Hook grabbed Sidney by the upper arm. Sidney screamed and fought, but Hook was twice her size and likely aided by whatever strength Vile had backing him up. The pirates began to cheer again, loudly celebrating what would be the most momentous death they’d had likely in a long time.
BLAM!
Hook froze.
Sidney froze.
The gunshot echoed off the nearby ridges of the mountains.
Hook turned to look at Sasha.
She’d stolen a blackpowder pistol from one of the pirates and shot Hook in the back as he’d walked away with Sidney. With “Wendy.”
Smoke curled from the barrel.
A crimson hole started to form in Hook’s chest as he stared at her, stunned, his mouth agog. He dropped to his knees.
Sasha lowered the gun. “At least it isn’t the crocodile this time.”
Hook smirked and touched the blood on his chest. “Bad form, Mr. Smee. Bad form…” He fell flat to the deck. Dead.
Silence hung in the air as the pirates stared at her.
The crow of a great bird filled the air as Peter Pan swooped low and landed on the yardarm of the ship. “I’ve come to save the—” He stopped. “Am I late?”
If she had a second bullet in the gun, she’d probably shoot himjust out of frustration. Lucky for him, that wasn’t how blackpowder pistols worked and she knew it.
Sasha dropped the gun on the deck next to Hook’s corpse with a clatter.
Sidney walked up to her, hugging her tight for a second in a silent “thank you” before saying the thing they were both feeling. “I think I fucking hate this story now. Can we go?”
Sasha let out a breath. “Yeah. I think we can.”
The End
