Lihana
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Peter Pan. I only own any new characters.
Summery: A new pirate shows up in Neverland. The Captain, strangely enough, is a beautiful young woman of 20 with a tortured past that is slowly eating away at her soul. Can Hook save her and melt her frozen heart before it's too late? Hook/Lihana; Fire/Ice- the perfect combination!!
Chapter 1: We Meet At Last
(Hook's POV)
It was a fine morning aboard the Jolly Roger. I stood looking out to sea, wondering when that brat, Pan would show up when someone called.
"Captain!" the man called.
"Aye?" I said as I turned around.
"There's another ship, sir." He said and pointed to the opposite side of the ship. I went over and looked at the other ship. It was still very far off but I could tell that it was about the same size as the Jolly Roger. Blowing in the breeze from the main mast was a pirate flag. Then I saw something being raised on the main mast. It was a plain white flag that I knew was a sign of peace. The white flag caught in the breeze and completely covered the pirate flag.
"Rise up a white flag." I ordered. Someone went to do my bidding. I was curious about this new ship. I watched to ship turn and head straight for us.
"Should we load the cannons, Captain?" someone asked. I shook my head.
"Na, the white flag means peace. I do not think we will be needing the cannons?" I answered and then noticed the entire crew just standing there watching the other ship moving towards us.
"Get back to work, you lazy bums!" I barked and everyone scattered in various directions. I continued to watch the other ship. A million questions whirled around in my mind. "How did they get here? Where had they come from before? Why are they here? Why do I have this gut feeling that this meeting will drastically change my life?!"
When the other ship was nearly on top of us, a small boat was lowered into the water and four people got in. They made their way over to us rather quickly and before I knew it, the first person was climbing aboard. This person climbed aboard so easily and gracefully, like any seamen, but I was confused by the slender body and small frame. The others in the boat climbed up quickly but I hardly noticed them for I was staring in disbelief at the person standing before me. It was a girl. She looked about 20 years old. She had high boots that came up almost to her knee with gold buckles on them. She wore tight black pants (That showed off her tiny waist) that were tucked into her boots and a long, loose, white shirt. On top of that she wore a short, tight, black vest, that ended about two inches blow her shoulder blades, laced up in the front with a dark blue ribbon (Which made me increasingly aware of her body and my own desire as a man.) and a long coat that reached to the middle of the thigh the exact same color of the ribbon on her vest. On her head she wore a blue bandana and an old, wide-brimmed, black hat. Her skin was flawless and clear; she had a nice tan too. Her face was completely impassive; no emotion showed in it. Her full, pink lips were parted slightly. Her eyes were an unusual, but beautiful, shade of violet. She had light brown hair that reached to about the middle of her back and was slightly wavy, ending in soft, natural looking, ringlets. Her head reached only to my shoulder. She looked so small (Which made me oddly want to protect her) but I could see that she was strong, too. She held her head high and stood firm as if she had been on a ship her whole life, her hands planted on her hips. Over all, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. My heart seemed to reach out to her. It was like I was being drawn to her by some unseen force.
"May I ask of your business on my ship?" I asked, for some reason hoping I didn't seem too gruff. Her expression didn't change.
"You may, I have come to meet the famous Captain James Hook." She answered and stared me down. Her voice was clear and beautiful, slightly rough and cool. She kept complete composure and refused to show emotion in her beautiful stone cold face. "Like ice…" I thought.