Never Bet the Devil Your Heart

I kept my mouth shut for too long
All this time you got me wrong
Now we're in this way too far
I'm about to break your heart
Tear everything we had apart
'Cause I'm feeling lost
When I'm in your arms
The reasons are gone
For why I was holding on to you
I tried so hard
To be the one
I don't like who I've become
-Mouth Shut

Captain Hook was pacing before a closed door on the deck of his ship. A feeling of dread was growing in him with each loud step he made. It was the dead of night, perhaps sometime past midnight. It didn't matter to him though, there was something of far greater importance happening on this evening.

He leaned against the door and took off his hat, he had been worrying over this matter for hours now; the birth of his child.

This wouldn't be his first child but if all would go as planned, it would be his first born alive and his first son to carry on his name and a plan years in the making.

Suddenly, the door that he had been leaning against opened. The Captain looked to the shiphand to see a mixture of disappointment and fear in his eyes obedient eyes. Hook lost all hope there and then.

"Is the child alive?" asked Hook in a hushed whisper so the mother wouldn't hear from inside the room.

The ship hand nodded meekly before Hook quickly pushed him to the side and entered the airless room. Only a bed could be found in the crapt space accompanied by a new mother cradling an infant.

His eyes widened, "The boy lives?"

The exhausted woman looked up to him away from the bundle in her arms. She wasn't happy, something the captain found odd. If he was alive what other worries could there be?

"James," she began, "there's something I need to tell you—"

Before she could finish her sentence he took the small infant out of her arms, he inspected the child for a moment before his expression fell. The mother frowned along with him knowing she had let him down… again.

"James please, it isn't so awful, we could keep her!" she pleaded with him knowing that in the end she really had no say over her baby girl.

"I wanted a BOY! A son dammit all!I can't keep after Pan for all of ever," he yelled causing the baby to begin to cry in his arms. "She's just a useless, pathetic girl."

Hook turned his back to the mother as she had also begun to cry.

"Katrina… you know this won't do, you said it would be a son!"

"I'm sorry, James," was all she could mutter over and over.

He looked back to her thinking of the pathetic mess she was, he placed the baby back into her arms. She looked up to him confused.

"Take her to London," he stated quickly and simply.

"Where?"

"Would you rather I'd throw her to the crocodile now?" he mumbled to himslef questioning his own plan.

She stumbled out of bed, "Back to England? But I don't understand."

"As I have said, I have no purpose for a girl. A boy would carry on the Hook name—even captain this very ship. You see Katrina, unlike that Pan I am old and aging quicker than anything in Neverland! By the time she is of age, it will all come together."

He reached for a piece of parchment in his pocket along with a quill and began scribbling a letter. She watched from over his shoulder. After knowing him for decades, it wasn't a surprise his actions remained as mysterious to her as the day they had met.

"What shall all come together, James?" she asked.

He folded the letter and slid it onto his hook, "When that girl is seventeen Neverland will be in even worse condition then it is these days. Pan will be about the same age, give or take a few centuries."

Katrina nodded, "You'll use her to have Peter fall in love with?"

He nodded with a smile hidden beneath his twisted mustache and pointed the letter at her, "Couldn't be a better plan if Wendy herself was still alive to kidnap."

"Sounds as if that boy would have had better luck if you had a son, at least that death would have been without heatbreak."

She took the letter and was about to unfold it when he stopped her, "Uh uh uh Kat, do not let anyone see this until our daughter's seventeenth birthday. That will be the night I will come for her to take her home. Until that night raise her in England, tell her stories of her infamous father," he added, his voice filled with pride.

Katrina nodded putting the letter away in her pocket, Hook raised her chin with his hook so their eyes could meet.

"On her seventeenth birthday, I will come for the both of you."

She held his cold hook in her hand, "I'll await the night."

He nodded with a smirk, "I must warn you, that world has changed since last we've seen of it."

Katrina took her baby into her arms, "It doesn't make a difference to me, I'll have her with me."

Hook looked to them curiously, "Have you given her a name?"

Katrina gazed to the baby before her nodding, "Her name shall be Evangeline Katrina Hook, it shall mean the death of Neverland."