Come in. Wendy, Michael and Nana are brought into the cabin, followed by Tink, chained to Hook's watch and the lost boys in lockstep. Won't you sit down? John drops the cannonball to which he is shackled to the annoyance of Hook. Everybody comfy? I'm not. These chains hurt. What a pity. But you won't have to wear them much longer. No? No, says Hook. You're all going for a nice little walk. John wants to know where to. Along the plank. As the kids react in fright, Hook continues. Unless of course. Unless... Unless what? Unless you join my crew. You mean be pirates? Aye, pirates. The only life for red-blooded men. If you're thinking of the future and you'd like a life of peace. If you'd like to make a fortune for your crew. If you've ever had a hagger and to sail the seven seas. Then a pirate's life is just a life for you. Yo-ho-ho and a bucket full of rum. If you'd like to make a fortune for your crew. If you'd like a life of pleasure mixed with treasure for good measure. Then a pirate's life is just a life for you. Now a cutlass and a plunder bus, a dagger and a dirt. Is all you need to join the Buccaneers. And you never have to worry and you never have to work. And you never have to wash behind your ear. If you choose to be a pirate, it's a choice you'll not regret. You can stay up every night till after ten. There'll be no one there to make you wear your rubbers when it's wet. And you'll never have to brush your teeth again. Yo-ho-ho, Buccaneering you must go. So you might as well make up your minds to sign. If you'd like a share of plunder, if you care for blood and thunder. Simply step right up and sign the dotted line.