Disclaimer: I own Taylor. That's it.
Summary: Based on Romeo and Juliet with a different twist. Hook has a daughter? Where has she been all this time? Why hasn't anyone noticed her? Of course, when Slightly catches sight of her all things change, and they will never be the same again.
PROLOUGE:
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Neverland, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Chapter Une:
Taylor point of view.
For years I watched from below the cabin. I was there while my father fought Peter Pan, my so called enemy, in a huge battle. I was there when the young Wendy and the lost boys were kidnapped. I watched her kiss Pan. Wishing I could have something like that. A kiss? No! An adventure! Something magical, dangerous, and fun. But I knew I was stuck here for life which was going to be a long time in Neverland.
"Miss Hook?" I rolled my eyes as Mr. Smee came in my cabin.
"What is it?" I said in a voice that was anything but happy.
"Your father requires your present at dinner. He said to be ready and at the table at exactly 6 pm." He slammed the door on the way out. Hook, my father. Yes, I said he was my father. How did he escape the crocodile? Nobody knows for sure, but there is rumor that the crocodile spit him out for he decided the bitterness of Hook wasn't worth the trouble of stomach sickness for a long time. Any how, He was back. He rounded the crew back together even getting a few new people.
Every once in a while my dad would call me to eat dinner with him, but usually I ate alone. I walked to the window and opened it.
Neverland, a wonderful paradise. "If it is so wonderful then why am I so damn miserable?" I mumbled. A seagull flew by the window. How I longed to be like that bird. Free to go where ever, do what ever, and just be me. I sighed and walked to my closet to pick out my dress for the dinner.
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Later that night, I sat across from my father as the servants placed food in front of us. One of the servants lifted the top off my plate. I gagged when I saw the fish. I glanced up at my father who was digging in to his. I just about threw up. 'I think I will go vegetarian tonight.'
"Taylor." I looked up.
"Yes father?"
"We will have a party tomorrow night at 8. You are to wear your new costume." He said not looking at me.
I sighed, "Yes father."
"There will be people from The Cage." The Cage was another ship that occasionally came by for parties or bought us supplies. The supplies were usually barrels of rum, though.
"Yes, sir." I said taking a bite of my Never fruit. I had learned not to speak my mind around my father. Let's just say Peter Pan cursed us all when he gave Hook his …well….hook.
"Taylor, why aren't you eating that fish?"
"Because, I feel a little sea sick."
"Sea sick? Nonsense, you were raised on a ship. You've never been sea sick a day in your life."
"Well, I think I'm coming down with something. Maybe the flu?" I said more in a question form than in a statement.
"Yes, I suppose it is close to flu season." I sighed, relieved that he bought my story.
After a long period of awkward silence, there was a knock on the cabin door. Hook sighed, "Come in."
Smee walked in, "Sorry to bother you cap'n, but the invitations have arrived by mail." Our mail came from a seagull named Gully. Smee trained Gully to find anyone in the world he wanted him to. He is very smart. The bird, not Smee.
"Great." He grabbed them out of Smee's hand. He thumbed through them quickly,
"Tell your bird to give them to each person. And don't drop the important ones!" He threw them back at Smee. Smee barely caught them, before they would have went every where.
"Now leave us before I decide my hook needs exercise." Hook chuckled as Smee ran to the door only tripping four times. I rolled my eyes.
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Smee whistled for Gully. The bird flew out of nowhere and landed on his hand.
" 'ello Gully. Did ya have ya good rest?"
The bird cooed.
" T'at bad, huh?" The bird cooed again.
"Well, the cap'n and me need us a favor. Could ya 'liver these to the people on the 'nvelope?"
The bird made a mean noise.
"I know ya 'ate to fly at night, but it's an importan' party to the cap'n. If ya do this you can have a week off." Gully hovered in the air and took the letters in his claws. "Thank ya, Gully." Smee said as the bird flew off toward the islands.
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The Lost Boys had spent a year in London, but soon discovered something was wrong with them. For they, grew older faster than John and Michael. Peter said it was because the years were catching up with them. Whatever it was they now looked 16 instead of 11. They had decided to come back to Neverland before they got too old and died. Luckily Peter hadn't forgotten too many of them. Feeling that it was not right for a leader to be younger than his troops, Peter allowed himself to age five years.
Slightly and Nibs were out in the Never forest looking for the rest of the boys. They were playing Hide and Go Fly or Die. It was a game they had made up in a mist of boredom, but it turned out to be a pretty good game.
"Hey, Slight, Come look at this." Nibs said picking up a piece of paper off the ground. It was a folded piece of paper that had a piece of in it. Nibs quickly took the inside paper out and dropped the other to the ground.
"What's it say?" Slightly asked looking over Nibs shoulder.
"I don't know. I can't read."
"Let us take it to Peter. The Wendy Lady taught him to read." Slightly said picking up the paper Nibs had threw on the ground. They quickly took to the air anxious to see what the paper had to say.
"Looks like a party aboard the Jolly Rodger!" Peter re-read the piece of paper as the original Lost Boys let an out a cheer.
"Can we go Peter? Can we?" They cried.
"I don't know. It is late at night, and what would your mother say about you being out late."
"But Peter, It's a party! And, Mother is gone!" Nibs was at the side of Peter's chair.
"True, and sneaking on should be an adventure in itself." Peter got out of his chair and paced as though he was making a hard decision.
After about ten seconds, he turned back to The Lost Boys, "I have decided that we should dress up and go to the party!" The Lost Boys' cheers rang loudly through the night.
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The rivalry between the pirates and Lost Boys could hardly be put into words. For 16 years all I heard was how wrong the Lost Boys were. How evil. I'm not a stupid girl. I beg you to not think different. I have my own mind and opinions, separate from my father's. That's why I knew to find out the whole story. I knew I had to make friends with someone else on this bloody island.
Of course, being stranded on a ship doesn't help me find a friend at all, but this is Neverland. Nothing is impossible. At the age of five I became friends with a young mermaid. Adsila, her name, was only two years my senior which I found to be my advantage later.
I know what you're thinking. How can I be 16 now, but 5 then when know one ages in Neverland? You see, in Neverland one is only as old as one feels. For Example, if I felt I had the mind of a 22 year old then I would stop growing at the age of 22. It's really quite simple.
Truth be told, I'm not sure when I'll stop aging. It seems the longer I stay on this bloody ship the more I feel the need to be mature. I hope to stop that feeling soon. After all, who wants to be the only one on a never ageing island to die of old age?
Adsila and I became quick secret friends. We would only meet past dark after the only pirate awake was the watchman in the crows-nest, but soon, he too would fall sleep and we could gossip.
I found out tons of things from Adsila. Things as to how Hook had moved in here long after the Lost Boys made Neverland their home. I had, of course, been told otherwise. 'This is our home, and I'll be damned if I let those Lost boys ruin it!' Those were my fathers words not mine.
Adsila told me the day Peter Pan cut off my father's hand was also the day my father killed his first in command. My father had told me it was for just plain fun. That Peter was a manic-killer. It was in his blood, and he would be sure to kill me if he ever laid eyes on me. But now, I'm beginning to see Neverland in a whole new light.
A/n: A new story that I really didn't plan on posting until ten minutes ago. It's just, Slightly doesn't have very many fanfictions, and he's such a cute character in the book. I hope you enjoy it. It probably won't be updated near as much as Little Moments was, but I shall work hard on it. Don't expect it to be as long as Little Moments either. There is only so much you can do with Romeo and Juliet, but it shall be good. I promise that much. Please Review.