Prologue
"Goodnight, Papa.." Hollinda Jones whispered, settling herself in her small bed. She had her own quarters in the ship, being the captain's only daughter. They weren't as large as her father's, but they were good enough for her. She had slept on this bed since she was a baby. Since her mother had been murdered...
"Good night, little Linda," her father muttered, a charming smile on his stubbly face, and he kissed the top of her raven hair. "Sleep well, love."
He gently took her hand, squeezed it once, and turned to leave the room.
She watched as he left, and then she settled herself deeper into her warm blankets.
She was exhausted from the day's adventures, pillaging and stealing from wealthy villagers. That was what Papa liked to do. They weren't savages, oh no.
They were dignified pirates, who only stole from the disgustingly wealthy.
Papa believed that the wealthy were sick and incredibly selfish, and that they deserved to be stolen from.
After what his former king had ordered him and his brother to do. After that incident, Papa had disowned his king for good.
Linda sighed, exhaustion taking a hold of her usually whirring, racing mind, coaxing her to sleep.
"Pretty thing you are." She sucked in my breath, all exhaustion immediately leaving her body.
Her hand slipped under her pillow, grabbed the hilt of my dagger, and she was on her feet in a matter of five seconds flat, her dagger pointed in front of her.
Who was that?
"Who's there?" Crap, Linda thought, trying to conceal her fear.
Who the hell was trying to sneak up on her tonight? The captain's daughter. Who would dare mess with her?
She peered around the cabin with her tired, bloodshot eyes, trying to find the intruder. He had hell to pay for sneaking up on Linda Marie Jones.
A form emerged from the darkness of her quarters, and his green eyes glowed in the dimness.
He had a cheeky, arrogant grin on his pale, smooth face, sandy hair atop his head. He wore dark green, as if he lived in a tropical forest, and his arms were crossed over his chest. He looked about the age of seventeen, a year older than Linda.
"Oh, did forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter. Peter Pan."
That was where it all started.