What was Captain Hook's childhood like (be creative)?

Captain Jack Mary was born to a single woman mother. She knew that he was gifted. Therefore, she found it hard to keep up with his excessive needs. So after only a year of having given birth to soon-to-be Captain Hook.

He was sent to the Neverland orphanage in a small town off England. They lived near a swamp that linked into the ocean. He stayed there until he was adopted a year later.

His new parents: Peter and Wendy Hook. He took their last name, and knew nothing about him being adopted.

At five, he went to school. It was a rich, private academy, and he well, didn't fit in at all. The other children made fun of him because of his parents. Nobody had a blacksmith father. And although his mother was the sweetest woman in the world, nobody was very fond of them. He was teased and laughed at and became a loner. And, because he was constantly afraid of the things around him, they called him the "Codfish".

When he was only 12, his father decided to train his boy to continue the family legacy. He taught him how to plan out, make, and use swords and various other weapons. But his father would constantly tell him, "Remember, son, weapons are only to be used in dire circumstances."

Things seemed to be getting better. Little Jack became a master of all of the weapons his father made, and actually sold some of his own masterpieces for a lot of money.

Since they lived on a swamp, his father would repeatedly take Jack on fishing trips. But one day, while the two were fishing, a crocodile attacked them. His father lost his left foot, and Hook lost his hand. It had to be replaced by a Hook, which coincidently, matched his last name.

And everything spun out of control and led him downhill from there. While Hook was cleaning the house, he found his birth certificate. But his so-called parents weren't the ones who actually had him.

Hook threw a fit and a rampage and fought with his parents.He ran away from home one night. There, he saw a light calling him.As he awoke, he found himself in a new land. There was nobody there but him. And although it was nice to be alone sometimes, he wanted people there with him. And when he though of a whole city of people, it happened. He called this dream-like place Neverland.

However, with all dreams came nightmare figures. His parents became one of them. He wished that they could age backwards while everyone else age forward. Right before his eyes his father, Peter, and his mother, Wendy, aged backwards into children. When his parents aged back to twelve, he was already an adult. He wished nobody could grow up any more than they had already. So, his parents, fellow adults, and their children remained the same age forever.

And the last thing that haunted Hook was the crocodile. Yes, the crocodile that had taken his arm, and almost his life. As much as he tried, he wished it away. So he got on a ship where the crocodile couldn't get him and became a pirate due to his knowledge of various weapons, including the sword.

As Peter got wiser, he began to take over Neverland. Hook was furious, and has been after Peter and his girlfriend, Wendy, ever since.

if you're talking about Peter Pan's Captain Hook...

well, to start off, Captain Hook was the very first lost boy---Peter Pan's best friend and partner in many unchronicled adventures. Hook believes that like Pan, he was abandoned by his parents. But the truth is that Pan, being bored, decided to kidnap Hook while he was still a baby. Years later, Hook learns what Pan has done, gets into an argument with him, and arrives home to find that his parents (both well educated literary scholars) have died (of the plague or something). He tries to return to Neverland but Pan (still upset over their argument) denies him entrance and strikes him down. He wakes up on the streets, and begins a horrible life of hunger, thievery and street gangs. He finds his way into the docks where he is put to work by a pirate. He "works" hard, making his way up the ranks, fueled by conflicting mass of emotions. He seethes with hatred for Pan, for what he has done, and for refusing him entrance to Neverland. Yet at the same time, there is a deep longing for Neverland, the place he calls home and, and Pan, the best friend he ever and will ever have.

And there, in the underbelly of the ship, that in the future be called the jolly roger, he vows to sail the seven seas in search of Neverland, and ultimately to bring Pan to his knees and have him beg for forgiveness.

P.S: there are some reports that as he grew up, Captain Hook, aside from acquiring a taste for the higher refinements of English culture, developed a certain "fondness" for little buys. This however, has not been proven.

Capt Hook was NEVER a child, although he was once a shorter adult. He lost his hand to the crock after he became captain. As a 'child', he was cabin boy to the great Captain Horatio Magellus. Unfortunately, he was physically abused much of the time, and might not have survived without the help of Midshipman Smee, who looked out for the lad and kept him out of trouble. Well, most trouble.

Eventually, Hook gained the love and trust of the ship's crew, and when Magellus felt threatened, Hook had no choice but to stage a mutiny. After a short piratical career, Hook captured a cursed Olmec treasure trove, which catapulted him and his crew to Neverland, where he is doomed to remain until he can find the treasure, which was filched by the Lost Boys the first night they arrived..

I imagine he was picked on alot. After he got beat up hundreds of times his father started pushing him around to teach him how to fight. Then he bought him a sword to fiend off the evil kids. He got into a sword fight one day after school which ended with him missing a hand and his opponenent missing a head. Everyone became terrified of him and kept calling him "Captain Hook" when his hand was replaced by the hook.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

...Captian Hook was not a captian as a child.

His name was "HOOK" and sense "hook" wasn't a very populaer SCARY name at the time, he was called "hookey" and made fun of at school.

He was teased and pointed at.

His mommy was always out getting drunk.

His father just ignored him...

Poor poor hook...He was the FIRST EMO BOY!

He got older and decided to become CAPTIAN hook, and make sure that his name would never be made fun of again. And so he because who he is today.

And be careful...captian hook wont like it that you asked people to talk about his childhood...

Not even bolting your windows at night will help.

Jack and Maggies windows were bolted...and remember what happened to them?

Wow, you have this thoroughly backwards. ok, so Atheists are in general made out of scientists, mathematicians people who desire to do lots of thinking. they have very sturdy morals and are diverse the nicest human beings you will ever meet. Christians are the human beings who come on your place with fliers stressful you think of like them. They get horribly mad to the factor of desirous to kill you once you tell them you do no longer desire or desire any part of their faith. They get much greater disillusioned once you clarify the excuses why. How immoral it fairly is etc...

As a child, Captain Hook played a lot of basketball and was, quite naturally, known for his hook shot.

He was never loved as a child. The only love he recieved was from the many sailors he encountered around his town. No, he was not a homosexual and he was not abused. He would sit at the bar corners and watch all the incoming sailors drink and dance and engage in debauchery. Hazel, his real name, would imagine himself as one of them ...as one of the crew. They seemed careless in the way they carried themselves throughout their blissful happines. He called them many names in his mind. Comrades. Friends. Family. Love. Countless hours were spent, at every bar in town, trying so hard to seemingly assimilate himself into their world. This became an infatuation with their lives, what do you expect, he was only ten years old. This constant urge of acceptance led him to one day approach the men. They did not acknowledge him, he was a non-existant social outcast, this drove through him, like a bayonet. I was his best friend, and owned his favorite bar. Countless hours were spent in their by him, probably more than myself. I let him stay as long as he wanted, surprisingly no parent ever called for his early return. He was fond of running errands for me from time to time. He was very ambicious and had a quick wit. He reminded me of my son when he was young. I would teach him things from time to time, like sword work and sail measures. He never adapted to seeing me as a parent figure though, this led him to disturbing social nuances. These habitual things are something i would rather keep between myself and him for they are quite preplexing to a stranger. The turning point in his life was when he fell in love with her... she was the kind i would warn him about. yet teens never listen to those older when it comes to such things. it wasnt long before she had completeley devestated what i so carefully wanted to cultivate, his spirit. After that point i never heard from him again ...until now. He stands in the door way with an odd disfigurement for a hand. He goes by that name now. i am writing this as an answer to my dissapearence from this town. i have chosent to leave with him, he promises adventure and i cannot turn this down. I am old and this offer will never come again. i bid you farewell....

(eh got bored in the middle of the night. saw your question so i gave it a crack lol)

I think he picked his nose a lot ... until the tragic accident, anyway.