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prologue
A woman tucked in her narrow bed, broke from her dream to a boy shaking her awake. It was the child whom they took with them when he was just little, and he grew up on this ship. She couldn't say it was the most glamorous life, but wasn't complaining either. After all, Wendy grew up on the Jolly Roger as well.
She got out of bed and gathered her weapons to her belt and buckled it onto her waist. All she had was a revolver and a knife, but it was enough. It's not like her father let her fight anyway. She went to the window and could see her reflection from the dirty surface. Her blonde hair was a mess, but her green eyes were always as beautiful as emeralds in the bottom of the sea. They're your mother's, Hook used to tell her when she was little. But not anymore. After his beautiful wife died, he changed radically.
"We're here", the boy said. Wendy spun around.
"Already?" she asked and the boy nodded. She ran past him on deck and saw the crew had gathered on the edge of the ship that faced toward the small island in the middle of the sea. She must have been in deep sleep when they landed, because she would have for sure felt the fall.
Hook was examining his map, looking at the island in between glances.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked him and he looked up. He gave a smirk and tilted his head. "Why because you looked you peaceful, love", he said and looked back at his map. But Wendy knew it wasn't because of that, he just wasn't bothered. She sighed and went to the rest of the crew. Mr Smee, who had always been kind to Wendy, stepped out of the crowd and smiled.
"Evenin'", he said and Wendy smiled back. He was more of a father to Wendy than Hook had ever been. He was always drunk, which he was funnier as. He was caring and always believed in Wendy unlike Hook.
"Hey, Smee", she said and sat on the rail of the ship, waiting to get on this curious island.
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