home. It was a large-sized town house on the corner of Mason Street and Charter Hill.
“I suppose that this is where I leave you,” James said to the mysterious woman, handing her back her basket.
“Would you like to come in for coffee?” she asked suddenly.
James smiled at her. “I would love to, but on one condition.” The young woman’s face changed to that of someone worried about what the condition would be. “I only wish to know your name, dear one,” he said, smiling at her.
“Oh!” she said, shocked. “I am Wendy. Wendy Darling.”
James nearly jumped back in horror. The little tramp that had ruined his great victory over Peter Pan was the glorious woman before him? Impossible.
“Well, this changes things, doesn’t it, my beauty?” he said, putting the familiar purr into his voice. It takes Wendy a moment, but she gets a look of horror over her face. “Ah, you remember me then?”
“How? When? How?”
“I see you are still a girl of many words. If you would like to know the answers of your questions, then invite me in.”
“But, you’re-“
“Come now, Wendy…Darling. You know you can’t resist me,” he said, moving closer to her, forcing her to back up against the railing of the stairs. Luckily, the road was deserted at the moment, and no one could witness the impropriety. He leaned into her personal space, making sure to keep his hook out of the way. He wouldn’t need it with her. Wendy had always had an attraction to him, and he intended to use that to his advantage.
“Captain, there is no way you’re coming into my house. Not after the last time we were alone.”
“My beauty,” he breathed quietly in her ear. “You know that I won’t hurt you. I already could have if I was going to.”
Wendy closed her eyes and took a breath. She was nervous beyond belief, and was even merging on scared. When she opened her eyes, she saw nothing but forget-me-not blue surrounding black, lined by lashes that would make her sigh in envy. “Alright,” she whispered.
James immediately stepped back and allowed her to move towards the door. She opened it and walked in, holding it open for him. He entered the house and removed his hat, hanging it on the coat rack and removing his outer coat, doing the same with the heavy velvet garment. Wendy moved into the kitchen and placed her basket on the counter before preparing the coffee she had promised. He ignored the seating room and followed her into the tiled room, leaning against the counter. He watched as she moved about the kitchen with ease, never missing a beat of placing the coffee in the press and heating it over the stove range. As it set to boil, she turned to him. His white shirt was open at the collar in a relaxed manner, and he had his legs crossed in front of him at the ankles, arms folded across his chest. She met his eyes and mimicked his position. James smiled. Wendy always did have a way with mannerisms.
“What do you want to know, Captain?” she asked stiffly. James smirked and shifted his stance, drawing Wendy’s eyes down to his legs, clad in tan leather breeches. She closed her eyes for a moment and seemed to count to five before opening them again. His smirk grew. She was curious, and she was interested.
Wendy was wearing a simple blue day dress with white lace at the collar and the ends of the sleeves covering her shoulders. She had been carrying a white shawl that had been hung up with his coat and hat to keep away the summer night’s chill. She had definitely grown up, and James definitely noticed. Her golden brown curls had changed from the dark brown they once were, and helped to create a glow around her. Almost angelic, he thought to himself.
“How old are you now, Wendy?”
She looked at him under her lashes. “Ninteen,” she replied.
“And you live alone?” he asked, surprised.
“I do,” she said, slightly amused. “You sound surprised.”
“Of course I am,” he insisted, moving away from the counter and closer towards her. She turned around to tend to the coffee before he could move closer, and James returned to his spot on the counter. “Don’t people talk? Doesn’t it bother you?”
“Of course it does,” she responded, pumping the press, then pouring the dark liquid into two cups. She turned back to find him back at the counter, and she smiled at him, passing the cup into his hands. “Take a seat, please,” she said, motioning towards the sitting room. He followed her into the brightly lit room and sat in the chair closest to the fire. Wendy sat in the chair across from him, and she waited, sipping her coffee.
“You remembered that I take it black,” he pointed out, sipping the delicious drink she had prepared.
“I’ve forgotten nothing about you, James Hook.”
“You are angry with me?”
“Of course I’m angry, James!” she exclaimed, putting her coffee on the table between them. “You kidnapped me when I was a little girl, romanced me, tricked me, threw me to the dogs, lied to me, tried to kill me, then left me for dead! Now you show up at my home in London seven years later and act as though nothing has happened! What do you expect me to do, James?”
He winced slightly, but nodded his head in recognition of her plight. “I apologize for the way I behaved in the past and for not recognizing the fact that you are still sensitive to those behaviors.”
Wendy sighed and looked at him. James had his coffee sitting on the table just as she did. He was still the pirate captain that led the most feared crew in existence, but he was still the dashing man that she had fallen for when she was telling stories about him to her younger brothers.
“I’ve missed you, James,” she whispered.
“You missed me? Or you missed Neverland, and your precious Pan?”
HeHHShe shifted forward in her chair, leaning towards him. “I missed you,” she insisted. “I’ve never been able to talk to someone like I can talk to you, and I’ve missed that. Do you have any idea-“ she paused, fighting sobs. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to go through everything without anyone? My brothers moving away, my parents dying, becoming the laughing stock of the town-”
“Wendy,” James said, getting up from the chair and moving around the table to kneel in front of her. “My dear, sweet Wendy, I’m so sorry,” he said, reaching up with his hand to cup her face. She leaned into his hand, and a tear slid down her face to pool in his palm. He pulled her down to sit on the floor with her, and Wendy cried into his shoulder, grateful for someone to finally release her emotions around.
James held her, letting her cry into his shoulder, while he soothed her with calming words. Finally, Wendy had fallen asleep against his shoulder. With a sigh, James picked her up and carried her up to her bed, laying her down carefully before covering her with the white duvet. He kissed her forehead softly before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. He cleaned up the coffee and grabbed his coat and hat. Before he left, he plucked a large feather from his hat and laid it on the table, then closed the front door behind him quietly. He walked down the road and headed towards his ship. He would not be returning.
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Wendy woke up suddenly, pushing the duvet from her body. She had dreamed that James Hook had come to England, and had been in her house. Of course, that was silly, but she had to be sure. She wasn’t sure how she had ended up in her bed, but she knew that if he was there, there would be a sign of some sort. The seating room was empty and just as she had left it, and the kitchen was clear of the coffee dishes she had been expecting. She went to check the guest room and found nothing there either. With a sigh, she returned to the kitchen and set the coffee press. Waiting for the water to boil, she leaned against the same place she had leaned the night before…or in her dream. She couldn’t tell which. She stared across the kitchen to the place he had been, and saw something bright red laying on the white tile. How she had missed it before, she wasn’t sure, but she went over and picked it up. It was a feather. It was a red feather from his plumed hat. Wendy couldn’t believe it. He had been there. Her dream had happened!
She wanted to run after him, to get him to come back and stay with her. She rushed around and grabbed her shawl, then pulled the door open, the feather still clutched tightly in her hand. She flew down the steps, running towards the port. She had to catch him before he left. She couldn’t stand it if he left again. Wendy wasn’t sure why, but James Hook leaving her meant that she wouldn’t be able to survive another minute. Wendy was running along Mason Street towards Fairway Avenue when she hit something solid. She rebounded backwards, but something caught her around the waist.
“Wendy?”
“James?”
He smiled down at her, and she smiled back, unable to believe what she was seeing.
“What are you doing here? Aren’t you on your way back to…sea?”
He grinned, pulling her tighter towards his body. “I had to ask you something before we set sail.”
People were watching them now, and the improper way they were standing in the middle of the street. “What is it?”
He looked down to her, his eyes boring into hers. “Come with me.”
“What?”
“Come with me to Neverland. I am positive that’s where we’ll end up. I’m not even sure how we got away, but life would be better, so much better, if you returned with us…with me.”
“James, I’m done playing mother to a bunch of pirates.”
“Then come be my wife, and the real pirate queen.”
Wendy looked at him and then looked at the people around them, still staring, and now beginning to whisper.
“Yes,” she said. “For the first time in my life, I’m going to do something I want to do, rather than what’s proper. Ever since my parents died, I’ve been trying to keep up with society and get someone who cared about me enough to take care of me. Without a family, I’m no good for anyone. But-“
“But I love you, Wendy Darling. Come and spend life with me. Leave society behind, and live the life you want to live.”
She smiled at him, and he kissed her passionately in the middle of the street. There were gasps and even louder whispers around them, but neither of them cared. They finally broke the kiss, and James pulled Wendy along the road from the direction he had come.
“The ship sets sail at dawn. We need to get back to the ship.”
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“Cap’n?”
James awoke from his dream, groaning. “What is it, Smee?”
“I’m sorry, Cap’n, but we’ve had a sighting, and you wanted to know when we saw Pan again.”
James closed his eyes, defeated. He would never be free from that dratted island, or the little boy that plagued his life. At least he could live the life he wanted…in his dreams.
Ugh! I just can’t stand it. The whole curse of Neverland is that you never age, and that you can never leave. If Hook could just leave any time he chose, then he wouldn’t be there anymore! He hates Neverland and always has! He wouldn’t stay there just because! Foolish!
Anyone who thinks that Hook should have stayed there in Neverland, and did so on his own accord, allow me to fight you on that. James Hook was sailing (any reason is up to you). He got lost, or had no course to begin with, and ended up at the island of Neverland. He went ashore and explored, and ended up finding this…this boy. This horrible little excuse for life attacked him, cutting off his hand “because it was fun” and flew off into the sky. James replaced his hand with a hook, to appear more menacing, and declared the boy his nemesis. Any time that James tried to leave the island, he was always drawn back in. He later learned that it was all because of Peter Pan, the wretched little boy who had attacked him. The island was magical and revolved around his every whim, which, apparently, included keeping him there for all eternity, or until he drew bored of him. It seemed to James that Peter would only draw bored of him when he was dead, and that was why he constantly attempted to escape the island and its waters of mermaids and crocodiles.
This story is what most people would consider surreal. James tries to escape, and one night, he does.
What does James find at the end of his journey? He finds something he thought he’d never see again…home.
England. London, to be exact. James Hook originally came from there before his father had sent him off to school at Eton when he became of age. Escaping from school, James set off sailing, which brings him back around to here and now.
“Smee!” he bellowed over his shoulder. Standing at the bow of the ship, it would do him no good to yell forward.
“Aye, Cap’n?”
“Get my maps out.”
“Which ones, Cap’n?”
Jas swung around, glaring at his first mate. “The world maps, you fool.” At Smee’s hesitation, he snapped, “Now, Smee!”
The first mate jumped and scurried away to do his task. James turned back to the land that was coming into view on the horizon. He watched as a large tower erupted from the sea, and there was no mistaking that large clock face. James suppressed a smile, barely. Instead, he smirked at the image and swung around towards the rest of the ship, and climbed the stairs to his cabin. He had some research to do.
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Night fell, and James had officially declared that they were at port…in London. Standing at the railing before his cabin, James addressed his crew.
“Mates, somehow we have escaped Neverland, but we are unsure of the length of time we are able to stay away. We will spend the night here at port, then set sail the next morning. Make sure that you are on deck, ready to sail before dawn, else you will face my hook.”
The crew shifted nervously. The hook was threat enough for them all to return in time. He dismissed them and turned to Smee, who stood behind him with his largely plumed hat. James smirked at him and settled the red velvet hat atop his black curls.
“Cap’n?” Smee asked, nervous.
“What is it, Smee?” James asked, his pale blue eyes moving over the ocean and the city that lay by it.
“Does that go for me as well, sir?”
James flicked his eyes over to his first mate, and his friend. “Yes, Smee. I will see you at dawn. I can take care of myself for one day, I think.”
Smee grinned a little at his Captain’s wit. “Aye, aye, Captain!”
James watched as Smee trotted down the gang plank, and off into the street. With a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and headed down the gang plank himself, and into the unknown.
Lost in thought, and pure wonderment at being back in London, James didn’t notice when he ran into a young woman. He jumped back in shock and immediately swept his hat off his head. “Begging your pardon, Miss.”
“Oh, goodness, no, that was my fault.”
James realized that the woman had been carrying a basket of fruit and immediately swept down to pick up the apple that had fallen out of it. He presented it to her on the tips of his fingers and smiled as her hand took it and replaced it back in the basket.
“I feel awful for bumping into you so rudely. Please, allow me to escort you home,” he said, finally meeting the eyes of the young woman in front of him. She had the most beautiful light-brown eyes. Her mouth was curved up in a slightly cautious grin that looked familiar to him for some reason.
“Alright,” she said, surrendering the basket to his outstretched hand. He shifted it to rest in his hook, and offered his real hand to his young cohort. She took it, and they headed down the street the way she had been going.
They traded small talk, and James found out that she lived just around the corner that she had been living in since she was born. Her parents had passed on a few years earlier, and her two brothers had moved away to go to school at Eton.
“Eton? Really? That’s interesting. I attended Eton when I was a boy.”
“Wow, that’s impressive! I’ve always loved the people at Eton.”
James snorted.
“What?” she asked, concerned she’d offended this dashing stranger.
“I was never a fan of the people that attended the school. It is why I left.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to bring up bad memories. Forgive me.”
“No, forgive me,” he said, looking down at her and giving her a small smile. “It has been a while since I have been with someone so beautiful, and I have let the past take over my mind. I have not returned to England since I left Eton.”
“Wow,” she said, giving his arm a small squeeze. “I had no idea.”
They walked in silence the rest of the way, and the girl paused at the steps to her home. It was a large-sized town house on the corner of Mason Street and Charter Hill.
“I suppose that this is where I leave you,” James said to the mysterious woman, handing her back her basket.
“Would you like to come in for coffee?” she asked suddenly.
James smiled at her. “I would love to, but on one condition.” The young woman’s face changed to that of someone worried about what the condition would be. “I only wish to know your name, dear one,” he said, smiling at her.
“Oh!” she said, shocked. “I am Wendy. Wendy Darling.”
James nearly jumped back in horror. The little tramp that had ruined his great victory over Peter Pan was the glorious woman before him? Impossible.
“Well, this changes things, doesn’t it, my beauty?” he said, putting the familiar purr into his voice. It takes Wendy a moment, but she gets a look of horror over her face. “Ah, you remember me then?”
“How? When? How?”
“I see you are still a girl of many words. If you would like to know the answers of your questions, then invite me in.”
“But, you’re-“
“Come now, Wendy…Darling. You know you can’t resist me,” he said, moving closer to her, forcing her to back up against the railing of the stairs. Luckily, the road was deserted at the moment, and no one could witness the impropriety. He leaned into her personal space, making sure to keep his hook out of the way. He wouldn’t need it with her. Wendy had always had an attraction to him, and he intended to use that to his advantage.
“Captain, there is no way you’re coming into my house. Not after the last time we were alone.”
“My beauty,” he breathed quietly in her ear. “You know that I won’t hurt you. I already could have if I was going to.”
Wendy closed her eyes and took a breath. She was nervous beyond belief, and was even merging on scared. When she opened her eyes, she saw nothing but forget-me-not blue surrounding black, lined by lashes that would make her sigh in envy. “Alright,” she whispered.
James immediately stepped back and allowed her to move towards the door. She opened it and walked in, holding it open for him. He entered the house and removed his hat, hanging it on the coat rack and removing his outer coat, doing the same with the heavy velvet garment. Wendy moved into the kitchen and placed her basket on the counter before preparing the coffee she had promised. He ignored the seating room and followed her into the tiled room, leaning against the counter. He watched as she moved about the kitchen with ease, never missing a beat of placing the coffee in the press and heating it over the stove range. As it set to boil, she turned to him. His white shirt was open at the collar in a relaxed manner, and he had his legs crossed in front of him at the ankles, arms folded across his chest. She met his eyes and mimicked his position. James smiled. Wendy always did have a way with mannerisms.
“What do you want to know, Captain?” she asked stiffly. James smirked and shifted his stance, drawing Wendy’s eyes down to his legs, clad in tan leather breeches. She closed her eyes for a moment and seemed to count to five before opening them again. His smirk grew. She was curious, and she was interested.
Wendy was wearing a simple blue day dress with white lace at the collar and the ends of the sleeves covering her shoulders. She had been carrying a white shawl that had been hung up with his coat and hat to keep away the summer night’s chill. She had definitely grown up, and James definitely noticed. Her golden brown curls had changed from the dark brown they once were, and helped to create a glow around her. Almost angelic, he thought to himself.
“How old are you now, Wendy?”
She looked at him under her lashes. “Ninteen,” she replied.
“And you live alone?” he asked, surprised.
“I do,” she said, slightly amused. “You sound surprised.”
“Of course I am,” he insisted, moving away from the counter and closer towards her. She turned around to tend to the coffee before he could move closer, and James returned to his spot on the counter. “Don’t people talk? Doesn’t it bother you?”
“Of course it does,” she responded, pumping the press, then pouring the dark liquid into two cups. She turned back to find him back at the counter, and she smiled at him, passing the cup into his hands. “Take a seat, please,” she said, motioning towards the sitting room. He followed her into the brightly lit room and sat in the chair closest to the fire. Wendy sat in the chair across from him, and she waited, sipping her coffee.
“You remembered that I take it black,” he pointed out, sipping the delicious drink she had prepared.
“I’ve forgotten nothing about you, James Hook.”
“You are angry with me?”
“Of course I’m angry, James!” she exclaimed, putting her coffee on the table between them. “You kidnapped me when I was a little girl, romanced me, tricked me, threw me to the dogs, lied to me, tried to kill me, then left me for dead! Now you show up at my home in London seven years later and act as though nothing has happened! What do you expect me to do, James?”
He winced slightly, but nodded his head in recognition of her plight. “I apologize for the way I behaved in the past and for not recognizing the fact that you are still sensitive to those behaviors.”
Wendy sighed and looked at him. James had his coffee sitting on the table just as she did. He was still the pirate captain that led the most feared crew in existence, but he was still the dashing man that she had fallen for when she was telling stories about him to her younger brothers.
“I’ve missed you, James,” she whispered.
“You missed me? Or you missed Neverland, and your precious Pan?”
HeHHShe shifted forward in her chair, leaning towards him. “I missed you,” she insisted. “I’ve never been able to talk to someone like I can talk to you, and I’ve missed that. Do you have any idea-“ she paused, fighting sobs. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to go through everything without anyone? My brothers moving away, my parents dying, becoming the laughing stock of the town-”
“Wendy,” James said, getting up from the chair and moving around the table to kneel in front of her. “My dear, sweet Wendy, I’m so sorry,” he said, reaching up with his hand to cup her face. She leaned into his hand, and a tear slid down her face to pool in his palm. He pulled her down to sit on the floor with her, and Wendy cried into his shoulder, grateful for someone to finally release her emotions around.
James held her, letting her cry into his shoulder, while he soothed her with calming words. Finally, Wendy had fallen asleep against his shoulder. With a sigh, James picked her up and carried her up to her bed, laying her down carefully before covering her with the white duvet. He kissed her forehead softly before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. He cleaned up the coffee and grabbed his coat and hat. Before he left, he plucked a large feather from his hat and laid it on the table, then closed the front door behind him quietly. He walked down the road and headed towards his ship. He would not be returning.
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Wendy woke up suddenly, pushing the duvet from her body. She had dreamed that James Hook had come to England, and had been in her house. Of course, that was silly, but she had to be sure. She wasn’t sure how she had ended up in her bed, but she knew that if he was there, there would be a sign of some sort. The seating room was empty and just as she had left it, and the kitchen was clear of the coffee dishes she had been expecting. She went to check the guest room and found nothing there either. With a sigh, she returned to the kitchen and set the coffee press. Waiting for the water to boil, she leaned against the same place she had leaned the night before…or in her dream. She couldn’t tell which. She stared across the kitchen to the place he had been, and saw something bright red laying on the white tile. How she had missed it before, she wasn’t sure, but she went over and picked it up. It was a feather. It was a red feather from his plumed hat. Wendy couldn’t believe it. He had been there. Her dream had happened!
She wanted to run after him, to get him to come back and stay with her. She rushed around and grabbed her shawl, then pulled the door open, the feather still clutched tightly in her hand. She flew down the steps, running towards the port. She had to catch him before he left. She couldn’t stand it if he left again. Wendy wasn’t sure why, but James Hook leaving her meant that she wouldn’t be able to survive another minute. Wendy was running along Mason Street towards Fairway Avenue when she hit something solid. She rebounded backwards, but something caught her around the waist.
“Wendy?”
“James?”
He smiled down at her, and she smiled back, unable to believe what she was seeing.
“What are you doing here? Aren’t you on your way back to…sea?”
He grinned, pulling her tighter towards his body. “I had to ask you something before we set sail.”
People were watching them now, and the improper way they were standing in the middle of the street. “What is it?”
He looked down to her, his eyes boring into hers. “Come with me.”
“What?”
“Come with me to Neverland. I am positive that’s where we’ll end up. I’m not even sure how we got away, but life would be better, so much better, if you returned with us…with me.”
“James, I’m done playing mother to a bunch of pirates.”
“Then come be my wife, and the real pirate queen.”
Wendy looked at him and then looked at the people around them, still staring, and now beginning to whisper.
“Yes,” she said. “For the first time in my life, I’m going to do something I want to do, rather than what’s proper. Ever since my parents died, I’ve been trying to keep up with society and get someone who cared about me enough to take care of me. Without a family, I’m no good for anyone. But-“
“But I love you, Wendy Darling. Come and spend life with me. Leave society behind, and live the life you want to live.”
She smiled at him, and he kissed her passionately in the middle of the street. There were gasps and even louder whispers around them, but neither of them cared. They finally broke the kiss, and James pulled Wendy along the road from the direction he had come.
“The ship sets sail at dawn. We need to get back to the ship.”
...
“Cap’n?”
James awoke from his dream, groaning. “What is it, Smee?”
“I’m sorry, Cap’n, but we’ve had a sighting, and you wanted to know when we saw Pan again.”
James closed his eyes, defeated. He would never be free from that dratted island, or the little boy that plagued his life. At least he could live the life he wanted…in his dreams.