Chapter Two
When I woke up, my head felt like it was underwater. I moaned softly, sitting up, reaching for the place on my head where the pirate hit me. "Fucker..." I muttered, looking around the room, my vision fuzzy due to my lack of glasses. Climbing out of the bed, I looked for where my glasses could be, then wondered where the hell I was. I felt my bare thighs rub against one another when I walked, then looked down, noticing I was wearing a white, low-cut nightgown. Enraged as Hook's audacity to change my clothes while I was unconscious, I stormed over to the door, trying knob. "Locked...shoulda known it," I growled low in my throat. I began pounding on it, not stopping until someone opened the door.
I heard the door unlock and I backed away from the door, looking for something to hit the door-opener with. Smee entered the room with a tray of fresh fruit, bread, and a wine glass. "Good morning, Miss!" Smee said happily, setting the tray down at Hook's desk. "Come on then, breakfast," Smee said, walking over to me and leading me over to the desk, whipping out a cloth napkin and settling it across my lap.
"Uh...thanks..." I trailed off, picking up the wine glass, sniffing the contents.
Noticing it was rum, I grimaced, looking over at Smee who was leaving the room. "Um, I don't drink...alcohol," I said, loud enough for Smee to hear me.
"We don't have nothing else, Miss," Smee apologized, exiting the room.
"Well, pooper-scoopers..." I muttered, popping a grape into my mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
Smee came back an hour later to take the tray, giving me a polite smile as he went. I sighed, returning to the book I had found while I had searched for my glasses. I hadn't found my glasses or my original pajamas, and I had almost torn the room apart looking for them. So I had settled down with a book, trying to calm myself down.
Several hours later, the door opened, revealing Hook, balancing the tray in one hand and closing the door with his hook. Setting the tray down in front of me, Hook smiled disarmingly, asking me how I like the nightgown. "I don't like dresses," I pouted. "And I want my glasses back." I said, holding out my right hand, looking over at the window, acting as snooty as possible.
Instead of glasses, I felt a large, callused hand slip over mine, grasping it. I turned to glare at him, and Hook lifted me from my seat, pulling me flush against his muscular chest, which I could see through his half-open shirt. "What glasses would you be speaking of, Miss?" Hook asked, his voice low, causing me to get that good, low-down tickle.
"My glasses. The ones that were on my face last night, but don't seem to be there now," I replied, trying not to blush.
"You mean the ones in my pocket?" Hook asked, feigning surprise.
"Which one?" I asked, gnawing on my bottom lip.
"You'll just have to figure that out for yourself," Hook replied, a carnal smile on his face.
"I am not going to just blindly stick my hands in your pockets. You might have a hole cut in one so I'd touch your..." I trailed off, blushing.
"My what?" Hook asked, his face inches from mine.
"Your...leg," I replied, darting my eyes everywhere, concentrating on anything but his eyes.
"Of the women I've been with, not one of them's compared it to a leg before," Hook said, sweeping a lock of hair away from my face with his hook.
"That's not what I meant! I haven't even seen it," I scoffed. My eyes widened and I babbled, "Not that I'd want to see it...not that I wouldn't want to...I just want my glasses!" I exclaimed.
Pulling away from him and patting his sides, I searched for my glasses, attempting to ignore the cocky smile on his face. I found them in his inner right breast pocket. I pulled his coat open, reaching my hand into the pocket, pulling my glasses from the pocket, the back of my hand brushing against his muscular man-boob, causing my cheeks to redden as I slipped my glasses on my face. Everything came into focus, including Hook's piercing blue eyes. "And my pajamas. Where are they?" I sniffed, looking up at him.
"As long as you are on my ship, you will not wear those dreadful rags," Hook replied, looking down my nightgown.
I took a step back, glaring at him. "They were not rags! A little old maybe, but not rags!" I snapped.
"Nevertheless...all the men on this ship pull their own weight. Chores and whatnot. And if you do not do exactly what I say, when I say it, you will be joining them," Hook said, taking a lock of my hair between his fingers.
I leaned my head back, and sneered, "Then point me towards the mop and bucket, cause I'm no one's personal slave."
"Oh, you're not going to be on deck. Pan will be able to see you easily. No, I believe you'll be down in the kitchen, washing dishes," Hook replied, grabbing my arm and leading me from his quarters.
Hook lead me down the stairs and across the deck over to the entrance to the hatchway leading to the brig. Opening the hatchway with his hook, he pushed me down inside, closing the hatch after me. "And whether you like it or not, you will join me in my quarters for dinner," Hook hissed at my departing form.
"Aw, go jerk off...with your right hand," I muttered, heading towards the kitchen.
After the cook found out what I was to do, he ushered me over to the sink piled with dirty dishes. As the cook went up on deck to take a break, I growled under my breath, "I'm at home, I do the dishes; I'm in England, I do the dishes; I go to fucking Neverland, I do the goddamn dishes! I cannot win!" After arranging the dishes in the order I was going to wash them, I began filling the sink with seawater, adding some liquified soap to the mix.
As I washed, I kept myself entertained by singing softly to myself. The first song that popped into my head was David Bowie's 'As the World Falls Down', from the Labyrinth soundtrack. After finishing that, I moved onto 'Within You', also from Labyrinth.
I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, and thinking they were the cooks, continued to wash the dishes. I began singing 'Mr. Brightside', by The Killers, moving my head as I tapped my bare feet on the rough wooden planks they used for floor as I sang, "...Now they're going to bed, And my stomach is sick, And it's all in my head, But she's touching his chest now, He takes off her dress now, let me go...Cuz I just can't look, it's killing me, and taking control...Jealousy, Turning saints into the sea, Swimming through sick lullabies, Choking on your alibis, But it's just a price I pay, Destiny is calling me, Open up my eager eyes, Cuz I'm Mr. Brightside..."
"What are you doing!" Hook demanded from the doorway.
I jumped, not expecting him, accidentally dropping a wooden plate. "I'm washing the dishes, what's it look like?" I replied, kneeling down to pick up the plate.
"I could see that. But what were you singing?" Hook asked, entering the kitchen.
"Just a song..." I trailed off, embarrassed that someone had heard me singing.
"What's the name...of the song? Maybe I know it."
"You wouldn't know it. Trust me," I scoffed, turning back towards the sink.
Hook stormed across the kitchen to me, grabbing my arms and turning me towards him, pushing and pinning me against the counter. "What is the name of the song?" Hook hissed, his blue eyes meeting mine.
"It's called 'Mr. Brightside'," I replied, very aware of his body pressed against mine.
I was unable to keep eye contact, and looked off to the side. Hook noticed that and grabbed my chin with his left hand, forcing me to look at him. My eyes meeting his, I gasped brokenly, realizing how beautiful his eyes were, even when he was angry. Hook noticed the gasp and sneered, "What?"
"No-nothing," I stammered, shaking my head.
"You gasped. Why?" Hook asked, raising his hook, so it was inches from my face.
"I-It's just that your eyes are the exact same color of Forget-Me-Nots..." I trailed off.
Hook, not expecting that remark, took several steps back. "The dishes aren't cleaning themselves, girl," Hook said hurriedly before exiting the kitchen.
Once he was gone, I exhaled slowly, having held my breath after I told him what I thought about his eyes. "Oh...my...God," I sighed, turning back to the sink, humming 'Mr. Brightside' instead of singing it.
After I had finished washing the dishes, I was led to Hook's quarters, being forcibly pushed into a chair at the dining table, where a lavish dinner sat. Hook was nowhere to be seen and I sighed, leaning back in the chair, twiddling my thumbs.
Hook entered the room, not saying anything to be and walked over to his chair, at the opposite end of the table. Smee came in with a pitcher, holding it in front of me. "Muscat, Miss?" Smee said, smiling kindly.
"I-I told you before. I don't drink," I said quietly.
"Oh, yes, sorry Miss," Smee nodded, walking over to Hook and filling his goblet.
"What's this about you not drinking?" Hook asked, glancing over at me for a moment then concentrating on his dinner.
"Where I'm from, I'm not old enough to drink," I replied, pushing my chicken around my plate.
"What is the drinking age where you're from? Thirty?" Hook sneered.
"No. Twenty-one," I corrected him.
"And you're, what? Nineteen?"
"No. Twenty."
"You look older," Hook commented before taking a drink.
"It must be the bags under my eyes," I scoffed. "I tend to stay up later than I should."
"Well, that won't be the case here. You will go to bed when I do, and you will wake up when I do."
"It's not like we're gonna be sleeping in the same bed," I chuckled. Seeing the look on his face I sighed heavily, "Fuck..."
"A lady should not use such language," Hook said, raising an eyebrow.
"Who's spreading rumors that I'm a lady?" I scoffed. "For Pete's sake, you're sailors, you should be talking like them."
"We are pirates."
"Then you should be speaking worse than sailors."
"I am a gentleman," Hook replied arrogantly.
"Yeah, a gentleman that would kill you so much as look at you," I sneered.
"You are excused," Hook said, glaring at me.
"But I didn't ask--"
"You are excused!" Hook shouted, slamming the hook into the table.
"Fine, Mr. Grumpy-pants," I grumbled, taking the napkin off my lap and throwing it down on the table.
I stood up, passing through the doorway leading to his bedroom, leaving him alone. After looking out the window at the island for a while, I climbed into bed, my glasses on the nightstand beside me.
Hook entered the room later, not bothering to turn on the light, believing I was asleep. He stripped down to nothing but his pants, then took off the hook. I noticed, in the near-darkness, a tattoo on his left shoulder, that resembled a family crest. Sliding the pants down his legs as well, leaving him in nothing but a smile, Hook climbed into bed. "Jesus Christ! You could have told me you slept in the nude," I gasped, clearly not asleep, and had been watching him undress.
"You didn't ask, my dear," Hook said, pulling the covers over him.
"Ew..." I trailed off, sliding as far right as possible.
When I had fallen asleep, I didn't care if he was naked or not, turning to face him, my chest brushing lightly against his arm. Hook stirred, turning on his side to face me, moonlight spilling through the window lighting up half my face. With his left hand, Hook traced my bottom lip, then the top, his fingers light as a feather. He traced the small scar at the dip between my nose and my upper lip, causing me to stir slightly, pressing myself closer to the warm body next to me. Hook inhaled sharply, turning onto his back, trying to go back to sleep.
I woke up the next morning, feeling very rested. Sitting up in bed, I scratched lazily at my hair, reaching for my glasses. I yawned, looking around the room, not seeing Hook anywhere. Climbing out of bed, I shuffled into the main area, find a topless Hook at his desk, eating breakfast. "Good morning," Hook said, looking up from his book.
"Mm...morning," I yawned once more, walking over to his desk, snatching a grape off his plate, popping it into my mouth.
"You seem amiable this morning," Hook commented.
"I know...it's strange. I'm usually ready to kill someone if they wake me up before I've had twelve hours of sleep," I sighed, sitting down on an empty spot on his desk. "Why do I feel like not killing you?" I asked tiredly.
"It could be my Forget-Me-Not eyes..." Hook trailed off, looking over at me, smirking.
"I don't know why I said that, I really don't," I blushed, raking a hand through my tangled hair.
Hook said nothing, standing up, walking into his room to get dressed. He exited the room a few minutes later, his shirt partially buttoned. "You don't have to do the dishes today," Hook said quietly as he slid his red overcoat on, looking over at me in the mirror. I turned to face him, confused.
"Why not?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.
Hook turned and walked over to the desk, standing inches away from me, one of his hips pressed against my leg that dangled off the side of the desk, grabbing the back of my head with his left hand, his mouth swooping down to meet mine. I inhaled sharply through my nose at the surprising kiss, moaning softly as his tongue entered my mouth, stroking mine. I tentatively moved my tongue against his, not really sure how to kiss. Having felt that tiny reaction, Hook reached around with his right arm, pulling me closer to him, his hand gripping the back of my head as his tongue plundered the inner recesses of my mouth.
All too soon I needed air and Hook released me, panting as well. He cleared his throat, straightening his collar and exited the room, leaving me alone. "Wow..." I trailed off, falling backwards on the desk, my elbow landing by his plate. I felt myself slowly rise of the desk, floating in midair. I looked down, grinning. Concentrating on my former crushes, I lowered to the floor, hurrying over to the window, opening it as far as it could go. I sighed, looking back at the cabin and climbed out the window, thinking of Hook's kiss, rising into the air. I didn't want the pirates to see me fly back to the island, so I slowly began thinking of unhappy thoughts and lowered into the water. I swam back to shore, my nightgown clinging to me. I stumbled onto the shore, looking back at the ship sadly then ran into the jungle.
I ran to the tree, my nightgown catching on thorns and branches, slowing me down. When I got to Peter's lair, I opened the door, entering the tree, falling down the slide into the underground lair. Once I was down there, I relaxed, falling back against the slide, my chest heaving. "Emma!" Laura shouted, running over from the table to me, hugging me tightly.
"Hi..." I panted, smiling up at her weakly.
"You escaped...how?" Peter asked, walking over.
"Happy thoughts and an open window..." I replied, looking up at him.
Peter grinned, calling several of his lost boys to him, ordering them to get enough food for a feast. Laura and Peter helped me to my feet, walking me over to Peter's bed and laid me down, wrapping me up in a large blanket so I didn't freeze to death when they took the nightgown from me, to hang it up to dry.
While we were eating the wonderful feast the boys had gotten for us, I faintly heard creaking in the tree above us. I frowned, wondering if the tree was 'settling' like houses do. But when a dozen pirates flew down the slides, I knew that it wasn't the tree. I gasped, grabbing Laura with one hand, keeping the blankets tied around me like a toga on with the other, ran past the pirates, heading for the stairs.
Exiting the tree, leaving the boys to fight, I led Laura through the jungle, not knowing where to go. I told Laura not to look behind her even though she wondered if we were being followed. "It'll only slow us down!" I shouted as we ran. "Trust me, it happens in horror movies all the time!"
We ran for a good ten minutes then Laura had to stop, so I turned to the left, finding a cave. I let Laura sit down on a rock as we tried to catch our breath. I sat down next to her as she began crying, "I didn't know that it was going to be like this..."
"I know, honey..." I trailed off, stroking her hair as she sobbed.
"I wanna go home...I want my mommy..."
"I'm sure that Ann...Amarella? No...A-angel? No..." I stammered, trying to remember her mom's name.
I wracked my brain, unable to remember my own parents' names, or my sisters'. Laura cried as she couldn't remember her family either. "It must be this place...it does things to you...makes you forget..." I mumbled, hugging Laura as she cried. Laura fell asleep, and I dozed off, tired of running, believing us to be safe.
I woke up, surrounded by pirates. "Aw...fuck..." I muttered as Hook strode forward. I shook Laura awaked and she let off a shrill scream when she saw the pirates.
"Well, look what we've found. The babysitter and her charge, once again, within our grasp. I do like our odds," Hook said coldly, causing Laura to cringe.
"Stop it! You're scaring her," I snapped, glaring at him.
Hook's eyes softened for a moment at my harsh tone then hardened. "What'll you have me do? Return the child to Peter Pan? Again?" Hook sneered. "Then have you run off, back to her after a day? I think not."
"Then let me write a note to Peter, telling him what I want him to do," I said, feeling my heart freefall into my stomach at what I had decided to do.
"I have no paper on my person," Hook replied, puzzled. "Besides, Pan doesn't read."
"She can," I replied, hugging Laura closer to me. "And go send someone for some paper," I snapped.
Hook nodded once at a tall, gangly pirate with two large gaps where his front teeth should be and the pirate ran off, in search of paper and a writing utensil. While we waited, I whispered to Laura what I wanted her to do when I finished writing the letter, hanging her my cross locket as I did so.
The pirate returned with a piece of paper, an inkwell, and a quill. I found a flat-ish rock and knelt beside it, writing out two letters, one for Peter, one for Laura and I's parents. When I finished, I waved them back and forth to get the words to dry. Laura had my locket around her neck, sniffling slightly. I folded up the letters, addressing them to the respective readers and dried the ink on that too. I handed Laura the letters, asking Smee to walk her back to the tree. Hook nodded at Smee, allowing him to leave. Smee was kind to Laura, holding her shoulder gently, like an uncle would, while he walked her from the cave. I turned back to face Hook, my face unreadable. "Well?" I asked coolly. "Aren't you gonna slap a pair of handcuffs on me and knock me out like you did last time?" I asked, holding out my bare wrists.
Hook turned to Bill Jukes, who had tattoos all over his body, who carried a pair of chains with him and hooked them up around my wrists, with a chain in the middle to lead me out of the cave. Hook lead the little parade back to his transport, where he climbed up onto the seat and six of the pirates surrounded the transport and lifted it at waist-level, carrying him back to the rowboats, as the rest of the pirates followed after, with Bill Jukes leading me at the back of the 'parade'.
Back at the tree, Smee had dropped off Laura at the door, leaving her alone. She entered the tree, sliding down int the underground lair and walked over to Peter, starting to cry again. "Hook has Emma..." Laura whimpered, tears streaking down her cheeks.
"Then we will rescue her," Peter said, unsheathing the sword at his hip.
"No! She doesn't want to be saved," Laura replied, unfolding the letter addressed to Peter. "She wrote you this: 'Dear Peter, if all has gone according to plan, I'm on my way back to the Jolly Roger and Laura's reading this to you, more than likely crying. Pete, I want you to take her home. She's forgotten her parents. No one should have to deal with that. I know, right now, that you're mentally cursing Hook for putting me in this predicament. But you know, I had nothing really going for me back on Earth. And I might be able to break out of the Jolly Roger again if Hook doesn't lock the windows. But, in all seriousness, Pete, take Laura home. She's too young to worry so much'."
Peter looked at Laura then nodded, calling Tinkerbell over to him. He shook a liberal amount of fairy dust onto Laura and asked her to think of happy thoughts, and slowly, she rose into the air, gripping the letter to her parents. Peter and Laura flew out of the entrance in the top of the tree, flying her back to England.
When Peter and Laura arrived at the house, he flew her in through the window, landing on the nursery floor. Laura rushed over to Emma's suitcases, digging through one of the bags, to pull out the small bag of her favorite books, her green, stuffed teddy bear and her Beauty and the Beast comforter. "Give these to her, please. I know she'd want them," Laura said as she heard her parents rush up the stairs. Peter nodded, saying goodbye and flew out the window the moment Alice and Mark ran into the room, seeing Laura standing in the middle of the floor, looking dirty and a bit worse for wear, but okay.
"Oh, thank God!" Alice cried, pulling Laura into her arms.
Mark knelt beside them, pulling them both into his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks. "My God, where have you been? We've been so worried about you..." Noticing something, Mark frowned. "Where's Emma?" Laura looked down at the floor then the note in her hands. Handing it to her father, he unfolded the paper, seeing my handwriting scrawled across the aged paper.
Dear Parental Units,
I know that seemed weird, but I can't remember your names. This place makes you forget. And no, it's not a drug den. There's a book called Peter Pan about a boy that'll never grow up. Well, it's true. The author went to Neverland as a child then came back and wrote the book. I read it to Laura and it must have called Peter Pan to us. We flew off with him, thinking that time moved differently here than it does there. And it might. It could just be minutes after we left or weeks, I'm not sure. But I've decided to stay. The pirates here, (who looking nothing like Johnny Depp) are ruthless and were going to kidnap Laura and I volunteered to go with them, to keep Laura safe. Who knows what they were going to do to her? I escaped, but then they found us, putting us in the same predicament as before. I promised I would stay if they let Peter take Laura home. It worked and all, since Laura's there now. Please, don't come looking for me. It's impossible. I think I'll be able to deal with no electricity, no indoor plumbing, and no internet...I hope. I'm going to miss all of you (not my younger sister though. Keep her away from my things. Give my stuffed animals to my niece. This sucks that I can't remember names) although I might forget you within the next few days, I'll remember you for as long as I can. Oh, crap. I'm starting to tear up now. Can't let them see me cry. Goodbye.
Mark began to tear up again, having read the note. He handed to Alice who sighed brokenly as Laura started crying again. Alice headed down the hall to the phone to call Maryann and William, and inform them of their daughter's decision.
Peter flew back to Neverland, carrying the things Laura wanted him to give to me. Breaking through the barrier between the world and Neverland, Peter flew down towards the Jolly Roger, seeing the rowboats once again attached to the ship, and landed on the deck, shouting for Hook. Hook exited his cabin, running down the steps at Peter, brandishing his sword. "Stop!" I shouted, having seen him from the brig, where Hook was keeping me. Hook turned towards the sound of my voice, eyes flashing.
"Last time I checked, prisoners didn't talk," Hook shouted at me.
"But he has my things!" I shouted back, desperately wanting my Beauty and the Beast comforter again.
"Is this true?" Hook asked Peter.
"The girl wanted her to have them," Peter replied, nodding.
"I'll have to check these for instruments to break her out of the brig," Hook said, taking the things from Peter. "Now, leave before I gut you like a fish," Hook growled, brandishing his hook.
"Don't hurt her. She's braver than most would be," Peter said, before flying off.
Hook sneered at Pan's disappearing form and returned his gaze to the things in his arms. He walked back up the steps, entering his cabin with them to examine them.
Down in the brig, I sat back down on the bench leaning against the bars. Clearly angry at me, Hook had me sent down to the brig as a punishment for running away. Even though I had corrected him, saying that the running came after the flying and the swimming. He had smacked me for that, backhanding me, not-too-gently, I might add. So here I sat, in the stuffy prison, awaiting my sentence. I wasn't sure what Hook was going to do. He was bipolar in the worst way; he could be almost sweet, like when he kissed me, or he could be malicious, when it came to pissing him off. As the ship rocked back and forth with the motion of the sea, I fell asleep.
I was jarred from sleep, by a sharp rapping of the bars near my head. I jumped up, nearly falling off the bench. I looked up at my waker, my dark eyes meeting the stormy blue ones of the captain. "Shit..." I muttered, running my fingers through my hair.
"I have your things," Hook said coldly, handing me the comforter, teddy bear, and bag of books through the bars.
As Hook began to walk away, I muttered, "Why do you have to be such a jerk-off?" Hook froze, turning to face me. He walked over to the bars, 'grabbing' one of the bars with his hook.
"I am not completely sure what that term means, but it can't be good," Hook said, glaring at me.
"No, it's not. It basically means that you masturbate...often," I retorted, hugging my comforter and teddy bear to me.
"Why are you so angry with me?"
"Because I'm in a frickin' dungeon," I scoffed, looking around me pointedly.
"You are the one that ran away not moments after...our..." Hook trailed off, unable to say it.
"Just go if you can't say it," I sneered, turning to face away from him.
"It's because you didn't want to be with a monster, isn't it?" Hook demanded angrily, raising his right arm for emphasis.
I turned to face him, eyeing the hook. I stood up, setting my things on the bench. I walked over to him, taking the hook in my hand. Holding it enough to have a good grip on it, but not slice my hand open if I pressed down too hard. "You are not a monster," I replied, shaking my head.
"I am no man. A man has both his hands," Hook said, meaning to pull the hook from my grasp.
I tightened my grip on the hook, hissing in pain as the blade sliced my palm. "You are a man. Believe me, I've seen proof," I said, blushing. "You're just incomplete. And not in the lacking-a-hand department. Mentally. You had to have been someone before you became a pirate. And maybe, somewhere deep down, below the hatred, and the hurt, and the rage, that man is still inside you." I said, feeling the blood drip down my hand.
"I see," Hook muttered, unable to make eye contact.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to try and stop the bleeding..." I trailed off, releasing the hook and gripping my right wrist with my left hand, grimacing in pain, turning towards the single porthole in my cage, silently screaming in pain.
Hook pulled a handkerchief from a pocket of his black overcoat, walking around to the side of the cage, holding the handkerchief through the bars. I turned slightly, seeing the handkerchief and took it from him, pressing it against the palm of my hand, wincing. "Thanks..." I muttered, sitting down on the bench. Hook nodded, then exited the brig through the hatchway, closing it behind him.
Smee brought me dinner and some bandages for my hand. I thanked him and he left, leaving me to tend to my wound. After dinner, it was too dark for me to read, so I began singing 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' softly, staring off into the darker corners of the brig, hugging Pooky. The movement of the ship, once again, rocked me to sleep.
Hook didn't visit me for a week, obviously being too busy to say a few words to me. I spent most of my time trying to remember my life away from Neverland, but it was getting harder and harder to remember as the days passed. I hugged Pooky to my chest, tears pooling up in my eyes as I realized I had forgotten my own name. "Shit...shit..." I muttered over and over, letting the tears spill down my cheeks. Smee came down the stairs, carrying the usual tray of fruits, bread, and meat for me, and noticed me crying.
"What's the matter, miss?" Smee asked, opening the door, setting the tray next to me.
"I can't remember who I am," I cried, burying my head in my hands.
"Well, that's impossible, Miss, your name is..." Smee trailed off.
"I didn't tell anybody here and now I forgot too!" I sobbed, hugging my knees to my chest.
"Oh, poor dear...it'll come to you..." Smee sighed, turning and leaving the cell, locking it behind him.
Not bothering to touch my food, I set it on the floor, curling up on the bench, tears streaking down my face.
I fell asleep and later that night, I heard someone enter my cell, shaking my shoulder gently. I sat up, rubbing at reddened eyes, to see who it was. Hook was kneeling next to me, a vaguely sympathetic look on his face. "Smee told me what you said earlier. Can you truly not remember your name?" Hook asked me.
"No. It's all a blank. Everything before I came here, gone," I said, my eyes burning as I tried to stop myself from crying again.
"In the bundle of things Pan brought you, there was a bookmark in one of the books that might be of some interest to you," Hook said, pulling a small card out of his inner right breast pocket, handing it to me.
I held it up, but was unable to read it in the dark, so I stood up, holding the card by the porthole, where the moonlight spilled into the cell nearly every night. It was a Valentine's Day card with Snow White on the front with a message that read: 'Wishing you a beautiful Valentine's Day!' I flipped it over, reading the words on the back. "To: Emma. From: Eric..." I read aloud. "Emma...I'm Emma..." I trailed off, a smile growing across my features. I threw my arms around Hook's waist, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, thank you so much!" I gasped, resting my head on his shoulder.
Hook tentatively wound his arms around me, resting them at the base of my spine. I pulled away from him slightly, my dark eyes meeting his blue ones. Hook raised his left hand to rest at the back of my neck, pulling my face towards his, pressing his mouth forcefully against mine, once more causing me to gasp. Our tongue danced against one another, causing me to drop the card, bringing my hand up to thread through the hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer to me, tilting my head to the right, so our mouths meshed better.
When we broke for air, Hook gathered up my things, opening the door to the cell. "Come with me," Hook said, nodding towards the stairs. I grabbed the card I had dropped, following Hook through the doorway, kicking the cell door close behind me, following Hook up through the hatchway, across the deck to his quarters.
Kicking the door close behind him, Hook dumped my things on the chaise lounge not to far from his desk, walking back over to where I stood by his desk. Using his hook to sweep the books off his desk, Hook pushed me up onto it, hiking up the blanket I still had wrapped around me as a dress, centering himself between my parted thighs. Sliding my glasses off my face, Hook tossed them into the chair at his desk, stroking his left hand down my cheek. Threading his fingers through my hair, his mouth descended upon mine, his tongue, once more, demanding entrance to my mouth. I relented, sighing heavily as his tongue danced against mine. Breaking for air, Hook, lowered his right arm to between my legs, the point of the hook brushing lighting against my thigh. I felt a slight tug as I heard him rip my only pair of underwear off me, discarding them on the floor. I grabbed at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons then ripped it open, the buttons popping off in all directions. Once I had the shirt away from his muscular chest, I pulled him back against me, renewing the kiss with vigor, pushing his overcoat off his shoulders. Hook broke the kiss, sliding the hook down the front of my blanket-dress, freeing my breasts to his gaze. I panted slightly, causing my breasts to quiver as Hook ran his hook down one breast, the cold iron causing my nipples to pucker. I undid Hook's belt, causing the sword to clatter to the floor.
Hook dropped his pants to his ankles, freeing his quickly hardening member. Hook lowered his left hand to the apex of my thighs, inserting a large, slender finger into my wet sheath, eliciting a small gasp from me. After thrusting his finger in and out, rubbing his thumb in circles around my clit; Hook withdrew his finger, wrapping his hand around his member, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance. I gripped his strong shoulders as he slid inside me slowly, stretching me to accommodate him. Before he could sheath himself fully in the addictive heat, he met with resistence and his stormy blue eyes met mine inquisitively. I nodded slowly at his silent question, worrying my bottom lip with my teeth, wanting more of him inside me. Hook drew back, until just the head of his member was inside me, then drove his hips forward, crashing through my hymen. As I cried out at the sharp pain, Hook swallowed the cry as his lips descended upon mine in a passionate kiss. Hook held himself inside me, letting me adjust to his size. I broke the kiss, panting softly, nodding, wrapping my legs around his hips. Hook nodded in understanding and began to move his hips causing soft gasps and moans to tumble from my lips. He began increasing the speed of his thrusts, his hips slapping against mine; the only other sounds were the continuous gasps, moans and pants that rose from my parted lips when Hook was not kissing me, his tongue mimicking his thrusts. His strong hand held my hip as he drove into me, his right arm pressed against my back, the hook safely away from me. I felt a tingling sensation begin at my center and spread throughout my entire body, every nerve feeling like it was on fire. "...ames..." I moaned, the pleasure overwhelming me to the point where I could not say his entire name. That being the only word said through our entire encounter, and being Hook's first name, caused him to go over the edge, stilling his hips as he was buried to the hilt inside me, shooting his seed deep, triggering my orgasm as I shouted his name, climaxing around him, squeezing him tightly. Hook groaned my name as I squeezed him, then pressed his mouth against mine, pouring all the emotions that charged through him into the kiss.
Coming down from my high, I felt my heartbeat slow as I leaned against Hook, my arms wrapped around his waist loosely. I panted softly, attempting to catch my breath, believing that I would never catch it. I leaned back, my dark eyes meeting his, a smile slowly growing across my features. Hook smiled softly, leaning forward to slide his mouth over mine in a sweet kiss. When he leaned back, I noticed the sheen of sweat across his upper chest. Looking down at myself, I noticed I was nearly as sweaty. I felt my eyelids droop as the adrenaline rush subsided, and Hook noticed, pulling out of me, his member slick with our mixed juices. I moaned softly, suddenly feeling so terribly empty, wanting him back inside me. Hook chuckled softly at my moan, taking me into his arms, kissing me soundly. Pulling me off the desk, Hook walked me over to the bed, sliding me under the covers, before walking around to his side of the bed, discarding the hook apparatus before joining me under the covers.
I turned on my side, facing away from Hook as he slid in beside me, his slick flesh pressing against mine, his left arm snaking over my waist, pressing himself as close to me as possible, his face buried in my hair, his left hand splayed across my abdomen possessively. I fell asleep, completely content to being in the arms of a pirate.