Katherine

When I finally woke it was pitch black. I blindly felt around and my hands told me that I was in some sort of cage. My knees where pressed against my chest and I barely had room to move. My shoulder felt like it had been lit on fire. It' infected. It has to be. There is no way it isn't infected.

"Pan will want to see her as soon as possible."

I jumped at the sound of the voice. It was a deep voice that drew each word out, or he talked almost as if he were bored.

Pan? Who is that? How long have I been unconscious? What do these people want with me and why would they feel the need to lock me in a cage with a covering on it so I couldn't see when I awoke? My head whirled with questions that would remain unanswered.

"Felix, check this out!" This second voice sounded farther way. I heard feet scuffling away form me, then several other sets of feet walked around my cage. I could hear the first voice, Felix, grumbling. The next thing I knew People were screaming and whooping. The sound of swords clashing together filled my ears. I pressed my face to the cage wall, trying desperately to see what was happening. Something then ran, full force, into my cage. I was thrown backwards and the cage started to tilt. I was repeatedly thrown into the sides of the cage. My head snapped back ad collided with it, hard. It wasn't long after when I lost conscience once more.

"No one is to touch her until I speak with her. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Captain."

I groaned and struggled to sit upright, which was a mistake. I felt flustered and sweaty, like I get when I am running a fever. Bile launched up my throat and came out of my mouth like a volcano. I swiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Good morning to you too." The captain looked at the present I had left him with disgust. He had messy black hair and a small mustache and beard. His eyes were as blue as the ocean. "I'm Captain Hook." He returned his attention away from the pile of vomit and looked at me.

"I'm Katherine." My voice was hoarse and my throat was dry. I didn't need to say anything more before Hook handed me a cup of water. I looked at him appreciatively and drank the water in large gulps. He waited patiently for me to finish, "Where am I?"

He looked off to his side, struggling with where he should begin. "It's a bit of a long story, mate. Maybe you should clean up a bit first 'cause let's be honest, you're a bloody mess." I felt my mouth turn up at the corners a bit when he said this.

"Fair enough." I stumbled to my feet and looked at my surroundings. I was in a cave. Men were carrying crates in and out of the cave's entrance.

"Here," Hook tossed a bundle of clothes into my hands, "I can take you aboard the Jolly Roger, you can wash up in the captain's quarters."

I didn't argue. I followed Hook out of the cave and to the seashore. As he walked on ahead of me I noticed he wore a black shirt with a long black coat over it. An earing dangled from his ear. I looked at the deep shoe prints his boots left behind as he walked. Then, I saw he only had one hand. In place of where his other hand should've been, there was a hook. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to it, but I stopped myself from asking about it.

When we got insight of his massive ship, there was no mistaken who these people were. They were pirates. I had heard of the pirates and what they did. The people of the villages I had visited often talked of the pirates sailing in and taking anything they wanted from the homes of the citizens. In a way, I wasn't much different from a pirate. I took things of value just like they did. Only thing was that I did it in a sneaky way, whereas they do it in a boasting pompous way. Still, just as no one can trust me, no one can trust a pirate.

I followed Hook onto the boat. He opened up a door and motioned me in. I closed the door behind me and examined the room. It wasn't anything too fancy. Maps and other tools for sailing covered the tables. I stripped out of my white dress that was now a shade of brown. My body was caked with mud and dried blood. A small bucket of water sat on a table. I found a small cloth and dipped it into the water. I dabbed my skin with the cloth, wincing whenever I touched a tender stop of flesh. I looked at my shoulder and saw that it had already been taken care of. The pirates must've cleaned the wound. A white cloth was tied around my shoulder, a small knot keeping it secured. I stared into a mirror that hung on the wall. Bruises covered my face, legs, arms, stomach.

I winced as I slid the large, black button up shirt on. I tucked the long shirt into my tight fit trousers. Luckily I had work my black boots with my white dress to Sebastian's house, so I put those back on, tucking my pant legs into them as well. I ran my hands through my long dark hair in an attempt to flatten it down. I touched the tender bruise on the side of my cheek. With a sigh I turned and walked back out onto the deck.

In hearing me, Hook turned around. He smiled mockingly at me, "My apologies for not having clothes that fit you better. I took those from the smallest crew member, but they are still a few sizes too big." He motioned his head at my loose shirt. He honestly did seem sorry, though, which I found a bit odd.

"What, you didn't gather me cloths before you sent that dark shadow thing to kidnap me?"

"I didn't send that shadow. I merely saved you from the person that did send it, however." Hook was no longer smiling. He motioned for me to take a seat at the table in the captain's quarters. "But you say the Pan's Shadow brought you here?"

A chill went down my spine thinking of the Shadow with glowing eyes. The Shadow had saved me from falling after I had leapt from the window of Sebastian's house. Sebastian. I had almost forgotten his bargain with my father. Anger boiled up inside of me as I thought, How could my father give me away? How could he sell me to Sebastian, of all people? My father can't go on without me. He needed me to bring in money while he performed. He must've had a plan to take me back form Sebastian. He wouldn't have left me with that demon. But now I've soiled his plan. How could he find me here? He will find me. He will take me home again.

"Where is here, exactly." I looked down and twiddled my thumbs.

"You're in Neverland, mate." I felt the temperature drop drastically in the cabin as he said "Neverland".

"How can I get off of Neverland then?" I leaned forward in anticipation.

"It depends on if you really are what Pan thinks you are."

Pan. His name kept coming up. He seemed to be the person everyone answered to, and if I wasn't mistaken I saw a glimpse of fear in Hook's eyes when he spoke of him.

"Well, if he thinks I'm a punk kid who has a gift at swiping money from the pockets of the innocent, then he is dead right. That's what I am. That is all that I am." My tone suggested that I wasn't messing around. "Who even is Pan? He can't be that bad, right?"

Hook looked nervous, "Pan is the most evil being to ever exist. He is incapable of loving anybody or anything. He will do anything to get what he wants." His voice got eerily quiet, "He plays with people's minds. He convinces them that he is their friend. He has brought you here, and has no intention of letting you leave."

"But why me, of all people?"

Hook sighed deeply and leaned forward, "He has been watching you. He is convinced that you posses the magic needed to save the island."

I shook my head in disbelief, "That's impossible. I don't have any magic."

"That's what I was afraid of." His deep blue eyes filled with sadness, making my heart ache. This man's looks and the way he acted strongly reminded me of my father and it hurt me to see him disappointed, especially in me. "You see, mate, the only way off of this bloody island is if Pan allows it."

I flopped back in my chair. "Then there is no hope of me escaping if he plans on keeping me here forever." Tears stung the back of my eyes as I thought of living here for the rest of my life without ever seeing my father again. Still better than living with Sebastian, I thought.

"Not quite," Hook piped up. "If you are what Pan thinks, if you do posses this powerful magic, then there is a chance of leaving. There is a chance you can get us all off of the island."

I would do anything to go back home to my father. "What do I have to do? If I agree to get you all out of Neverland, what do I need to do?"

"First you need to figure out if you actually have magic."

My heart sunk. Of course I don't have magic. The only magic I can do are the tricks I learned from my father. I would never leave Neverland. I will never see Papa again, I thought. Even if he came looking for me, he would never be able to find me. Then a spark of hope lit inside me. I thought back to when I had jumped from the window. I had hovered in the air for that short while. My head whipped up from looking at the ground, "Once. I have only been able to use magic once before. I used it to hover for a split second. I thought I had imagined floating in the air just before Pan's Shadow caught me, but I couldn't have imagined it. I had to have flown. I used magic!" I jumped out of my chair, unable to contain my excitement.

Hook looked doubtful, "Even if you had magic, you don't know how to control it well. There is only one person who could teach you, and that is Pan."

Hook's lack of excitement and confidence in me made rage boil up inside of me. "Then I will go with him," I said confidently. "I will run away from here, and I have no doubt that the 'All-Powerful-Pan' will find me. I will gain his trust. He can teach me how to use my magic, then I will run back here and we will sail away on the Jolly Roger." I swiped my hand across the sky, imagining what my plan would look like in action.

"That could work, but it is a small chance."

"Well it is your only chance." I was pointing my finger at his nose, my cheeks flushed with anger. "Like it or not, I am your only chance off of this island.

Hook looked pleased that I was so sure of myself and offered me a crooked smile, "Very well. Tomorrow morning you are to run away with Pan." He stood and towered over me, "But I must warn you still yet. He make look innocent, but he's a bloody demon."

I thought back to the other demon I knew: Sebastian. "It won't be my first encounter with a demon. I can handle it." I finally relaxed and stepped away from Hook, nodding as I said, "Then we agree, tomorrow the game begins." I was filled with the same exhilaration I get before going out to pickpocket at my father's shows. There was something exciting about going out to deceive people. I gave a wicked smile and my tone turned cold and dangerous, "Let's play."

I will never forget the worried look on Hook's face as he discovered after I said those two words, that I myself was just another demon in disguise.

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