Ask not for whom the croc ticks

With a bow and a flourish, I invited Hook to pick up his sword again. He leapt to it instantly, of course, but he was never my match with sword.

Hook ventured all-or-nothing thrusts, but I turned each aside with ease again and again. He sought to close and catch me with that wicked iron hook, but I ducked beneath.

He executed a stop-thrust and jumped back, panting heavily, waving his cutlass before my eyes. He held the wicked hook pointed at my chest, but paused for just a moment, using it to gesture in my direction.

“Pan, who and what art thou?”, he gasped.

I ventured some nonsense, because (of course) I knew not in the least.

“I’m youth, I’m joy,” I shouted in triumph. “A baby bird that has broken out of the egg.”

His eyes widened, for a brief moment.

Then with a sharp report, the small single-shot pistol concealed in the ornate hook burned a line of fire into my chest. As I collapsed onto the deck, James Hook leaned over and sank the tip of his cutlass deep into my belly.

“I am age, and I’m treachery,” he said quietly, and the lights faded for the very last time.

RecDave Seal

Craft a story from the perspective of a twelve-year-old observing it all. For your twist, focus on specific character qualities, drawing from elements we’ve worked on in this course, like voice and dialogue.

Yep, I watched a live Peter Pan broadcast earlier this evening. The connection to the prompt was an obvious one.

Apologies to the JM Barrie estate, I had to lift Pan’s “I am youth” line nearly verbatim. It is rather iconic. But then again, I also killed off his lead and wrecked his entire happy ending…a much larger offense, surely.

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