Summery: What would happen if Hook came in contact with another captain from another land? Will they clash, will they become friends; or will they become something more? Please R&R!
A/N: Here is a story for Hook! Hope you enjoy. Tell me what you think and if I shall continue.
Disclaimers: I don't own Hook nor Smee. Although I do own Clarice Newheart. Thank you.
A large, well-kept ship came to a steady halt as it approached the grubby looking dock that contained a few other large Galleons, a special one which stood out more than the others. Captain Newheart jumped down onto the lower deck with a loud thud as her boots hit the wood, getting a better glance at this new land she had come across.
"O'Conell! Hand me the map." She shouted out to her first mate, stuffing her telescope back in her pocket.
A tall man with long brown hair that fell to his shoulders and covered his sinister mutton-chops came dashing to her, holding a rather large map pasted on thin leather. He handed her the map and gave a slight nod. "Here you are, Captain." Newheart cocked a brow and stared at him as if he had forgotten something.
"Ahem." She coughed quite loudly.
Dustin O'Conell quickly hunched over, allowing her to use his back as a table. She muttered 'that's better,' before laying the map upon his back, tracing her long finger across the parchment until it came to a stop where she tapped it hard. "Aha!"
"It seems we've reached…Neverland!" She said quite excitingly, throwing the map back to Dustin. Her cat-like hazel eyes scanned the bright blue water that surrounded the land, noticing everything almost seemed as if it were a painting. "This is quite exciting. Do you know why, Dustin?"
"I could guess, Ma'am."
"Don't bother. Do you know who the Captain is who runs this here…Neverland?" She cocked a brow, a slight grin upon her face, not allowing him time to answer. "Captain James Hook."
At that she called to her crew members to set anchor and be ready to either converse or fight. Hells as she knew that Hook's pirates were like. She grinned to herself, waiting to have someone bring her magenta coat with many silver buttons and clasps. As she waited while her crew members where getting everything anchored and what not, she took out her silver pocket watch, glancing at the time. She stowed it away as a short man approached her with her jacket. She herself was not that tall, but a fair height for a woman; not including her knee high leather boots. She slid into her magenta coat, the tail stopping just behind her knees. Her fingers were quick with buttoning and clasping everything closed, concealing her dark green corset underneath. The man also carried her mirror and brush. After all, she had to look her best for the infamous Captain Hook.
She pulled the silver brush through her maroon hair that fell just before her shoulders, having a nice flare at the end. Good enough she decided, shooing away the short man, walking to get on the rowboat. Before she knew it O'Conell informed her that they were at the dock, offering to help her up. She took the offer, heaving on up the old wood, looking around at all the gritty pirates who were watching her and her crew intently.
Just as Captain Hook was about to sit down and enjoy his dinner, his accomplice, Smee, went to him in a hurry.
"Yes, Smee? What is it?"
"Captain Hook! A ship just docked and the Captain and his crew are up and about your land!" His accent almost made it difficult to hear, but Hook was used to it by now.
Hook rose from his chair with a look of curiosity upon his face. He called for Smee to gather all his things, ready to meet this Captain and his crew. With help his jacket was on and his Hook was snapped in place. He did not fear this new Captain, nor should he. He grinned, twisting his mustache with his fingers as he walked out the door and onto the deck that over looked the rest of the ship and Neverland.
The sun was setting, painting the horizon a dark blood red and the sky a hazy orange, making his visibility altered slightly. He smirked as he spotted the walking Captain and his men approaching his ship slowly. He waited with anticipation, tapping his gloved hand on the wooden railing. He hadn't fought with anyone in some time.
"This should be interesting," he muttered through the side of his smirk.
Captain Newheart came to a halt when she laid eyes on the dark figure that stood high on the skeletal ship; watching her. She instantly grinned, her strides faster and larger, her heels clicking loudly on the floor made of the finest woods. She instructed her fellow "pirates" to mingle and try not to cause too much trouble, for she was not there to fight nor steal like most pirates would do.
"Dustin, make sure everyone is in line. I'm to meet …Hook."
Dustin saluted her and strode off, leaving Newheart to walk closer to Hook's steps that lead to his deck. Each step she took her fingers tingled with excitement and her stomach churned. She was to meet the best Captain ever known. As she got closer she heard him call out, stopping her at the base of the stairs.
"And what do we have here?" He said aloud, his voice holding a special accent she could not identify.
"Captain Clarice Newheart." She said sternly, standing tall.
"Ah, a Captain who is a woman!" He said slightly taken aback, a new grin forming upon his tan face, moving his distinctive mustache that Clarice could not see yet in the dark.
"Yes. A woman Captain. And you must be Captain James Hook, am I right?"
"But of course. You know your history." He said from above, amusement in his tone.
Clarice simply smiled, waiting for him to invite her up into his quarters. She not only wanted to get to know more about this captain and his ways but she also wanted to know exactly what he looked like. All she could see at the moment was his shadowy figure and the gleaming of his hook.
"Do come up, Captain Newheart." He let out a hearty chuckle, wanting to know more about this woman, where she was from, and of course what she looked like.
And she did just that, she headed up the steps nearing him, her eyes fixed on his hook. When she reached the top stairs he offered her his arm; the one which held the hook of course. She declined, never making eye contact with him. Not yet at least. He walked to the fancy French doors, opening one and allowing her to enter first.
When she walked in his private quarters, her eyes immediately scanned the large room, the beautiful furniture, the detailed woodwork on the walls and staircases. She began to undo her long coat, taking her time, never looking at him. She wanted to wait, to save the "surprise." Although she could feel his eyes upon her as she took off her coat.
She couldn't wait anymore. She turned around slowly to find Captain Hook only a few feet from her. She looked up and smiled, slipping her coat off, revealing her forest green corset, a white blouse underneath. First thing she noticed was his curled mustache then how his eyebrows matched the curl. His almond shaped eyes watched her cat-eyes take in his image. Clarice raised her brows at his pitch black hair. It was more detailed than the room and longer than hers. Way longer. She liked it.
"Have a seat dear Captain." He walked to his dinning quarter, pulling out a chair for her. She took it without a thank you or smile. She could have done that herself.
When he seated himself down he offered her food and a drink. She took his offer of his wine but nothing else. She leaned back in the armchair, crossing one leg over the other, taking a sip of her wine before he began with the questions.
"Now, tell me Ms. Newheart. Where do you come from?" he scratched his cheek with his hook, watching her.
"Well, I consider the water my home. But to be specific I came from Ornament. I'm sure you have heard if it…?"
"Yes, yes. I have heard of it. What brings you here, Clarice?"
Hmm, she liked how he said her name.
"Navigational mistake." She said bluntly, taking another sip of wine.
"Now, I must ask. How did you become a Captain?" He let out a snort of a laugh, finding it to be humorous.
Clarice didn't.
"The same reason you became one, Hook." She spat angrily. If it was one thing she hated was getting BS for being a female Captain.
"Aw, such a temper for such a beautiful woman." He held a sheepish smile as he held his hook.
Clarice sat up, slamming her wineglass on the table. Why the hell did she believe him to be a gentleman? She knew he was going to be like the other male captains she had met. Just another typical pirate. Although he was quite more attractive than the others. He certainly had more class in living attire and clothing. He looked awfully nice in the red and black outfit. Very well manicured.
"If you don't mind, Captain, I'd appreciate a little more respect! Especially, since I haven't ordered my crew to take over your pathetic land." She leaned over the table, almost setting her chest in food.
Hooks' smile turned into a line, his brows raised high. He then chuckled, looking at her with amusement. He hadn't come across a woman with attitude in a long time. And he loved it. He stood, still looking down at her with a relaxed face. Clarice furrowed her brows and stood up as well. Hook walked around the table to her, his arms behind his back. When he was merely a foot away from her he stopped dead in his tracks. He heard a familiar sound.
Tick, tick, tick, tick…
He looked towards the ground, fear burning in his eyes. His nostrils flared, trying to sense where the ticking was coming from until he noticed it was coming from captain Newheart. His head shot up and he grabbed Clarice roughly by the arm, pulling her from her current place and throwing her against the china cabinet that held the liquor, breaking the glass doors. She winched with the sudden action and pain as she was slammed and pressed against the broken cabinet. A small whimper escaped her lips when James leaned into her. He took his hook and held the curve to her neck.
"Where is that ticking coming from?" He hissed through his teeth, only inches from her face. For once in her life she actually felt fear rising in her blood.
He couldn't even wait for her to answer. With his hook he ran the sharp tip down her corset, ripping it right off her, leaving her in her blouse. It wasn't there. Her growled and moved to her pants, ripping the fabric at her left thigh. He stopped as he heard the pocket watch fall to the ground with a light thud. He then stepped on it with his heeled foot, bringing the ticking to an end.
Clarice stood there against the broken wood and glass completely stunned. Not only did that happen so quickly, but it turned her on. There was something about this James Hook that she had never encountered.
When he came back up, holding the broken watch, his smirk was back on his face, but more with an evil tint. He leaned into Clarice, feeling her heaving chest against his as he dangled the remains of her time keeper in front of her.
"Hope this wasn't special." He dropped it to the ground where it would soon be forgotten.
"It was." Clarice hissed through her clenched teeth. Her father had given it to her before he was killed when she was 10.
Newheart placed her hands firmly on his shoulders and giving him a good shove to get him off her. Hook slightly stumbled back but catching balance in a heart beat. He let out his custom chuckle before grabbing his hook, looking at Clarice in a devilish way. Newheart merely shook her head and bent down, picking up the remains of her ruined corset.
"Don't worry my dear, I can get that fixed."
"No need, Captain Hook. I can get my own men to do it." She stated simply, not looking at him.
There was a long silence before Clarice Newheart walked to her coat and placed it on swiftly.
"Well, thank you for the eventful evening, Hook, but I must be off…" she started, her hand on the exquisite door handle before he stopped her. She took an intake of breath, holding the carbon in her lungs before he released her, his voice lingering over her ear.
"You can't be leaving this early. You just got here." He smiled; she couldn't see.
"Of course not, we'll leave when dawn breaks."
"Oh, nonsense," he almost shouted, making Clarice flinch, "I would really enjoy showing you around Neverland. It's very beautiful and quite fun if you have the right guide." She knew he was smiling. She was going to refuse his offer. She should. She would. Oh, who was she kidding? She couldn't refuse his offer, not even if her life depended on it. With a deep sigh, she looked over her shoulder and smiled.
"Alright, I'd love to." At that she left, knowing he was smirking at her descending figure.
