He wasn’t all ways a ghost, it was by accident that he died. It was, a long time ago, when Captain Hook was still benevolent to children, when he was 18, he served in his crew. He was a kind captain, who believes in freedom for all. On that hellish day, after prowling the seas for years un end, that was when he first met that boy, Peter pan. Flying from the sky, with a dagger in hand, he and his gang of ferocious and sadistic boys, came whooping and hollering, as they looked at the gold Hooks crew had discovered. Lust shone in their sadistic eyes, as they charge towards Hook and his crew, in the cross fire, Sai proudly fought with the boy they called Peter pan.
“Why, are you doing this!?” ask Peter, as he swung his dagger at Sai. It was a confusing question at first, be fore he realize what he was talking about. Why would a pure naive child fight alongside some one, whom was deemed corrupted and vile. A chill of rage course through his veins, as he drew his sword, in anger, he hacked at Peter. Sweat pour from both of the teens, as one tried to hack at the other. The metal clanking of swords, and the screams of those who’s flesh was licked by the metal could be heard. As the sky turned a golden burning color, Sai looked up at Peter with new found respect.
“You pretty strong, young lad.” Spoke Sai, as he pulled out a blade from his pocket. CLANG! Both metal weapons clashes against each other, as peter bellow out in out rage,
“I’m fucking stronger then you!”
Grabbing a near by torch, peter slammed it into his face. Dropping to his knees, Sai felt the fire scorch is face. The mind-boggling pain, was hard to bear. As his flesh began to melt off his face, the last thing he saw was his Peter slicing off his captain’s hand. Blinded, and almost dead, he was force to listen to the cries of his crew, and captain, as they where all defeated, such pain was hard to bear, even for him, who was deemed as the toughest of the tough.
As darkness over took him, he came to a place, that was golden. Standing before him, wearing a elegant robe, was a figure of good grace. On his knees, Sai begged the Angel to let in return, pitying his lost, the Angel allow him to return to earth as a ghost.
Filled with tranquility, he began to float towards Earth, but he was only greeted by the morbid irony of the fact that only the lost boys, he greatly despise, could only see, feel, or hear him. Letting out a cry of deep agony, he decide that he would haunt them, for ever.