WARNING: Rated M for a reason; Violence, Sexual Content in later chapters. Any who don't like leave know!
Title: Rich Girl
Summary: Don't let the title foul you. The Pirate Queen. Sound familiar? No well than listen up and listen carefully. Hook/Wendy.
The cold moon reflected of the hair of a female figure looking over the dark Dead Sea. If you hadn't known of her you would think she was a normal Victorian twenty six year old, well part from the dark purple silky, ripped dress she wore with black leather boots and the captain's hat on the top of her curly, smooth hair.
If you did know of her, Well you would run, run as fast and silently and humanly possible. For the slightest sound and that's it. Death or a fate worse. For if she cart you, the devil himself would be a better fate.
I suppose you want to know how a twenty year old women could scare even the strongest man, am I right? Yes, Ok I'll tell you.
Pirate Queen.
Sound familiar? No, where have you been the last sixteen years? Never mind don't answer. Suppose you want to know the full story? Yes, Fine but listen carefully. For what I am about to tell you will make your blood run cold, The hair at the back of your neck stick up, Your hands will tremble. I haven't put you of have I? No, well you either very brave or very stupid.
Have you heard about the boy who will never grow up? Peter Pan. Well I suppose that's where I should start. After the little hero left the Darlings house. Yes, I will start four years after that fateful night. For that is where it all began.
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