Author's Note: Okay, so I wrote this poem about my favorite pirate captain between classes, so it's kind of a quickie. Just something that came off the top of my head, but I think it turned out pretty good. I DO NOT OWN Captain James Hook or Peter Pan. Please R & R, but no flames!

~CaptainHooksGirl~

Envy not the Captain

Envy not the captain who sits at his harpsichord, a melancholy melody upon his fingertips.

Envy not the captain as he stares out into the night, surrounded by his drunken crew yet utterly alone.

Envy not the captain, his dark curls fluttering in the breeze. There is a chill in the air tonight that tells him the next battle may be his last.

Envy not the captain who wastes his years upon an island of dreams, caught in a perpetual nightmare he cannot escape, chasing after a child of the Fay in hopes that, perhaps, in defeating the eternal youth and joy he might be able to recapture his own long forgotten childhood, barely a faded memory in his distant past.

Envy not the captain who awakens each night in a cold sweat, the terrible ticking echoes in his sleep. Time is catching up, old man.

Envy not the captain, spewing a string of curses as he plays a wrong note. The ghost hand still aches from time to time.

Envy not the captain as he prepares for a duel to the death, his sword and hook gleam like quicksilver in the sunlight, but his soul is rusted with bitter hate and sadness.

Malice.

Jealousy.

Disappointment.

Envy not the captain whose forget-me-not eyes turn to flame as he catches a glimpse of the boy on the horizon. And yet…he feels a sudden stab of pain stir within the depths of his battered and bruised heart…Bad form! it cries, but his sense of decency was all but lost the day that horrid monster from the depths swallowed up his hand. The nemeses are more alike than they'd care to admit, but stubborn pride pushes them both forward.

Envy not the captain, a gaping wound pours crimson from his side. Flames turn to embers and embers fade to ash. Perhaps now Pan realizes that this is not a game, a look of pity on his face. Emeralds meet forget-me-nots, and for one brief moment, there is forgiveness and understanding. But it comes too late.

Old.

Alone.

Done-for.

And the jaws of death close upon him.

Envy not the captain.