My name is Blake. I live on Neverland's shores. My father is Captain Hook. He doesn't know that I am a girl, and I'm fine with that. The only girls on the island are mermaids and women from the Piccaninny Tribe of Indians. All of them were stuck up as I was told, and all had flowers in their hair and sat around on their butts all day. True it would be nice to stop working for a while, but people would get suspicious.

When I started to develop, I had to steal bandages and wrap up my chest to keep it flat, as a skinny seventeen year old boy would appear. I wore a white shirt, a long black trench coat, a big black belt, and tan pants. On my feet I wore black leather boots that stretched up to my knees. For my hair I had black dreadlocks, and I wore a grey bandana to keep it out of my face. My face looked like a boy's would, making it so much easier to pretend. When I was born, the whole island heard in an instant. Of course I was born off of the island until I turned seventeen so I could grow up and learn how to work.

I was Hook's second hand man, at his side all the time. The one trait I had from him was my blue eyes. They had a black ring around them, and a cyan colored middle. Nobody really noticed them unless I was killing them. I usually had a sword, but once in a while I had gun.

Although I had a lot in common with Hook, I didn't have his hate for Peter Pan. He had never really done anything to me, and it was fascinating how he could fly. Really I just wanted to meet him, but, you know, my dad was Captain Hook. So for now I just had to pretend I was going to kill him.

I woke up with the darkness still around me. I had insomnia, meaning it was hard for me to sleep at night. I lit a candle next to my bed and checked the clock. It was about four in the morning, and every other pirate was asleep. I walked out of the small room Hook had made for me and stood at the railing of the ship. The stars twinkled, and I smelt rain. It hadn't rained in couple weeks, so there had to be some cloud forming somewhere.

I looked down and realized I hadn't put on my wrap yet, and I couldn't chance anyone seeing me like this. I tiptoed back to my cabin, grabbing the bandages from behind my dresser. I put it on along with my clothes.

When I stepped back out I went to the small kitchen we had in the boat. I grabbed some bread and bit into it, my mouth watering. Once I finished I traveled back up to the deck, leaning on the mast. I was staring at the water when a black figure crossed the sky. I cocked my eyebrow, standing up straight and striding to the edge. I looked out across the water.

I shrugged.

"You're being paranoid." I mumbled to myself. I was about to turn when something struck me across the head. I fell to the deck and everything went black.

When I came to I was hanging upside down. My eyes adjusted to a group of twenty or so boys in front of me. At the front was the infamous Peter Pan. He had light brown short hair, and wore a dark faded jacket, a belt around his waist. He had brown pants and a brown shirt underneath his jacket. He held a knife in one hand, and looked furious. I smirked and folded my arms, raising my eyebrow.

"How was I taken down by some Lost Boys?" I said. While I looked from face to face I noticed they all were about my age.

"A-actually it was just Peter." Someone spoke up from the back of the crowd. I chuckled.

"Well, Peter Pan, you have anything to say?" I asked.

"Pirates are our enemies, so if any come to our camp, they get sentenced to death." As he said it the smirk dropped from my face and my eyes grew. They were going to kill me.

'Your death, Hook will just hate you more." I said. I inwardly sighed. That was even more motive to kill me, I'm Hooks daughter. Peter smirked.

"So you're the infamous Blake?" Peter asked rhetorically. "I think we have even more reason to execute you then. You have killed five Lost Boys, all of them about ten or eleven. All of them had a good chance at life." He said. I noticed a searing pain in his eyes. I had killed them, there's no point in denying that, but I never knew they were so young.

"Pshh, I bet you can't even name them." I said, keeping up my hard act.

"Julian, Connor, Lex, Dan, and Phillip." Peter said without hesitating. I opened my mouth, waiting for a snarky remark to come out, but the only sound was my breathing. I closed it, frowning. "I think there has been enough small talk. We want you gone as soon as possible." Peter said, shaking out of his pained state. The Lost Boys cheered, and one cut my feet loose, and tied my hands. They walked me to the very top of Neverland's highest mountain. I looked over the edge, and saw the ninety foot drop from the top, making my stomach flutter with butterflies.

I needed a plan, and quickly. I needed something I had never told anybody, something that could go against all there ways. Something not even my own dad knew. An idea flashed into my brain. I turned around to face Peter. I leaned in a little, just so only he could hear me.

"Now, now, Peter, you wouldn't want to wreck your perfect killing ticket." I taunted.

"What do you mean?" He growled.

"I mean, you wouldn't want to kill a girl. Now would you?" I said. "It would basically be the equivalent of killing, hmm, Wendy? Was that her name?" I mocked. Of course I knew her name and what happened to her. She left Neverland because she started to hate it. It got boring for her. I leaned back, grinning at his astonished face. "Bet you didn't know Hook had a daughter, Peter." I remarked.

Before I could say anything more, a lost boy picked me up and started to walk towards the edge.

"You wouldn't want to do anything like that now would you Peter?" I yelled over the din of the Lost Boys chants. I turned my head to look at him, but he just stood there. When I turned back, I saw the sun rising over the horizon. This was it, this was my final moment. The sun rising. The Lost Boys chanting. I felt a tear stream down my cheek. "You're killing me like how I killed your boys, Peter." The Lost Boy who was carrying me set me on my knees right at the edge. I sobbed at the idea of dyeing. I would never see my father ever again. A final idea popped into my mind. It might save me, but not my dignity.

"Please, Peter. Please. Don't do this, you'll regret it. Please." I begged, crying genuinely. "Please, Peter." I whispered. The Lost Boy behind me held up his foot to kick me off, when something crashed into my side. I hit my head onto a rock, and my vision went fuzzy, but I willed myself to not pass out. I heard a growl from on top of me. The weight lifted and I saw what it was. No, who it was. I smirked, and stood next to them.

"You always have good timing," I started. "Dad."

OK, I have so many Fanfics going, but I couldn't resist a good story idea. This may be a one chapter thing, depending on how many views it gets. If it gets twenty I will continue, if not I will mark it complete. Remember to review to help me improve, and I will answer any questions if you have them. Thanks for reading! XD