Captain sat at the Jolly Roger and glared at Smee who was busy chugging a beer.
"We need to do something about The Lost Boys. And that Peter Pan!" he yelled angrily. Smee choked in mid gulp and turned to glare at his brother.
"They're just kids! They'll destroy themselves sooner or later." Captain barked at the bartender to get him another drink.
'' "Smee, not everything is joke you know. They are a threat, and threats must be eliminated." Smee tried not to flinch at his brothers tone and cast his eyes downwards. "What do think we will need to do?" Captains smile sent shivers down Smees spine, "We use the girl."
"Cap, seriously. You're not really thinking of murdering kids, are you?" Hook grumbled a few words before responding.
"You can't be telling me you're siding with them." Smee rolled his eyes. He jumped off the stool he sat on, setting his almost empty bottle of beer onto the bar counter. He grabbed his brother's shoulders.
"My loyalties are to you completely. You're my brother, and I love you. But you can't murder children," Smee said, staring straight into his eyes. Hook sighed and pushed his brother back onto a stool. He turned around, scratching his chin with his hand, the one that wasn't a hook.
He turned around and kicked one of the chairs at the one of the tables in his rapidly growing bar. Smee didn't even flinch. He was used to his brother's rage. He simply took another swig of beer. Hook spun towards his brother.
"You want to know how I got this?" He asked, twirling his hook around in his brother's face, "Peter Pan's phone rang. The ticking of that damned crocodile came from his phone, blaring. He pushed me onto the ground and tied me down. He took his bloody motorcycle and RAN OVER MY HAND, SMEE!"
"I know, I know. I've heard the story, many, many times before." Smee waved his hand dismissively, angering his brother even more.
"OHHHHHHHH! YOU'LL LOVE THE LIFE OF A THIEF, YOU'LL LOVE THE LIFE OF A CROOK. THERE ISN'T A BOY WHO WON'T ENJOY A-WORKING FOR CAPTAIN HOOK!" One of Hook's men burst through the door to the bar, singing at the top of his lungs, staggering about and stumbling into tables. Hook pulled out his gun, not hesitating to shoot the man in the chest. The bang echoed through the bar. The bartender ducked under the bar. The only waitress at the bar at the moment screamed and ran back to the kitchen. Smee just sighed, setting his beer down.
Hook flung his wrist around, accidentally firing off a few gunshots, breaking a few bottles of booze.
"Aww, my booze," Smee whimpered.
"Peter Pan! Peter Pan! I'm going to kill the little rascal!" Hook screamed, kicking another chair, his arm still flinging the gun around. Smee walked over to him and slipped the gun from his hand. Hook was drunk enough not to notice it. Smee set the gun on the bar, sending an apologetic look to the bartender, who rolled his eyes.
"I KNOW!" Hook shouted. He ran over and grabbed his brother's shoulders, "I know." His breath reeked of strong gin. Smee cringed, trying to wave away the stench.  
"What do you know?" Smee asked, pushing his drunken brother into a chair.
"I know how to get back at Peter for taking off my hand!" The gang's captain exclaimed.
"How will you get back at Peter for taking off your hand?" Smee sat himself into a seat, knowing all too well that you can only talk to a drunk person as if they were five-year-olds.
"I will kidnap his precious Wendy!" He said, leaning over to his brother, who sat just in front of him on a backwards chair. Smee's eyes widened, a dribble of beer spilling from his mouth.
"Kidnap...Wendy? You mean the girl you stabbed in the stomach with a knife?"
Hook snapped his fingers.
"That one! Yes! I want to take that one! Peter liked it, so we'll take it!" He exclaimed. Smee's mouth fell open. They were a gang. They sold drugs, ran a bar, shot the occasional mugger. But they never kidnapped children. After Peter drove his Harley-Davidson Hook's hand over a few months ago, all Hook could think about was the Lost Boys. Where would the Lost Boys be? What are they going to do? Where are Peter and Tinkerbelle going? Smee was sincerely starting to worry about his brother.
"I'm going to lure her brother's out of their hiding place. Our little Wendy will follow them, we'll take her and her brothers. We'll make a deal with Peter and before he can save her, we'll kill them!" Hook shouted with glee. Smee pursed his lips, pressing them into a thin, white line.
"Cap, we don't know where their hide-out is. This idea is folly. why don't you drop it?" He suggested, his smoothness slightly affected by the intoxication of the beer he had drunk.
"NO! No. We will find where this hide-out is. When we do, we will carry out this plan!" Hook snapped his fingers," Smee! Get me a pen! I need to write this idea down!" Solemnly, Smee grabbed a pen and a piece of paper.
"I will find someone who knows where this hide-out is. Someone who feels betrayed by Peter, but knows him well. We will get them to tell us where they are hiding. Then we kidnap Wendy and her brothers. We tie them up and return to the warehouse, giving Peter a present that will blow up at a certain time. Then we kill Wendy and her brother, and the source who gave us the information!" Hook's good hand scribbled madly across the paper, a crazy grin on his face.
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down there Ted Bundy," Smee said, grabbing the pen from Hook's hand. Hook was still breath hard, his mouth almost foaming. He looked at his brother. The face made Smee shiver.
"Do I have your loyalty, Brother? Will you do everything I say?" Hook asked. Smee sighed.
"You always have, Cap. Nothing changes now." Smee regretted saying the words, knowing that his brother wouldn't back down in killing all these people he planned on killing.
"Good. Go get me Princess Tiger Lily."

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