Chapter One
A crocodile killed my mother, and cut off my father's hand, all in the same minute. Soon after, Papa and his crew of scallywags disappeared to a place where you never age. It was called: Neverland. By this time, I was 16 years of age.
The death of my mother was too much for Papa and I to bear. I knew he still worried for me, but his lack of attention made me want to think otherwise.
After my mother, Milah, was taken by the crocodile, - I dare not say his name - my father seemed to shut everyone out completely. He spent most of his time in his cabin, or off getting drunk. Often times, both.
I, however, didn't find much comfort in anyone. I lived on a ship full of pirates, after all.
A year of Neverland passed us by. Durning that course of time, I didn't age a single bit. Papa didn't bring the razor to his face once, for his beard never grew. My hair stayed just as long as it was the day that we had left; just below my waist, forming into black curls.
In the course of the year, Papa and I rekindled our old father-daughter relationship. The one that we used to have. Only this time, he wasn't Killian. He was Captain Hook.
He was a far colder person now. Resentment and agitation lingered behind his eyes. I dared not test him. Even though I was his only daughter, there were still many gruesome and terrible things that one could do with that shiny, silver hook of his.
Yet, in all the time we had spent in Neverland, never once did we step off of the Jolly Rodger. It felt like the right the to do, however. The island that constantly taunted us seemed...ill, as if some sort of evil resided there. Which didn't make any sense to me. I had never seen so much as the trees blow in the wind on the island. From what I knew, we were completely alone in this strange realm.
Papa seemed...afraid of the island. He never spoke of it, or dared to even stare at it. It made no sense. I decided that it was time to ask him about it.
That night, a beautiful, orange sun was setting along the glossy horizon. I stared out the window of my private cabin as I watched it, while at the same time, I was eying the mysterious island.
Curiosity itched the back of my mind. What was keeping Papa from that island? I decided that it was time to find out.
I rose up from my charge and walked out to the captain's quarters. I lifted a hand and prepared to knock, but was interrupted by a nervous voice.
"Um, miss...Ms. Jane?"
I rolled my eyes and turned around.
"What is it, Smee?" I asked, annoyed.
"The captain is in a foul mood this evening. I do not believe that pestering him would be wise," he explained as he nervously fiddled with his red hat.
"I am his daughter," I argued. "I will do what I wish."
He quickly nodded and gave a shallow bow. "My apologies. Do as you wish." And with that, he scurried past me.
I rolled my eyes once more as I knocked on the door, uninterrupted this time.
"If you don't mind, I am incredibly busy," my father's agitated voice replied to my knock.
"Papa, it's me," I said.
I heard him let out a heavy sigh.
"Come in then, darling."
With a smirk, I creaked the door open slowly, walked in, and gently closed it behind me.
Papa's back was to me. He was sitting at his desk, maps and books strewn about. His head rested in his remaining hand as his hook rhythmically scratched the surface of the wooden desk.
"Papa?" I asked as I slowly began sauntering towards him. "What are you up to?"
I pulled up a chair and sat perpendicular from him. He looked up at me, his blue eyes piercing into mine. It was almost as though I was looking into a mirror.
Mother always used to admire how much alike Papa and I looked. We had the same dark hair and depressing eyebrows, and blue, yet sunken eyes. Milah once described them as the eyes of dark hurricanes at sea.
I was glad that I didn't resemble my mother. I fear that if I did, Papa would distance himself from me even more than he already did. Not only that, but I would probably hate myself for looking like her, feeling that every time that Papa looked at me, he would wish that the crocodile had taken me instead of Milah. So, I was grateful for that.
"I'm trying to find my way out of this bloody realm," he answered looking back to his maps.
"Papa, I've been meaning to ask you," I began. He looked up at me again.
"Ask me what, Jane?"
"I want to know about that island," I admitted. "We've been here for about a year now, and we have yet to step foot on that island."
He furrowed his brows and let out a groan.
"Papa, if we don't get to the land soon, we are going to run out of supplies."
"I do not dare to step foot on that cursed island," he stated.
"And why not?" I exclaimed. "What on that island could possibly be more powerful than you are?"
He lifted a brow and pursed his lips. "Trust me, you don't want to know."
I creased my brows together as I stared into his eyes.
Someone suddenly swung the cabin door open. Papa turned around in rage and faced the intruder.
"Bloody hell!" he cried. "Smee, for the love of Neptune, knock!"
Smee's eyes were wide, petrified with sheer terror.
"Smee, what is it?" I asked.
"Captain," he began, ignoring me. "They're coming."
I looked to my father. For the first time, I saw fear in his eyes. What exactly are we up against?
So this is the beginning of my OUAT Peter Pan fanfiction...
I haven't watched this season in like, forever, so idk if I will catch up on it or not. I know that the timing is way off, there's no way that Jane would be 16 by the time that Milah died. She would've only been a toddler.
I hope to make this a pretty long fanfic. There won't be much romance starting out. Srry, but no matter how hot Pan is, you don't fall in love with a monster that easily.
Not much cannon will be in here, but I'm probably going to incorporate some Disney stuff in here as well. (I.E., Jane's name is from return to Neverland.)
Any whozzle, please vote and comment! I'd love to know what you think!