[ The sight of that hooked hand knocks the wind out of Peter's sails long enough for him to land with a stumble, swallowing the end of his bold statement. That isn't the captain he knows — not nearly old enough — but he can't possibly be anyone else. He remembers Hook on the bulwarks, jeering Bad form! before falling to his death.
Peter scowls and takes out his dagger. He flies in front of the children who are so far from his hardy Lost Boys as for it to be laughable; Hook is Peter's, anyway. Victory or death is his to claim from this pirate. ]
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[ The sight of that hooked hand knocks the wind out of Peter's sails long enough for him to land with a stumble, swallowing the end of his bold statement. That isn't the captain he knows — not nearly old enough — but he can't possibly be anyone else. He remembers Hook on the bulwarks, jeering Bad form! before falling to his death.
Peter scowls and takes out his dagger. He flies in front of the children who are so far from his hardy Lost Boys as for it to be laughable; Hook is Peter's, anyway. Victory or death is his to claim from this pirate. ]
You. How did you get in here, old man?