#p:tinkerbell

This was it. The pirates had the boy surrounded and while Wendy lay there blood still staining the bandages that Hook had just bound around her, he was glad that his crew were just as invested in trying to capture and kill the boy as he was, a snarl had formed on his lips while they attempted to tie him up, rope was being bound around his wrists behind his back. Everything that Hook had only ever dreamed of, having the boy finally crushed and broken, maybe he had taken things too far... all this was driving him into insanity...

Just when he thought that everything was running smoothly, the easily recognizable green smoke appeared gracefully wrapping around Mistress Maleficent. Signature black sinister horned headdress, cold and calculating expression on her face. What was she doing here? His crew were suddenly blasted back every single one of them flung to the edges of the ship, some even discarded into the depths of the sea. The captain's reaction instant, drawing his cutlass and pointing it practically uselessly at the witch. "What are you doing?" he growled at her, not happy with the fact that his crew were just tossed across the ship like this. There was no reply from her, just a simple slight upturning of her lips.

"Answer me, witch." he threatened louder, braver, taking a step forward towards her. The cutlass suddenly grew warmer and in the space of a few seconds it was glowing white hot as a reflex he let his weapon drop to the floor, sizzling and scarring the deck with a thin burn. Dropping to one knee, nursing his only hand, he got the message.