Chapter One
What Is Only Mine
Drip. Drip. Drip. Either sweat or blood, I can't really tell anymore, yet it's what I constantly
hear. My head is hung in fatigue and my mouth feels as dry as my throat. I should have laid
back on the constant sarcastic and cocky remarks, a few of them had given me a black eye. I
fidget with the tight ropes that are binding my wrists behind the chair that I've been in for the
last eight hours. Where was he? Why hadn't he come to save me yet?
There's no point relying on others in times like these. "True, very true." I murmur to myself at
my own thoughts and wince as a sting forms as the ropes rub against my wrists, cutting into
them painfully. I curse as I hate being restrained and I try to shuffle into a better position, my
back aching terribly from the pain. I have struggled to escape from this ship for what feels
like an eternity. I've even demanded to speak to the captain but he hasn't yet graced me with
his presence.
How have I been captured by threadbare pirates? I was simply in the wrong place at the
wrong time, though then again I can't lie to save my life. I was bored, looking for something
or someone too torment and ended up getting ambushed by one of their traps. I shouldn't have
wandered away from the others, but then again I always seem to be getting into troublesome
situations. I know that he will be disappointed with me, but what does he expect? I've been
stuck in that camp for far too long.
Lashes of sweat trickle from my forehead, the humidity in here is unbearable. The pirates
must've stashed me down in the hold of the ship, I can't hear anything from here except
the roughness of the oceans waves hitting against the side. The ship creaks as it sways back
and forth, in time with the current from the waves. " Come on, someone." I whisper, dropping
my head back in trepidation.
Footsteps then arise in the darkness and I hold my head back up, trying to see in the dimness
of the light. " If you've came here to knock me senseless again, at least untie me first, make it
a fair fight." My voice is weak and it trembles slightly, something that I'll scold myself for
later. I change position in the seat again, wincing as another shot of pain runs through me.
I then try and get a better vision of the man as he steps foreword, close enough to the small
section of light so that I can see his full outline. " Or you know some water wouldn't go
amiss."
" I'll send for some water." The man's smooth voice runs over my skin like electricity, but I
shake the unusual feeling of recognition away. " What'd they do to you?" One second and he
then appears right in front of me, bending down so that his face is level with mine. I'm
surprised at the intensity of his eyes, they're like a spasmic of blue electricity, circulating
around his pupils. I have never yet seen eyes that blue before. Never in my life.
His hand reaches to my face and he gently observes the black and blue bruises that have
formed on my cheekbones. " I ordered them to not lay a hand on you." His eyes narrow and
he stands up, his fists clenched as he starts to pace the room. He then stops and turns swiftly
towards me again. " Who did this to you?"
" What?" I ask him as if mishearing him, bewildered and surprised by the amount of his
concern. I see him grit his teeth with impatience and he kneels before me once again. His gaze
meets mine and when he looks at me his eyes soften, just a bit.
" The pirate that gave you these wounds, what'd he look like?" The mans voice was low and
dangerous, as if he were daring me to not answer his question with intricate detail.
" What'll you do to the pirate if I tell you?" I respond slowly, watching every bit of
movement from him. His jaw tenses vaguely, his gaze flicking to the ground for a second, as
if contemplating my question.
His eyes, now narrowed, meet mine and the gleaming coming from them perturbs me. " Well
I'll do to him exactly what he did to you, but in a more sadistic manner." He shows me a
villainous smile and I can see in his eyes exactly what he will do.
" Then I won't tell you. I'm not having anyone's blood on my hands, even if he's a pirate." I
tell him, trying to match the intensity of my voice to his and his smile fades, he's now more
concerned then furious.
" But he hurt you, surely you want him to pay for it?" He asks me and I lean my back against
the chair, shrugging slightly.
What game is he playing? " He's a pirate, what do you expect?" I say to him and then turn
my face to the side so he can see my injuries. " Just cuts and bruises, I've been through
worse."
" Tell me who it was." He separates each word, his tone menacing and his head bent low so
that I see the darkness of his obsidian coloured, unkempt hair. Why does he care so much?
He's a pirate the same as them all. Heartless and temperamental.
I lean foreword, ignoring the pain, so he can hear my words clearly. " No."
" Fine then, so be it on your hands." Before the pirate can leave I stop him with my words.
" Wait…so you're the captain?" I ask hesitantly.
" Aye. Captain Killian Jones, or as others well know me as Captain Hook." His eyes mirror
mine as he tells me his name, as if hoping for me to perceive a hint of recognition, but
unfortunately no luck.
I stay silent, not wanting to say another word. I'm tired and beaten up, I just want to go back
to the safety and familiarity of the camp. I've never trusted pirates, I should've listened to him
when I was told that they're no good. I nod towards the door, leading out back to the deck of
the ship. " Go on then Captain Hook, you'll probably end up killing every pirate you've got
before you find the one who gave me a good hit." I taunt this Killian Jones and I then notice a
flash of insecurity in his lost eyes.
A frown bestows his strongly crafted features and he heads towards the ropes that are binding
me to the chair. He hesitates for a moment and then brings down the sharp blade of his
hooked hand to the rope and it cuts through. Though before I can gather what was happening,
Hook drags me to my feet and hurtles me outside the door, bringing me back onto the deck
where the other pirates were.
Before the Captain can start spurting his interrogations and small, grey bearded pirate hurries
up to him his face forlorn and worried. " Captain I have news and it ain't good." The pirate
says and Hook lets out a sigh of deference.
" What is it Smee?"
" Some of your pirates on the Island sent word back that Pan's noticed the girls missing and
well given the track record…" Smee then glances nervously towards me and I narrow my
eyes wonderingly at him, intent on listening to what he has to say. He then refocuses his
attention onto his Captain. " Pan's on his way here."
Captain Hook remains silent for only a moment and then murmurs, my ears just catching
what he says. " I was a fool to think I could keep him from her, I've always been a fool." His
sad eyes then reach mine and something in my chest, my heart, drops as if mirroring his
forlorn disposure. His demeanour then hardens and his eyes darken. " Hide her, he will not
have her not this time." The Captains voice rises with anger and before his hands reach to
grab mine, I recoil stepping back a few paces and then a voice hits my ear.
" What did I tell you about running off?" His voice is soft but stern and I turn around, a
hesitant smile filling my face but then it falters slightly as I notice the fiery temper
in Peter Pan's intensely bright yet faded green eyes. He brings his hand up against my cheek,
caressing it while also noticing the smarting bruises formed by my eye.
Pan's eyebrows then narrow and his eyes darken with anger. One thing I can tell you about
Peter Pan, is that his temperament is short yet he's good at hiding it. Instead, anger boils
inside him like water ready to over flow from the heat and when he loses control of it, lets just
say no one would want to get on his bad side. His eyes meet the Captains and his chest starts
to rise and fall as anger flows through his body like a wave. " What did I tell you pirate, about
taking what is mine?" Pan's voice is loud and unwavering, his presence intimidating, the
whole ship even the pirate crew are lulled into a silence.
" Kira is not yours, she never was and she never will be. I know that one day she will realise
that once again." The Captain speaks as if he knows me, as if he has longed for me with such
recognition and love that it I am unable to decipher the true story of it.
But Pan has always said that pirates lie and I've believed him, why wouldn't I believe Peter?
" When are you going to realise that I have won and there's nothing you can do about it? Give
up Killian Jones, you've lost." Pan spits the pirate's name out like venom is leaving his mouth
and suddenly as Peter reaches his hand towards mine I feel reluctant to take it.
" What do you mean you've won? What are you talking about?" I ask Peter and I can tell just
by the hidden twitch of his eye that he's getting either bored or frustrated with the whole
situation, not to mention my questions.
" We can talk once we get back to the camp. Come on Kira, this ship filled with lying pirates
is no place for you." Pan then steps into my line of vision, cupping his hands around my
cheeks and pushing back the dark curls of my wild hair. " Look what they've done to you,
you're not safe here."
My hand then touches my bruises and then I look towards the pirates, my eyes narrowing in
anger. " You're right. Get me away from here." Those are my final words and as I am too
weak to fly, Peter picks me up in his arms and heads to the edge of the ship.
I then here an alarmed voice shout from behind me. " Don't go Kira, if you go back with him
he'll take your shadow and remove your memories like he always does. remember who you
are! Remember who I am!" Captain Jones shouts out to me and before I can register what he's
saying, Pan jumps off of the ship and sets off in flight back towards the camp.
As we fly over the vast ocean surrounding the island Peter speaks to me, " remember Kira,
pirates lie, they always lie to get what they want." His voice is hard and bitter and I'm too
afraid to respond to him. There's always been a fear lying dormant in my heart, what if
something is wrong? What if it's Pan who's lying?
" What did he mean by you taking my memories?" I ask Peter, my voice nearly a whisper.
" We'll talk when we get back." He replies calmly and my heartbeat fastens.
Only if I remember.