Hello! I've noticed that these chapters are a little short. I plan on making them longer later, but for now this will have to do. I'm thinking of making this fic really long or dividing it into to fics, one being pre curse the other being during and post curse.
Here Wendy shows off her pirate side. Yep, I decided not to make her the little innocent girl from the Disney movies. I decided to make her stubborn, tough, and have a little bit of Killian rub off on her later on, so the flirty attitude.
Some time went by and Killian soon replaced the hand with a hook attachment. He offered the prisoner Mr. Smee a chance to join the ship. The crew was to set sail to Neverland, a world unaffected by time. But the Captain soon grew sad and depressed over the loss of his beloved Milah. Much so that he began to weaken, isolating himself from his crew, drinking away. Wendy pities him though is not bothered by Milah's death. She never liked Milah. She never liked how the woman left her son and husband, but also hates how her Captain took her away. Now sixteen she has finally matured, understanding that everyone has a weak side. She watches in horror as the man known as Killian Jones slowly dies, hating herself for not stopping his demise. His crew begins to doubt his worth as a captain and show plenty of disrespect, and as he is never around them, they feel free to speak as they wish.
One night, whilst sailing through the portal through Neverland, the crew is drinking and playing games above deck. Wendy doesn't join them, though she has found rum to be bearable, she doesn't make it a habit to get drunk, especially with untrustworthy scallywags lurking about the ship. Instead she practices throwing sharp daggers at the mast, perfecting her aim and increasing her arm's strength. Once she throws the second dagger, she gets up to retrieve it and throw all over again. But as she gets up, she hears the unfriendly voice of Norris echoing throughout the ship. He is one of the more muscular pirates, with a tendency to be aggressive and get drunk. Wendy disliked him the moment she met this tall black haired brute.
"I swear," Norris says "Jones is as good as a dog would be to run this ship. He completely and utterly useless." The rest of the crew laughs, all but Wendy who is listening nearby. Tonight the Captain continues to be incognito, so there's no luck on him punishing the crewmate.
"Hey, show some respect. Consider yourself lucky to be on his ship."
"If this was his ship, then why is he not running her? In fact where is our so called Captain? I don't see him. He isn't here. And since he's not really here we might as well elect a new one. What say you boys? Shall we get rid of the dead weight calling himself our Captain?"
"Watch it dog." says Wendy standing up. "Or you'll be sorry."
"Oh look here boys, we got ourselves a feisty one. I forgot this wench fancied our one-handed Captain." Norris draws his sword and walks up to her. "You should watch it girl. You need to learn your place, because the one person who would save you will taste my blade, and then you'll have no choice but to do as I wish."
"You have no idea what I can do to you, do you?" Wendy warns, she has no idea what she is doing, but feels it is her duty to stand up for her Captain, her family.
"Well boys," Norris addresses the crew, with an evil grin on his face. "We know what will do with this one once Jones is dead." Then he turns back to Wendy and holds her face in his sweaty palm. "A pretty little thing like you needs to learn discipline."
The girl grabs his hand and twisted it, breaking the bones instantly. Norris screams in agony as he falls to his knees, and the rest of the crew look at the sixteen year old girl in the pale blue dress as if she was a monster. Wendy leans down next to Norris and whispers in his ear.
"A pretty little thing like me needs some rum."
She has no idea what she'd just done. In fact she doesn't even know where that came from. Yes, she had practiced dueling when no one was around, and she had been extremely vigilant when the crew fought. But Wendy Darling, the pirate, a fighter. Not even she can believe it. She looks down at her body. Her tattered blue dress is too small for her, not to mention a dress is not the best thing to wear when expecting an attack, and after what she pulled with Norris, she was pretty sure he'd come for blood next.
Sometime later Wendy stumbles upon Killian, as he drinks rum below deck. Seeing how wasted away and dead that he looks, she decides to push her luck even further and take action.
"Get up." she snaps as she yanks the bottle of rum from his hands. He looked up at her in disbelief.
"What are you wearing?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, as she is no longer in a pale blue gown but leather black pants with a matching leather corset and a blue pirate's blouse she manage to make out of her former dress. Her hands are covered in fingerless leather gloves that have laces going all the way up to her elbow. She draws a sword from the leather sheath strapped around her hips, and stepped forward, her boots cliquing against the wooden planks.
"Get up." She repeats, holding the sword up to his neck. She picks up his sword from the floor and tosses it to him. She can't stand seeing him like this and as no one sees her as the innocent little girl anymore, proving her strength to the Captain isn't the worst thing she can be doing. "Get up and fight."
"I'm not going to fight you." He laughs, placing the blade on the table. "Now be a good lass and give me back my rum." He reaches for it and she lets go of the bottle, letting it shatter on the floor. He moves Wendy's sword from his neck with his hook and gets up. "I'm still not fighting you." He says, little more serious this time.
"What? Scared that you'll be beaten by a girl." She says in a mocking tone.
"What do you expect to gain from this?"
"I expect for you to get up and fight like a man. Like a real pirate. Not sit here wasting away." Wendy says. "The crew's been talking. They've been saying that you're weak, that you're not fit to run your ship anymore. There have been rumors of mutiny"
"Well, thank you for bringing this to my attention." Killian says turning his back on her, but seeing as he didn't seem to care, she decides to approach the situation a little differently.
"All this for some woman?" Wendy says, she's pushing it and doesn't care. "You're going to sit here and lose your honor and title for a useless woman?" Killian stops in his tracks.
"Watch it girl." Jones warns, but Wendy continues. She's seen the future. She's seen him return to his former self. A pirate not afraid to fight for what he wants. She wants the best for him, she wants to help him as he did for her. After all, he's the closest thing to family that she's got.
"Milah got what she deserved. She abandoned her son and husband and ran away with a pirate of all people. She was cold hearted coward and she deserved to have her heart ripped from her chest and crushed into dust."
Wendy hit a nerve. Killian wastes no time to strike at her. But much to his and her surprise, she effortlessly blocks his sword and swings back.
"I see you've abandoned your damsel in distress act." Killian says, grinning. "You've become a hell of a pirate." He swipes at her and Wendy locks her blade with his.
"I learn from the best, brother." She says. It's not like she never considered him as a brother before. In fact, he even considered her to be like his younger sister.
"Good form lass." He says, charging at her again.
The two are in a duel. The clashing of the swords attracts the attention of the crew who watch as the two pirates now bring the fight above deck. Killian attacks her with full force, causing her to drop her sword, but she does not surrender. Instead she pulls herself up with the help of a rod attached to the mass and kicks the pirate in his stomach. By the time he catches his balance, she retrieves her sword, and they duel once again. But the captain grows tired of the child's game, and decides to end the duel once and for all. He hits her sword out his way and placed his sharp hook near her throat. The fight is over and Wendy knows it. They both breath heavily exasperated from the duel as she dropped her own sword and laughs, the captain as angry as ever.
"Welcome back Captain Hook." She says.
The captain lets go of her and looks towards his crew.
"Does anyone else dare to challenge me?" His hand is clenched tightly on the hilt of his sword. The crew, including Norris, stares at him not daring to speak and flee back to their stations seconds later. "I didn't think so."
So, I decided his moniker would come from Wendy. Need to tie her into Killian's past somehow. Review! :D
