This is my first fic. I actually wrote this during Christmas but never got around to posting it, so I know that the show is actually showing it's own Wendy this Sunday, but I still felt like writing. It's starts off by following Wendy Darling but later will follow Hook and maybe Peter. Eventually when we get to Storybrooke, you'll see Emma's point of view, but for now this is pre-curse.. like a good few hundred years. Enjoy and Review! :)
The tavern door flies open as a dark bearded terror marches in with his crew of pirates. Blackbeard and his crew had just successfully pillaged another small town and decided that a victory drink was in order. The people within the tavern keep to themselves and move out of the way as the rebels laugh their way to a table. A barmaid carefully watches the pirate, staying behind the counter as if it were a shield.
"The rum won't come to our hands on its own love." Blackbeard says, pointing a yellow fingernail at the barmaid. She wearily strides over with a pitcher and glasses at hand not daring to speak. The pirate eyes her carefully, enjoying the way she fails to suppress a shiver. "I'm afraid we value our earnings to much to repay you for wetting our lips but I can think of other more enjoyable ways to serve as payment you."
The maid says nothing and walks away, failing to keep her composure, hoping the malicious pirate will soon prey on another. He smiles as the scent of fear catches his nose. His equally disgusting crew laughs and drink to their captain. Soon enough another woman captures the captains eyes. Her hair is fiery red and eyes are blue as the waves of the ocean. She sits down near the crew and orders a drink, her eyes wandering to Blackbeard. This woman leaves an impression on him as he is normally feared and hated by all other maids. But this woman is different. She looks into his cold gray eyes confirming that they both want the same thing. She graces over to him, never breaking their eye contact.
It isn't long before she finds herself in his bed on his ship. But, after the deed, this woman issues him one last surprise as she waves her hand over her face and a large scar appears in place of her blue eyes. The missing eyes then appear onto the palms of her pale hands.
Blackbeard presses his back against the wall in fear and disgust. "You monster! You disgusting wench! You tricked me! Get off my vessel before I cut your throat out!" He all but yells.
"Monster?" The Seer replies with a dazed voice. "Why Captain you should analyze that word more carefully. You destroyed my village. You killed many and robbed the town of money earned through sweat and blood. Consider my warning Captain. You will meet a fowl end. In the end not even your family will shed a tear."
Blackbeard quickly snatches his sword and goes for her. But the only thing he slices through is purple smoke as she disappears before his eyes. A Seer capable of witchcraft he thinks well not even she can flee after tricking me.
A year later Blackbeard finally tracks down the Seer who had humiliated him and tarnished his honor. He catches her in a small shack like home and cornered her in her bedroom.
"I see you've still retained your monstrosity." He says unsheathing his sword.
"And you've remained as vile and as bitter as before pirate." She says her voice slurring. He holds the blade to her throat. "Wait! Do not do this!" She says panicking.
"And why not?" He asks.
"Because our daughter is too young to lose her mother."
"Vile Wench!" He says hitting her. "You planned this, didn't you?"
"She is the only one to stop you."
"Oh I doubt that. Because I will find where you hid that abomination and I will slice that monsters throat just as I shall slice your own."
"She is safe from you. Finding her will be your undoing."
"What are you implying?" He digs the sword further to her throat and piercing her skin and watches in delight as a single red drop makes its way down her body.
"Our child is your only weakness. She is your demise." She swallows hard and then snickers. "Did you really think I would give myself to you for no reason? You destroyed all that was good and now I will be able to find peace knowing that you shall fall." Angered, Blackbeard flicks his wrist. The Seer gasps, she can't use magic to save herself and barely has time to scream for help as she feels and sees her warmth leaving her.
Blackbeard wipes his sword clean and joins the rest of his crew as they destroy the rest of the town looking for the young girl.
"Wendy! I told you once and I'm not going to say it again! Get out of bed and sweep the floors!"
The fourteen year old girl wakes with a start at the voice of her mother or rather adoptive mother's shrieking voice. Mary Darling might have been small but she could roar like a lion when the occasion arose.
"Yes mother." She says groggily. Her 'mother's voice took her away from a very intense dream. She was in a jail cell with dark wooden planks and rusty bars, a dark man was standing on the other side. He had attempted to open the door to let her out as she heard fighting from above. That's when she heard her mother's howl.
It was six in the morning and she already had chores to do. What a wonderful birthday present.
It had been fourteen years since George and Mary Darling had found Gwendolyn on their doorstep wrapped in a blue blanket. At first the couple were open to the idea of raising her as their own as they had not bared any children at the time. But as they soon conceived two sons of their blood, John and Michael, an obvious gap formed between Wendy and her adoptive family. She had become more of a servant than a daughter, isolating herself to her books of fantasy and adventure. She enjoyed the tales of pirates and heroes and craved the day she could escape on a ship, to a far away world. Anywhere but the Enchanted Forest. She was free spirited and, when the Darlings were away, would duel against a wooden beam or practice throwing kitchen knives at the bags of grain. Her adoptive parents, if they saw her, wouldn't have any of it. Wendy knew this for sure. They keep her isolated. And all she ever wants is freedom. But the real problems had occurred when she awoke screaming in the middle of the night due to nightmares. The first one occurred on her thirteenth birthday. It was of a dark warlock named Zoso attacking her town. Three days later that event happened. The next one was of her 'father' George striking her. Pretty soon he did so after discovering a loaf of bread she stole from the market. A third dream revealed her John brother breaking his arm. Soon enough he angered the Darling's mule causing it to ram its hind legs into his upper body. Wendy never told her family of these dreams, as she knew they would never believe her. Instead she kept them secretly written in a red journal hidden in her corset at all times.
Wendy finished sweeping the floors when John comes up to her with a straw basket and a list of items on a piece of parchment.
"I need you to pick up these items from the market." He says vaguely. Of course he didn't bother with a simple good morning or happy birthday. Though he was giving her yet another task, Wendy does not mind as a trip to the market is all she needs to be able to relax. She takes the basket with a smile and grabs a violet shawl to wrap around her pale blue dress. Looking at her reflection she fixes her dark reddish brown hair to her liking and heads out the door.
The fourteen year old girl breathes in the fresh air and closes her eyes once out of the humid house. She begins her walk to the market admiring the green grass and the tall trees along the way. When she finally arrives at the market, she welcomes the scents of the freshly picked apples, the hot steamy bread and even the newly caught fish. After picking up all the items the Darling's had asked for, she decides to check out the docks. She hears the seagulls call and the soft waves of the ocean lure her in. She admires the waters as her boots click against the wooden planks of the dock.
"Hey girl!" A rough voice shouts behind her. She spins around, unaware of how far she'd gotten. A filthy man in a tattered shirt and dark pants is standing behind her. By the books she'd read her first assumption would be that he was a pirate.
"Are you Gwendolyn Darling?" Another one asks. This one has stepped in front of her. He wears a dark sailors hat and dark colored clothes as well as a long blue coat. He has a long wiry black beard and there is a long scar along his left eye.
"Who wants to know?" She asks cautiously, taking a big gulp.
"Your father." The black bearded pirate answers her as the pirate behind her knocks her out cold.
Wendy wakes with a pounding in her head. That pirate had really hit her hard. She doesn't know who these hooligans are or what they wanted but she knows they aren't here to wish her a Happy Birthday. But then something dawns on her. The captain said something about her father. She always wondered who her real parents were and why they'd abandon her. A small dose of excitement builds up in her but it immediately dies down as she realized where she is. A cell. The brig of a ship to be exact. She is stuck in a prison. I should have known better she thinks, this room is all too familiar. The pirate who demanded her name approaches the bars of the cell. She doesn't hear fighting from above and assumes he isn't the one to free her.
"Do you realize why your here?" He asks her but doesn't even allow her to respond. "I've been searching fourteen years for you my dear Gwendolyn, since the moment that wretched Seer of your mother spoke of you. I see you've taken after me more than her." He motions to her unscarred face and her eyes which are in their correct spot. She freezes for a moment. Seer? That could explain her dreams of the future, but she wasn't a Seer. She couldn't be. Seers were dark women who played with people's minds. Of course they told them the future but they never told them the whole truth, causing confusion and chaos. Wendy couldn't even tell the whole future. She saw fragments and only in her dreams. And to have him for a father. A wretched pirate Captain.
"You're lying." She says defensively.
"Am I now?" He smirks. "Well, I suppose I can't blame you for not wanting to believe you had a wench of a Seer for a mother or me, Blackbeard, as a father." Blackbeard? The most disgusting of them all. Now she was wishing George and Mary were her actual parents.
"Believe me," he continues."I wasn't so happy either, discovering I had a monster like you who had my blood flowing through her veins. I even thought to kill you at first, but then I thought about it and decided you would be of more use alive than dead. You are going to help me. I want you to reveal everything you know of the future and you will not leave out a single detail or you will regret it."
"I thought you said I was worth more alive than dead?" She asks with widened eyes.
"Aye my dear, I never said I'd kill you. But my crew does get bored often and I wouldn't say no to letting them play with you." Wendy backs up till she has the wall pressing up against her. The pirate lets out an evil cackle. "I'll give you a day to think." He gets up and leaves the area. Wendy begins to cry. She thinks about what she will do and decides the only way to survive is lie.