"Smee, where are you, you worthless-!" howled Captain Hook from the steering wheel of his ship. His black eyes had a dangerous glint to them that chilled Peter to the bone. He was crouched on deck, barely concealed from view by a thick, wooden railing. The rain was merciless, plastering his soaked clothing and hair to his skin.

He told himself it was the cold that made him shiver, but something about his mission had made him uneasy. He took a deep breath and reminded himself why he had to take Captain Hook's life. He may have been a vile, cruel man, but it didn't make murder any easier. He was still human, after all. He was pondering this when a sword whirled by him and planted itself in the wall in front of Peter.

"What in the world?!" screamed Peter, jarring the sword from its wooden confines and whirling to confront whoever threatened him. That was when he saw Smee. The usually cowardly Smee had grown mad with power since the war had started. The once insecure man's eyes were now wild, which scared Peter. A logical man was much easier to reason with than an insane one.

A snarl worked its way across the pirate's muddy face as he yelled for his captain. 'Two against one?' thought Pan nervously, but then he remembered it was nothing he hadn't done before. Pan went to work on Smee, landing a blow to his shoulder with the heel of his foot. Smee caught his foot and twisted, effectively knocking him off balance. He had grown into a strong fighter, but Peter was still better. This was going to be a fight to the death, one way or another.

"Tinkerbell, what are you trying to tell me?" asked Alice politely.

The fairy was exhausted from trying to get Alice's attention. 'Peter is in trouble,' she wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Fairies couldn't talk like Alice could, which posed a problem for both parties. Tinkerbell had stomped her feet and tried to convey her message until she was blue in the face. Nothing had helped.

Then, she had an idea. She started flying in loops and lines, hoping Alice would catch on. She could spell out her message. Peter tried to kill Captain Hook. He's in trouble. Go save him! By the end, she was lightheaded and looked to Alice, but she was gone. Her work done, Tinkerbell fell to the ground, all of her energy spent.

Smee had tried his best, but he was no match for Peter Pan. He lay, unconscious, on the other side of the ship, rain still pouring over his lifeless body. Now Peter was facing off against the captain. Overall, Peter was still in good condition, suffering only minor scrapes and scratches from his scrap with Smee. Peter smiled as his parrying blows forced Hook closer and closer to the end of the plank.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," came a voice from behind him.

Peter flew into the air so that he could turn around while still continuing his sword fight with Hook. What he saw almost made him forget where he was. Smee had his arms wrapped around Alice, one around her waist and one holding his sword against her throat.

"Let her go, you cowards!" screamed Pan, "Your war is not with her! Your war is with me!"

His words fell on deaf ears and after a few minutes of coercion, Peter begrudgingly laid down his sword at Hook's feet. He had allowed himself to be taken prisoner to ensure Alice's release. Peter began to doubt his truce with Hook as he smirked down at him. Peter was lead away, his hands bound, powerless. He could only hope that Hook would keep his word.

'Alice, why did you have to come?' he wondered.