I sat down on a barrel of rum and doodled on my sketchbook as my uncle rambled on about the misfortunes the deviled child named Peter Pan did to my 'poor Uncle Hook'. I pretended to be listening; time to time I'd nod and agree even though I didn't know what he was saying. But he didn't seem to be getting mad so whatever. Hi, I'm Christine Hook. Chris for short. I'm Hook's niece. It's hell.
Unfortunately my dad had died, so I had to be passed down to the closest relative the lawyers could find in my files. Even though Hook was a character unknown to the public to be real, he still came to the court and to my father's funeral. Believe it or not, Hook was once a gentleman, an English gentleman. An English gentleman who went to Eton College and Balliol. Yes, it is amazingly hard to believe but apparently it is true. So even though the present day Hook is cruel and fouling and has no care for any of his relatives other than his own mother (since now my father is dead) he still took me in. Not out of generosity, only for his own stupid use. A plan involving Peter Pan. I do not know of the plan yet, but eventually I will. And really, I plan not to be part of it.
Now here I am, my first day in Neverland. It. Is. Hell. I hate it! Just kill me and get me out of here!
Hook had started raising his voice up more, and in rage, scratched the barrel of rum with his hook. Making that weird annoying noise similar to the chalkboard. I flinched. That's when I had enough. I shot straight up.
"Shut up! All you do is complain and complain! It's the same thing, you think you've got him, but then you don't. You old hag, why can't you make a better plan? You've gone to Eton for heaven's sake! This Peter is just a mere child, and you can't even beat him and his tiny crew in mere swords play! Gah! It's only been one hour and I've had enough of you!"
"You've only been here for 10 minutes." He simply replied.
Really, 10 minutes? Felt like an hour.
"Whatever! Just leave me alone. Give me some damn space. Go complain to a parrot or something, whatever the hell it is you pirates do for counseling." I put my hands in the air and backed him away. Well, more like shoved. It angered the crew standing near by watching the commotion, so they all ganged up on me. They grabbed out their daggers and swords and threatened me. I backed up and glared at them.
"Kill me. Go ahead, for all I care." I hissed.
Hook started to clap. "My dear niece. You are such an amusement. Your words have snapped sense to me. Real self confidence boost was what it was. Go back to your duties boys! The Jolly Roger can't run itself!" He shooed the crew away. They all gave me one last final glare and went back to their duties.
I dusted off the dirt on my shirt and was suddenly grabbed by his hook. He used his other hand to move my face so that I would be staring at him.
"Now listen here my dear niece." His stinky rum breath hit my skin and for a moment, I thought I felt my eyes water. "You may be my niece, but you will not be treated so easily by the rest of the crew. And most definitely by me. Your words might have helped with my sense of strategy, but that doesn't give the authority for a child like you to order around the captain of this ship. One more word of such disrespect like that, and you shall be thrown off the Jolly Roger, and in my place for the crocodile. I can't have a niece of bad form. Simply not right. Now, go along. Try not to get into trouble." He released me and walked away into his cabin. Once he closed the door was when I turned around and gasped for clean oxygen.
I for sure am not going near that foul breath again. I practically felt myself throwing up. I sighed and stared out at the island.
Day one and I already want to die.
Been a while, but I re wrote a few parts here and there. I felt they weren't in character. Re wrote a bit in the next chapter as well. Again, I felt they weren't in character. At least, how I think they would be like.
I like Christine's character and Hook's. I think Hook's funny. Just saying.
Anyways, just a prologue. Wendy and Peter will be coming soon.
