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Chapter 1 – Rough Night

It was hard to tell what had exactly happened to her. One minute she was sleeping in her bed, and the next she was jerked awake by some men. They had tied her hands together and covered her mouth with a handkerchief. Her eyes were wide with fear as she tried to scream out for help, but the handkerchief that covered her mouth prevented her from getting any. Frantically, she tried to kick and scream but it was no good. The bulk of the man that carried her over his shoulder did not even finch.

"This one's a fighter, ain't she?" said the skinny weasel that walked beside the other huge man carrying the girl.

The bigger man just grunted as he made his way to the window. There he leaned out looking down and then looking up to where the roof began. The girl had no choice but to look below her. There were three stories between her and the ground. If she were to fall it would mean her death. At that point, she stopped fighting in fear that if she tried to fight he would let go of her. Al l of a sudden, she was thrown on top of the roof. Pain jolted from her wrists that were tied behind her back. They were the first to make contact with the shingles of the roof. There was no doubt that she would get huge bruises from that impact.

It wasn't until that moment that she got a good look at the bigger or the two captors. He was a bald headed man with a strange looking black tattoo that covered most of his head. The tattoo looked as if it continued to the back of his neck, but she couldn't tell for sure. It ended at his eyes, which were cold and merciless. He wasn't so much hefty as he was muscular. He wore no shirt but luckily managed to wear some raggedy black pants.

Unlike her, the way he got on the roof was by using his two muscular arms to lift him up. If she wasn't tied up, it would have been the perfect time to escape. Within the matter of seconds, she was wretched up again and thrown over his shoulder. With her in tow, he made his way to the end of the roof. For a while, she thought they were going to throw her off, but they didn't. Instead, they just waited. To her surprise, a ladder fell from out of the cloudy sky above. At this point, the woman wondered if this was a dream. When the ladder dropped all the way down, the man carrying the woman started climbing into the clouds. To her, this climb felt endless. Her eyes started watering a bit from the pain that pulse within her hands. She did not cry however. It had always been her belief that cry was for wimps and she was not one of them. On occasions, she had let out a few tears that were not for physical pain but she always quickly brushed them aside.

What seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, they finally made it to the end of the ladder. Again she was wide eyed with astonishment. If her mouth wasn't covered, it would be hung open. The ladder was connected to a large ship that looked as if it was from the 17th century or somewhere in that era. The really astonishing part of this was that the ship was flying. She really thought she was dreaming. Just like before, she was tossed onto the deck of the ship and again she land on her tied hands. The pain was so much that she began to fall into a deep black abyss.

The men aboard the flying ship had stopped what they were doing and gathered around the unconscious woman that wore odd clothing. To them, the beautiful dark haired women looked like a fallen angel. Many of them wanted to touch her to see if they were imagining her but no one dared to get close enough to try, in fear that they might anger their captain.

"She doesn't look anything like Red Handed Jill. Are ye sure you got the right lass, Amos?" One of the men asked the one that looked like a weasel.

"Of course, I'm sure. We went through the right window." Snapped Amos. He brought his hand together and started fidgeting. There was doubt in his voice. He prayed that he got the right girl for he did not want to walk the plank.

"Make way, it's the Captain!" One of the men shouted before moving to get out of the captain's way. A man with curly long dark hair and very find red attire walk with a commanding presence made his way through his crew and towards the thing they were crowding around. He wore a find large hat on top of his head with a large feather pointing out of it. His attire matched his hat perfectly. He wore red pants with golden lace. To match, he had on a red overcoat, also with golden lace. His shoes were black leather that shined remarkably. The one thing that stood out the most was the hook that replaced his right hand. One could tell just by looking at it that many had suffered from the point of the hook.

When the Captain reached the woman that was tied up, he stared hard. Without much light, since it was still night, the likeness to the one that they seek was uncanny but he wondered if it would be the same if he saw the woman's face up close. "Hand me a lantern!" He barked as he held out his hook. Instantly, a lantern was put on the hook. The captain kneels down on one knee and brought the lantern close to the woman's face. With his other hand, he brushed away the few brunette curls that covered her right eye. The girl was very beautiful. She looked no more than twenty but the only problem was that she was not the one they came to get. She did however have some resemblance to the child storyteller from so long ago. He wonder if they were related and if so how. His eyes narrowed. Slowly, he rose and looked over to Amos. "You brought me the wrong girl!"

Amos backed away shaking. "I-I-I didn't! She was in the room that we were told s-s-she would be in! We didn't h-have time to find out if s-s-she was the girl or not. W-we had to get out of there before we were c-c-caught!"

The captain, still with anger in his eyes, turned back around and looked down at the girl. "You and your accomplice will get twenty lashes for screwing this task up. Luckily for you, I have decided to grant you mercy since we might still be able to benefit from this kidnap." With reluctance, the men were escorted away to await their sentence that probably would be given the next day. For that night, they were spend some time in the brig. "Smee!"

"Y-yes sir?" Said an old white bearded man with a stripped hat upon his head.

"Take this girl into my cabin." He circled her and stopped when he saw the damaged to her hands. "Untie her and tend to her hands. Feed her if she wakes up before I retire for the night." He watched as Smee had one of the other men pick her up and take her to the cabin. When the brunette's hair vanished from sight he turned to the rest of his crew. With a commanding voice, he began to give orders. "The rest of you get to work. I want to be back in Neverland as soon as possible. "