There's something to be said for the visual image of feeding an enemy to a crocodile. For our infamous friend Peter, he'd had enough. Proud and insolent youth," said Hook, "prepare to meet they doom." He did not know that the crocodile was waiting for him, for the clock inside the crocodile had stopped. As the black pirate stood on the bulwark looking over his shoulder, Peter glided through the air and pushed him off with his foot. Thus perished James Hook.