Hook was laughing like a madman while leaning over the edge of the ship, watching Pan’s sinking figure- Wendy edged closer and closer to him with the footfalls of a mouse. She brought her foot around his ankle and tripped him up, resulting in him falling over the edge.
Peter woke up, coughing water out of his lungs before standing up, staring at the oddly dressed people. His eyes traced peoples movements while his ears picked up on noises he’s never heard before. He wandered the streets; soon finding out that you shouldn’t walk down the middle!
He started to lift of the ground, ‘Good, I can still fly.’ He thought, then he heard ”look mama, he’s flying, look mama look!”, ‘so flying a rather amazing thing in this world, huh?’ he thought, ‘I don’t want any un-needed attention, better stick to walking.’
As he wandered the streets he smelt a rather foul smell, it was something like petrol, but the entire place smelled horrible, so he couldn’t really care less now he’s gotten used to it. Edging closer, he asked he closest person where he was “well, I think you should know!” the man said cheerily before continuing his way to work.
‘THUMP!’ He heard someone fall behind him and a voice mumble “Blasted Wendy.” Peter turned around to Hook, staring up at him.