The Mighty Hook

Mark Tarrant

Description

In this clever reimagining of a classic tale, it's up to Captain Hook to rescue his crew, escape the strange island, and stop that spoiled blood-thirsty brat Peter!


“A masterpiece of horror, action, suspense, and high seas pirate ship battles.” JOE DAVISON, Stranger Things


Considered a buffoon by fellow pirates, Captain James Hook is determined to avoid the gallows by leading his crew to an uncharted and mythical island. The deal was supposed to be simple: pretend to be sailors, deliver the goods, and collect payment from a mysterious client.


But now they're on the run from a century-old vampire who looks no more than fourteen and his fang-toothed Lost Boys are hot on their trail. A voodoo priestess, zombies, and cannibalistic mermaids patrol the coast, and all are prepared to use their dark magic to keep James Hook and his crew from escaping alive.


The Captain may just be the only one who can finally end Peter's reign of violent playtime and bloodshed. The future of America, and possibly the world, rests in the hands of the Mighty Hook!

Sujets

• Policier & Thriller
• Thriller
• Vampire
• Fantasy
• Paranormal
• Fiction
• Voodoo
• Hurlements 2
• Crew
• Horror
• Captain Hook
• Stranger Things
• Vudú
• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)

Informations

• Publié par: 4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
• Date de parution: 07 décembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781644506769
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Table o f Contents
Foreword
Chapter 1
The Angel in the Green Hood
Chapter 2
We Ar e Pirates!
Chapter 3
Welcome to You r New Home
Chapter 4
Your Le gend Grows
Chapter 5
The Ki ss of Life
Chapter 6
When a Man Lov es a Woman
Chapter 7
One of Us
Chapter 8
The Heart is the Weakn ess of Men
Chapter 9
The Host wit h the Most
Chapter 10
Now you wa nt advice?
Chapter 11
Th e Delivery
Chapter 12
The Treachery
Chapter 13
Welcome to My Island
Chapter 14
Rats in a Maze
Chapter 15
Welcome to Your Doom
Chapter 16
Yum-Yum
Chapter 17
Strange Days Ahead
Chapter 18
The Empower ment Proxy
Chapter 19
B ad Friends
Chapter 20
Business ov er Bedroom
Chapter 21
More Pl ans Coming
Chapter 22
G host Pains
Chapter 23
The Open Sea Again
Chapter 24
Checkin g the List
Chapter 25
Wel come Party
Chapter 26
Is Your Head Cl earer Now?
Chapter 27
Party fo r the Ages
Chapter 28
Caves with Cannibal Children are the Worst
Chapter 29
The Show Must Go On
Chapter 30
Last-Minut e Thoughts
Chapter 31
Hid e and Seek
Chapter 32
Sitting Pretty wi th Zombies
Chapter 33
Birds of a Feather
Chapter 34
Th e Last Act
Chapter 35
We Welcome Your Death
Chapter 36
Blood i n the Sand
Chapter 37
Rest for the Wicked
Chapter 38
Victors and the Spoils
Chapter 39
Captain James Hook at Yo ur Service
Meet the Author
Book Club Questions





The Mig hty Hook
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Foreword
The evil Captain Hook! I first heard these words when I was a child.
I admit, ever since childhood, I didn’t care much for Peter Pan. A high-flying, fanciful, tight-wearing, dagger-wielding lad, obsessed with a young lady somewhere in London. With him, came a cute, little faerie, sprinkling dust on everything like Chris Kattan at a rave.
That all changed when I was in fifth grade. I made a dramatic turn to the macabre, the dark, the exact thing that made those bumps in the night, making me too afraid to look in my closet or under the bed once bedtime hit and most of the lights went out in the house. I was drawn to horror: Frankenstein, the Mummy, Wolfman, Dracula, then movies like Monster Squad , Critters , Gremlins , and then a whirlwind of coming-of-age stories like Goonies , The Explorers , and The Last Star Fighter , even M ac and Me.
Needless to say, my horizons were expanding, and my mind was exploding with theories and ideas of who and what could come out at night, or even during the day. Monsters just didn’t lurk in the shadows of the night but stood out in plain sight with movies like Tremors and Cujo . My mind raced with excitement as to what I could do with all this. What could I write about? What monsters could I create?
I started creating all kinds of stories about zombies, witches, vampires, and my most favorite monsters of all time—we rewolves!
I met Mark in New Jersey at Fangoria’s Weekend of Horrors. What an awesome convention! I was there promoting a little-known horror film titled 100 Tears , and Mark was there with his book The Blood Rider (a book about a preacher turned vampire out for revenge in the Old West). What a hoot! We immediately became best friends.
That was ten years ago. Since then, we have tossed ideas back and forth almost daily. Sometimes, something fantastic finds its way to the front. Something new. Something we didn’t know we wanted.
This is that story. I pressured Mark for months, even years, to get this finished. Now it is, and you get to read this masterpiece of horror, action, suspense, and high seas pirate ship battles. Experience a new telling of what really happened on that mysterious island of Lost Boys, guarded by mermaids, zombified children who want nothing more the to drink your blood, and the one man who fought them all, saved the world, and was known only as THE MI GHTY HOOK!
Mark has truly made that youthful, child-like mind of mine sm ile again!
-- J oe Davison
Actor, Director, Producer, Author, and Amaz ing Friend


Chapter 1
The Angel in the Green Hood
The cobbled streets of Dorchester were silent. The candlelit streets shone, a slick gloss on the brick alleyway paths. A mist of a fine rain had fallen minutes before, and the smell of cool dampness still floated in the air. In the back allies of the city, the streets were dark. Stray cats darted from the shadows. The south end of this quaint town was seedy at best. You locked your doors, as well as your windows, at night with the hope that intruders would think you had little value in y our home.
Down one particularly dark and narrow street, a single, small candle in an empty tin box lit the front of the East Street Orphanage. The small building was nestled between a tailor shop and a deserted tavern with boarded up windows. The orphanages were very poor, and the little money given by the churches to feed and help the children was spent quickly or used by the greedy people running it. A quick, chilly breeze blew, rattling the orphanage sign hanging on the front door j ust a bit.
Inside the building, sleeping on a straw-filled mattress, lay the caregiver of these poor children. Annie Pluming, a large, older woman, sat up in her bed. She looked around the darkness of the small, black room. Her door was open; a small girl in tattered clothing sto od frozen.
Annie was quite startled by the small figure in the darkness but had to address the child promptly to show her control. “Mary, what on earth are you doing up? You know the rules. Stay in the room with the others.”
The little girl just pointed down the hall.
“What is it child?” An nie asked.
“The angel in the green hood, Mum. He came to the broken windows. He took Sam, Charlie, Ethan, and Paul.”
Annie shot up from her bed and quickly ran past the little girl down to the room where the children slept. She entered quickly and scanned the room; it was filled with a dozen small beds, ripped blankets, stained pillows, and sheets. A half dozen children cowered in the corner, shivering like they had see n a ghost.
“Come now, get in your beds,” she ordered, walking to the small window which was flung wide open.
One of the children from the corner stepped into the moonlit room. “But Mum, he took them. It’s true, the stories of the green-hood ed angel.”
“Yes, yes, I know you all sneak out at night to run the streets. Now get in your beds. We will find them in the morning, or they will come back through the window when they grow tired,” she answered.
The boy spoke up again. “No, Mum. He was here. He came in; he flew in the window and told us to gather around. He told us a story of an island where we could be family. He gave some of us candy as well.”
“He was very funny; he made us laugh,” another young gir l offered.
Annie gave a look of disagreement and shook her finger. “I have heard enough of this. Now back to bed, al l of you!”
The children crawled back into bed, tightening the sheets close to the ir bodies.
“There is no angel in the green hood who will take you away. Those are just stories from mischievous boys and girls who like to run away and play.”
She walked to the window and peeked out. She looked down to the windowsill, noticing several gold and silver coins. She was quick to cover them up with one hand, sliding them off into the other.
“That should do quite nicely,” she whispered, looking back into the shadows of th e streets.
She turned and addressed the children one fi nal time.
“Listen here, I’ll have no more lies and stories. If you want a real family, you best learn how to make a bed and clean a house. Enough of the n onsense!”
She closed the window and locked it with a small, wooden bar that ran a cross it.
“Now get some rest, the lot of you.” She left the room and looked down at the handful of coins. This is more than last year. She smiled. Good for him, and good for me . She went back to her room, placed the money in a small metal tin on her nightstand, and rolled into her bed.
The angel in the green hood was a rumor in many of the street orphanages, but most did not discuss it. The story was always the same: children were taken, beds were empty, and money was made. Tomorrow, she could tell the c