This is the continuing story of my adventures in the tale: Save me a Story. If you wish to read the introduction to understand what is happening, click this link:
https://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/?p=3431
Otherwise, I’ve tried to summarize what happened at the beginning of most of the sections of this story.
Hook
Ronald had been given specific directions from the caretaker of Selat to go to an island to the north. There he would find me or others to help me search for all the lost heroes and stories. Instead, Ronald went west because he was not very good at directions and had no tools to help guide him.
He had walked for a while when he came upon a village just off the coast of a large body of water. He had noticed several children running around playing games. None of them paid any attention to him. They seemed to be looking for someone named Peter. As he approached the body of water, he noticed a large ship in the harbor. It had a black hull and tall masts with white sails. On one of the masts, there flew a flag. On that flag were a skull and crossbones. This was clearly a pirate ship.
As cool as it might have been to explore this ship, the idea of pirates scared Ronald a bit. As he turned in the opposite direction to leave, he felt a sharp point dig into his right 
shoulder, and a commanding and menacing voice sounded, “Now, where do you think you might be headed?”
Ronald slowly turned around, trying not to make that point go any deeper into his shoulder, and stood face to face with the pirate ship’s captain himself. Images sped through Ronald’s mind – kid’s looking for someone named Peter, a pirate ship with the Jolly Roger flag on it, a pirate captain who happened to be missing a hand, and in its place was a hook: “You’re Captain Hook if I’m not mistaken,” Ronald squeaked.
“Well, who else would I be, Bloody Tinkerbell?” was the pirate’s reply, “Now answer me question.”
“I..I’m looking for my friend,” Ronald said. “He’s supposed to be searching for lost stories?”
“What might these stories be, he’s looking for?” Hook asked.
Ronald’s answer was slow in coming, “I don’t know. I just know I must find him and others to help him.”
Hook was silent for a moment and released his hold on Ronald. It turns out that Captain Hook was missing all of his crew. He knew that they were an essential part of his story. They were all supposed to attend a meeting about how he and others had been wronged in stories. They were supposed to go together, but then Hook was distracted by this ticking sound coming from the water, and he was afraid it might be that bloody crocodile looking to eat his other hand. Hook hid in his cabin for two days, and by the time he came out again, his crew had not returned. He feared the worst.
Ronald just stood there shaking. He thought about running away, but this was Captain Hook! He could not escape; if he tried and failed, he was sure he would end up walking the plank.
Hook looked deep into Ronald’s eyes. “Well, this be your lucky day!” Hook said, “It seems like you and me are goin’ on an adventure. Now, where did you say this friend of yours is?”
Ronald stammered, “Somewhere to the north.”
Hook was not pleased. He had no crew to man his ship, and Ronald, definitely, did not look like the seaworthy type. “Then I guess we’re going to walk.” This time instead of his hook, the captain pulled out his saber with his good hand and pointed it directly at Ronald’s throat. “Lead on!” was Hook’s order. “And don’t be thinkin’ about running away. You wouldn’t want that precious body of yours to become a pin cushion, now, would you?”
Hook pointed Ronald to the north and pushed him forward. It appeared there were now two people in search of me.
Continued in…Impossible
