Diary of Hookshot

[Hookshot]

A lot of people know me as the GM of Eternal Warlordz, and an active POForums user. But what they don't know is what they've never asked. I love to write. I've seen Davy Fireskull and Delmaria Darkskull write their legacies to the forums. Now it's my turn.

I will be posting a lot of entries to the diary of Hookshot. So please keep checking back for more. ALSO The entries may be a bit long, so please tell me if I'm boring you do death, because I need some criticism. All good writers do. So here we go.

BACKGROUND

Hookshot is the blood son of Captain Hook himself. In the story of Peter Pan, what you don't hear is the story of a beautiful woman named Constantine. After Captain Hook of Neverland had nothing left, he found this beautiful woman, and married her. Their first and only child's name was after his own fathers. He was born on the 1st of May, 1770. it is now 1790 and Hookshot is a grown man in his 20's. When he left the ship of his father to join a crew of pirates, his Father made a promise to not let him in the family again. This is his story.


May 1st 1790,
Aboard the ship of Demented Souls
Evening

Dear Diary,
My first entry will be one of many. I guess I'll start by talking about the morning of today. It was me Twentieth birthday, and it has been the worst of twenty. Times be hard, but we as a crew will pull through it. As the First Mate on the ship of Demented Souls, I have realized now the power I have over the crew. Without me, the crew would be clueless. In fact I realize now that if I were to stay back with Father, I would have avoided all of the happenings of today. As I arose from my bed, I felt the floor beneath the quarters shake. I haven't felt that kind of shake in a long time. As I went outside to see what had happened, I then realized we were under attack. As a leader you would think I would have known what to do. But I was clueless. The ship attacking us was the Serenity, (A Naval boat that has been on our tail ever since port.) They wanted our boat at the depths. Men of the crew came to me asking what could be done. I gave no answer. Just looked onward into the growing smoke that arose form our ship. There was no other choice. We had to board the Naval ship. So I gathered my men, and we all fought for the protection of the crew. For the protection of the Ship. Then it soon became a battle for our own protection. We did come out victorious. But with a crew of thirty, only seven made it out.

"We could have all died, and now the blood of 23 men is on your hands," said an angry skipper. What have I done? Did I not learn from the mistakes of my father? Could I have made this big of a mistake? I needed help, but nobody answered. To think that all of this has happened in one day is incredible. I would have never guessed. I couldn't have ever imagined. But here I am. Lying on the bed, writing in a journal... Cowering as the remainder of the crew sails us home. What kind of man am I? What kind of scoundrel have I become?