She walked only a few minutes, and since she was in deep thoughts, she didn't notice anything unusual till she smashed headfirst into a wall of fabric and belts.

,,What are you doing?!" hissed a highly annoyed, familiar voice. Wendy's lower lip shivered a bit as she gazed up at bordeaux-clad figure, sapphires dangling from his belts and dark-brown curls, and met his flaming eyes.

,,You are ruining my plan, girl! Why did you not go to Pans hiding place, as I told you?" Hook exclaimed, his mustache shivering with anger, almost spitting the words at her.

She took a step back and felt a sharp tip of steel on her back.

,,I, -I… talked to Pan just a minute ago." She finally managed.

,,Pan!" Hook stepped forward. His hooked nose was now alarmingly close to hers. ,,Where?" She pointed towards the glade, and he vanished from sight. The steal tip remained. She dared to glance around and found the forest around her filled with pirates. Soon after she heard the bustling sounds of Hook's return and was nearly thrown over when he grasped her hard around the shoulders. ,,He's gone again! Quickly, tell me where his hiding place is!"

She felt herself straightening up, and said with a calm, slightly shivering voice: ,,I shall never tell you, captain." She spat the last word.

His mustache flickered again, and she readied herself for any pain he was capable of making.

,,Bring her with us. We return to Jolly Roger."

,,But my lord…" Smee objected.

,,Immidiatly!"

Red Handed Jill's first trip by pirate ship was not as she had first imagined. The pirates yelled orders, the anchor was hoisted, the sails unfolded and the wind took hold in them, making the giant ship move, when Wendy in the meantime was brutally shoved and locked inside a broom closet.

,,Hook! Smee! Let me out!" She yelled and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

,,This is not the way to treat a lady." She thought to herself, sat down with the bag to the door and crossed her arms. And especially not a future pirate queen.

Future Pirate Queen. Oh yes, noble and strong that did sound. The secret, that had filled her with so much excitement, now fled away like the fat on Mom's hot pan a Sunday morning. Oh to be home in Mom's kitchen, with pancakes, warm smiles and outings in the park. How Pan probably laughed at her now. She could imagine his thoughts: "As soon as Hook says one pretty word about her hair, off she goes! Just because he's tall, has his own ship and shows her the tiniest spark of notice, she believes everything that comes out of his mouth!"
The excitement in her stomach was now replaced with an icy, clenched feeling. She let her forehead rest on the wood of the gently waving ship, and closed her eyes.