Captain's Hook's Daughter

by Decipheris

Janeal was the daughter of Captain Hook. Cool, right? No, not at all. You see, Captain Hook had kept his daughter secluded from the outside world for many painstaking years. Peter Pan was oblivious to her existence as Hook hid it well. Captain Hook was going to use his very daughter as a weapon against Pan.

1. A Truly Horrid Father

Janeal's P.O.V

"Oh, how I do hate myself for following my father's path!" I sobbed. "My father is absolutely horrid!" I was still sobbing. I did not know who this Peter Pan was, only that my father talked so horribly about him. He was always cursing under his breath and deprecated him whenever he had the chance.

I heard my Father storming down the ship's wooden planks. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and immediately knew that he'd been drinking. Finally he stood before me, rubbing his hook with a far off look in his eyes. They reminded me of beady little pebbles. He did not respond for quite some time. When he growled "it's time", I gasped. He couldn't possibly mean..? He began to drag me by the arm and I winced. His grip was strong. As he approached his destination he only gripped it tighter. He walked with purpose and took long strides. When he stopped I looked up. A young boy, perhaps fourteen, was tied to the ship's mast. He was a brunette, no doubt, but from this distance I could scarcely make out the rest of his features. I must have stared at him for too long, for he noticed my unwavering gaze and shifted uncomfortably.

My father smiled. "Well Pan, I'm sure you wouldn't harm this girl, would you?" This boy, presumably named Pan, laughed. "Hook, I'm sure you know that using her as your body guard isn't going to stop me from fighting you. Once I slip out of these ropes, of course." For a second, my father looked taken aback, but then sneered. "Aw, but this girl, Janeal, she's my daughter."

Pan raised an eye brow. I think they were rather thick for a boy his age, "I knew you had a secret!" he exclaimed. Father faked an expression of surprised. "Oh? You did?" This casual chatter was beginning to annoy me. And Father's grip on my arm wasn't loosening. "Father, let me go!" I cried, trying to shake of his hand. He merely cast me a glare and I bowed my head submissively. This didn't last long, though. Father's head had whipped in Pan's direction only to find he was gone. There was a strange golden light flittering around the mast. And a thin sword was pressed against Father's throat. In his panic he jumped back, unintentionally freeing my hand. I couldn't help but admire Pan's courage as I ran down to the cellar. I wanted to help. I was tired of people being pushed around by Father, and I was tired of having to support his stupid cause. He had sheltered me for too long and now I was going to rebel.