Hello everybody! Here's my first chapter of Hooked! Please, review! This is my first Fanfic, and I want to get everything right! NOTE: This part features if Hook had not gone to Neverland right after his hand was cut off. Instead, he drinks and ageing potion that and stays in the world of the Enchanted Forest for about 10-12 more years (allowing his daughter to age), when the potion is deactivated, THEN leaving to Neverland. Got it? Enjoy, and remember to review!

"We'll be going to the mainland today," Killian announced. This stirred mixed feelings in Milah; she enjoyed the mainland, but she knew the mainland meant business, and they weren't your typical business folk.

"Anything else, Cap'n?" Smee stuttered, balancing a mountain of plates and cups in his hands.

"That'll be all, my fellow," Hook said with a dismissive flick of his hand. Unfortunately, his hand met a cup that was teetering precariously at the bottom of the stack, and all of the plates fell on top of poor Smee, who screamed like a girl. Milah tried to stifle her laughs behind her fist, but it was too much. She threw down her hand, which hit the table loudly. Laughter danced out of her lips, along with a snort or too. At this, the entire crew burst into great guffaws if laughter. Even Smee stopped whimpering and joined in. Suddenly, Bones shouted from the wheel, "Two more notches to starboard and we'll be in docking range!" Killian tapped his hook on the table twice, and Adrey leaped up, beginning to climb up the webbed ropes to the top crow nest.

"Aye aye, sir!" At this, Hook finally leapt up and told his crew,

"Time to dress up, boys!" All of the crew members got up from their chairs (except poor Smee, who was trying to sweep up the broken glass with a small handheld brush and dust pan) and ran below deck to suit up. Milah followed them with a small sigh. She clocked down the wood staircase and left into her private quarters. She grabbed her long, pirate style scythe of a sword, and slipped it into its case. Then, she grabbed her bandanna and coat, which she slipped on in front of her dirt smeared full-body mirror. She smiled at her reflection, and tucked her silky brown locks behind her ears. Finally, she grabbed her mother's necklace, which she carefully placed around her neck. The teardrop shaped stone of blue topaz reflected the surrounding light, causing it to shine like a small star.

"Milah, time to go!" Hook called from above deck.

With a last glance at her reflection, she turned and replied, "Coming!"

The Jolly Roger slowly pulled into the dock, it's great sails billowing. Hook stood at the wheel, with a smile plastered on his face. This was going to be a fruitful venture indeed. Below him, Milah ran around on the deck, practicing her parrying techniques, stashing at a wooden sword-post. It was etched deeply from her years of practice, each mark growing deeper and higher as she grew. Hook smiled down on her and thought of his lost wife. How proud she would've been, watching their child fight.

"All hands on deck! Tie the ship!" Bones yelled from below. Milah sheathed her sword and Hook came down the stairs. He began to yell various words concerning who does what position, and the crew obeyed, immediately leaping to their place. When the last rope was tied, they leapt down and moved in a mob near town. Soon, they came to a store, which Killian announced to be their target. They bust in so quickly the customers didn't have a moment's purchase to run. They tied them all up and tossed them in a corner, All except the shopkeeper. Hook walked to him, demanding his money.

"But-" the frightened shopkeeper stuttered.

Hook leaned in, pulling the shopkeeper by the collar closer toward him, and growled, "Shall I repeat? I. Want. The. Money!" He slammed his hook on the counter for emphasis. The tied victims bounced and shook in fright.

"Y-y-yes, sir," he stuttered, fingers scavenging for his money box. Finally, it appeared in his frail fingers. Killian snatched it from his grasp, thudding the counter with his hook. Suddenly, the front door thudded open. Hook veered around to see a lawmaker.

"Come to join the party, have we?" He smirked before lunging, sword in hand. The lawmaker tried to parry with his staff, but Hook was fast. He swerved his point and thrust the sword through the man's chest. Hook then proceeded to fill his bag with goods, kicking the dead man's body to the side. The shopkeeper was huddling in the farthest corner, south of the other victims, shaking violently. Milah walked up to him, sack and sword in hand. She looked into the frail man's eyes for a moment before turning away and proceeding to fill her bag. She didn't show it, but she felt bad for the man. Here they were, stealing his life's earnings, while he huddled in the corner, defenseless. Nevertheless, she kept tossing objects into her sack. Yes, this may be his life, but being a pirate was hers, and that's how she wanted it to be.

"Milah!" Killian called from the door, "Reinforcements are coming! Time to get scarce!" She immediately ran after her father and the rest of the crew, out of the store and toward the ship.

Okay, I might add more to this, but please review and give suggestions! Hejdo!