Hello, Readers! I'm so excited to begin writing this fanfic as I am an avid #CaptainSwan shipper and I've been influenced by my best friend into falling in love with #DarlingPan so I am thrilled to present to you all Chapter 1 of Enchanting the Un-Enchantable. As an author, I am fueled by reviews and constructive criticism so if you want the next chapter in quickly, I'd suggest sending in those reviews. Anyway... On with the story! I hope you guys all enjoy!

Summary: Captain Hook, was given a task, courtesy of Peter Pan - a task that could save his beloved sister, Rilla, from Rumplestiltskin's wrath. But the journey is not what Hook was expecting. He never expected to find himself having to choose between a rogue Princess Emma who stole his heart and his sister who is the reason why he still has one. Enter Wendy, the ticket to Rilla's freedom and the answer to Peter's prayers of finding love for the first time. No one would dare to go against the notorious Peter Pan - that is, until Wendy Darling.

"Wendy... I don't know what to tell you," he said, looking completely broken as he took a step back from the rickety crate the girl was locked within. "I could lose my life. Captain Hook is not known for his mercifulness, you know."

Ethan wasn't a cruel young man. He was kind and caring. Some might even go so far as to say he was naive but standing there before a poor, innocent girl, trapped on a pirate's ship? Who wouldn't feel just the slightest bit of remorse?

Wendy clutched at her dirty, pale blue blouse and dug her nails into her denim shorts as she struggled to keep her tears at bay. She had a family to get back to - in London. So what on earth was she doing in this place people called Neverland? "Ethan, please," she whispered desperately. "I must get back. I absolutely can't leave my poor brothers to fend for themselves. Our parents are away on business and there's no one to care for little John and Michael except for Nana and she's a dog. You absolutely must let me go, I-" the girl went on, rambling.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps grew louder as Captain Hook came stomping down the stairs. The shock he felt when he saw one of his pirates corresponding with the prisoner was simply disgraceful! How dare he go against his orders to leave the girl be?

"Ethan!" the captain thundered. "What are you doing?"

The young man scrambled to his feet, straightening his back as he gave his superior a brief salute. "Captain! A-a- I was making sure the prisoner wasn't making any attempts to escape, s-sir!" Being new to the crew, he was a nervous wreck. All the time. His dark, shaggy hair was constantly soaked with sweat from nerves and his large, hazel eyes were glazed over with fear.

Wendy felt her heart fall as she listened to Ethan deny the truth, but she knew it was probably for the best. She didn't want to imagine what the captain would do if he found out that one of his pirates had been spending his day with the prisoner instead of doing his chores. Both Ethan and Wendy had spent countless hours together, the past four days she'd been kept in her crate, and she thought they had something, something special. But it would seem that she was wrong, or at least getting ahead of herself. She preferred the latter. Pushing her personal feelings aside, she remembered she had other things to worry about such as getting back home. The fear she felt when she had opened her eyes in the middle of the night, several moons ago, to find she was flying over Big Ben and into the stars could not be explained, but this! She was trapped on a ruthless pirate captain's ship! Now, how on earth do you explain that?

Wendy forced back tears as she heard Captain Hook continue to yell at his cabin boy.

"If I catch you dilly dallying again, I'll have you fed to the sharks, you hear?" Hook growled.

Ethan gave him another quick salute and a barely audible "yes, sir!" before scampering up the stairs to the top deck to continue his chores.

Wendy felt her breath catch as the Captain approached her, leaning over, his face inches away from the wooden bars of the crate she was being held captive in. A curious grin crossed his face as he examined the girl's appearance. "Pretty little lass, aren't you?"

Wendy could only hug her knees to her chest tighter as she gritted her teeth. She wanted to say something along the lines of "please don't hurt me," but it seemed too damsel-in-distress and the last thing she wanted was to come across as weak. No, she really didn't want to become Bella Swan as she sat there, stuffed into a crate that should be meant for a dog. A very small dog.

Hook laughed. "You'll be out of there and in your new home soon enough, lass. We're getting some bloody good money for you so I expect your life to be a good one."

Home? She was being sold? As what? Wendy shook in her fear of the unknown. Was she to be sold as a slave? A maid?

But before she could think to ask the Captain her questions, she found he was no longer there. With a swish of his dark coat and a twinkle of his silver hook, the pirate was gone.

Wendy pushed her chestnut colored waves out of her damp eyes as she leaned against the back of her crate. What was to become of her now?

Hours passed and Wendy grimaced as her stomach growled yet again. The list of what she wouldn't do for a piece of bread was quickly diminishing as she tried to divert her attention to her surroundings - as she had been doing for the past few days to keep her mind off food and home.

The wood that made up the ship was most definitely old, but well kept. The barrels that sat in the corner of the bottom deck reeked of pickled vegetables and salted meat that only drove her stomach insane and all Wendy could hear was the sound of crashing waves and loudly obnoxious men shouting and laughing above deck.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that an 18-year-old girl from London was not meant to be placed on a ship filled to the brim with old-fashioned pirates and a notorious pirate captain, especially Captain Hook.

Back home, Wendy had only heard stories of Neverland in her fairytale books but she never expected them to be real. Who would?

Her daily life consisted of driving her little brothers to the Academy, heading to work at the quirky, little bookshop at the corner of an empty street, picking up her brothers at three-thirty, and then driving on home. Never for one moment did Wendy Darling imagine she'd be held captive on Captain Hook's pirate ship. So what was really going on here?

Falling in love was absolutely looked down upon on the Jolly Roger. A pirate does not need love; a pirate does what a pirate does best and that is to steal.

Hook came up the stairs from the bottom deck, grinding his teeth together in anger at the mere thought of his cabin boy making goo goo eyes at his prisoner. The nerve of him!

They were nearly at their next destination: the Enchanted Forest. The captain had heard of the many riches of the wealthy in this particular kingdom.

He also heard rumors of the beautiful daughter of Snow White and Charming, Princess Emma. Her free spirit could challenge that of a wild stallion, her beauty could enchant even the most beautiful siren - and her missing poster was plastered all across the kingdom and stretched into neighboring villages. Or so said his crew. The reward for the one who saw her safely returned back to the palace was 500 gold coins, the price of nearly 30 acres of land, and a position in the Royal Court.

The captain had thought about searching for the princess. After all, he needed the money to buy his beloved sister out of Rumplestiltskin's prison.

But after deep thought, he finally decided that the princess was strong enough to fend off a kidnapper and that if she was still missing, she probably ran away. No girl that has the ability to beat her kingdom's and the neighboring kingdoms' best soldiers in a sparring match can't protect herself from an idiot stupid enough to try to kidnap a perfectly capable princess. So, the lass obviously fled the kingdom and her many ridiculous, princess-ly duties, Hook said to himself. The fact that she hadn't turned up in over a week simply proves she doesn't want to be found - at least not yet. Captain Hook, otherwise known as Killian Jones, believed that if one was strong enough to survive living within the Royal Court, they were strong enough to do anything and that included getting back home after going rogue for over a week. Besides, there was no way that he, a pirate, was getting involved with a girl from the royal family. The last time that happened, he ended up losing a hand and a piece of his heart. Now, the last thing Killian Jones needed was to save a princess, return her to her grand palace and adoring Mummy and Daddy, and be punished for his acts that couldn't be less noble as a pirate.

Now, the girl below deck was a completely different story. His orders were to find a "pretty, foreign girl, preferably with blue eyes" to be sold to a wealthy man who practiced magic with the help of fairy dust, as a wife or a servant maybe. The village, where he dwelled in, loved him for his grand contributions to their society but they greatly feared his wrath. Some may even compare his influential power to that of Rumplestiltskin himself. The kingdom knew of this man very well. They called him Peter Pan.

This was a dangerous trade the Captain was making: a beautiful, young girl from another land for a vial of blood from the rare, Arandelle reindeer that would in turn be sold and the money given to Rumplestiltskin. Who knew what could happen if he was ever caught? The penalty for buying and selling people was death, of course. And then there was also the possibility that Peter were to find the girl inadequate. Not only would Hook never receive his money, but his reputation would be tarnished and he'd be lucky if Peter didn't turn him into a vial of blood himself. Dark magic was not something to mess around with – Hook would know.

"Land ho! Land ho!"

The sound of shouting jarred Wendy from her sleep and oddly enough, she was thankful for it. There was a time where she'd be awakened by the blaring alarm on her cell phone and she'd throw a fit but for the past few days, she'd been having dreams. Weird dreams.

It started off in a place filled with tall, orange and yellow and red trees, birds soaring through the air, singing their songs and the sound of fallen leaves crunching beneath her feet. It was a good place to be in, peaceful and quiet. But then, there would be a voice, calling out her name.

"Wendy!"

Wendy turned around, her face expressing her confusion as she searched for a familiar face. To her surprise, there was a man, a young man, who couldn't be over the age of twenty-one, walking up to her. His smiling, greenish-gray eyes were the most beautiful Wendy had ever seen and his windswept, brown hair only added to his boyish good looks. The smile he gave her melted her insides and sent a shiver down her spine. Who was this person and why did he have such great affect over her?

"Wendy!" the young man called out again, harsher this time, his smile slowly turning into a frown as he stopped only a mere two feet away from her.

Wendy looked around, hoping to find a clue as to what she was supposed to do. "Um… yes?"

The frown on the young man's face only deepened. "That's all you have to say? 'Yes?' There's nothing else you'd like to tell me?"

Wendy swallowed hard and took a step back as she nodded. "Yes."

"Yes," he repeated, his face expressing complete and utter disbelief.

Wendy wrapped her arms around herself, blinking rapidly. "I don't know what it is you want me to say," she answered, honestly.

"You were supposed to tell me you'd marry me, Wendy," he said, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips forming a thin line. "I thought we'd finally agreed to do this."

Her lips parted as she took in a sharp breath. Marry who? she thought. Marry you? I don't even know you!

"Th-there must be some mistake," she stammered. "I really do not know who you are."

The puzzled look on the young man's face soon turned into fury as he slowly approached her, one slow step at a time. "You don't know me?"

Wendy shook her head. "No, I don't. I'm sorry."

"Do you need a little reminder of why you do not cross me, Wendy Darling?" his voice raising as his eyes flashed red. "Of why you do not toy with me?"

Before, she could open her mouth to answer, the young man had thrown his arm back as if he were getting ready to pitch a baseball and in his empty hand formed a ball of something yellow, a bright light that threatened to blind her. Then, just as he hurled the ball at her…

She woke up.

So... What did y'all think? Worth continuing? NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE IN EMMA AND PETER's PERSPECTIVE. Before you ask, this is very much a duel story, meaning there will be Hook and Emma's story with Hook's sister thrown in as well as Peter and Wendy's with some Ethan thrown in. Please favorite, follow, review! A new chapter will be up soon!

~XO, R