Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. This story was inspired by Jason Isaac's portrayal of Hook- mysterious, emotionally alluring, and considerably dark.
This chapter is short, and a small snippet of what's to come. I'm returning to Fanfiction after a 6 year hiatus, so please let me know what you think. ~R
Prologue:
Her body tensed with unfathomable fear, sharp kicks to the plank deepening her desperation of her feet gripping any surface of the polished wood as she teetered on its edge. Happy thoughts remained absent from her mind, as she considered in this moment that perhaps not all stories had happy endings.
Shaking and unsteady, a scream left her lips as she catapulted from the board's edge into the blue, cascading water below. Although she had once learned to swim with her brothers in the English Countryside when she was but a small girl, they were for naught, for thick ropes bound her ankles and wrists.
Looking up through burning lids, Wendy saw the glimmer of sunlight on the ocean surface slip farther and farther away. Her lungs felt like they were screaming, slowly burning from the inside out in their desperation to take a breath.
The world around her became hazy, whether through lack of oxygen or entering the darkening depths of the ocean, she did not know. Everything faded to black.
No, not all stories had happy endings.
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"Upon one summer's morning…
I carefully did stray…
Down by the Walls of Wapping…
Where I met a sailor gay…"
The somber melody, crooned in the warm summer air, soon vanished amidst the crashing waves. To a passing observer, one could not tell where salty tears ended, and droplets of the sea began on her skin.
Bathed in pale moonlight, her even paler skin took a luminescent quality, silver yet milky undertones speaking gently to the humanity slipping from her.
Wendy was no longer the same naive girl who had originally flown to Neverland, alongside a sprite of a boy. A boy who would never grow up. This promise he gave to her too.
Dark lashes gently brushed the top of Wendy's cheeks as she deeply inhaled the evening air. Beyond the scent of sea foam, now lapping at the rocks, she could sense the blooming flowers from the island's shore. Her heart tugged painfully, another remembrance of empty promises and childish fantasies.
A wisp of smoke in the air brought Wendy back to some form of reality, reminding her of the ship that remained anchored just offshore. Despite its picturesque appearance, it's ghostly glow under the moon whispered of secrets. Untold stories. Dark creatures. Unhappy thoughts.
From her soul she drew the haunting melody yet again, the right hand corner of her mouth upturning with a scorned smile. Dark waves propelled a small boat slowly to shore, the figure of a man dressed in scarlet the only indicator of anyone aboard.
"Conversing with a young lass
Who seem'd to be in pain
Saying, William, when you go
I fear you'll ne'er return again"
Lyrics: Jolly Sailor Bold
