Chapter 3

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She didn't know how long she had been waiting in the cabin she had awoken in for the captain to return. First, Belle had pounded noisily against the oaken door, screaming for Hook to return – but the pirate didn't come back. She shouted and yelled as she gave free rein to her rages until her voice turned hoarse and her fists hurt from pounding them against the heavy door – but she then finally had to realize that Hook wouldn't simply bend to her will. He apparently had her exactly where he wanted her and things would only change the moment he wanted them to change. Until then, Belle was prisoner once again – a pirate's prisoner at that.

The realization brought tears of anger and frustration to her eyes, and Belle threw herself onto the bed, crying bitterly into the soft white sheets. She cried because she was angry with Hook for leaving her here, she cried because she was angry with her father and herself for both not having been more careful during the ball and the pirate's attack. And she cried because she pitied herself for being once again a mere pawn in a chess game she had apparently no influence on. But exactly that piece of thought made Belle suddenly stop her bitter sobs. Scenes might shift, actors might change – and yet, she was still the same. No one would decide her fate but her – not her father, not Rumpelstiltskin, not Gaston and most definitely not a smug, sorry prince-charming version of a pirate. No matter how handsome he was – and that he was, as much Belle had to admit. But she dispelled the thought as quickly as it had occurred, shaking her head vehemently. If Hook had thought that he had captured a poor and helpless princess, he would soon find out that Belle wouldn't answer his expectation.

Belle dried the salty tears on her face determinedly with the back of her hand and stood up from the bed, looking around. Her blue eyes roamed the spacious room she was kept imprisoned, which was – without a doubt – Hook's cabin.

The captain's quarters.

It truly looked like she had imagined it from one of her books she had read about pirates. The wooden walls were painted of a dark red color, and a large, squared window at the other end of the room offered a magnificent view of the glistering blue sea and shiny horizon outside. A heavy table with several maps, books and a golden compass lying on top of it was standing not far away from it, and Belle slowly moved closer.

The young princess took one of those books into her hand and flipped through the somewhat yellowed pages – partly out of instinct as she loved books, and partly because she was hoping to learn more about the man who had locked her up in his private cabin. Her brows furrowed as she browsed. It was a book full of stories about dragons, griffins, mermaids and hippocamps – in short: a list of all kinds of mythical and legendary creatures on earth, the seas or above, as well as the magic they held within.

Belle slowly shook her head. Whatever she had expected to find in this book, she had never thought Hook to be a fan of magical and legendary creatures.

She placed the book back onto the table and took another. This time, it was one about plants and hydrophytes called "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi"

A golden feather was placed between two pages, bookmarking one specific chapter.

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"Venomous Shadow-Rose" Belle read.

The Venomous Shadow-Rose is a red, spiky, toothsome plant with mobile vines that try to grab living prey. Venomous Shadow-Rose expels venom from its shoots, and its spikes are deadly. Its bite is highly poisonous and can prove fatal. Does a magical being come in contact with the plant's poison, it will lose its power temporarily or forever– depending on the level of magic the being possesses. The plants juices can be used for the creation of several potions, and drinking it is always lethal. During the first Ogre War of the South, it was used as a deadly weapon to defeat the ancient magical ogre armies. Since then, the plant is extremely rare and almost impossible to be found.

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A slight shiver ran down Belle's spine as she snapped the book shut. She had read much about magical herbs and plants in general, but never had she heard about a plant as dangerous and as deadly as this one. She shook her head slowly and bit her lower lip. The question was: why did Hook have an interest in a weapon such as that.

The rattling sound from the door made her jump and she quickly placed the book back onto the wooden desk, her eyes firmly fixed on the door. For the slightest of seconds, she inwardly debated to give into her first instinct and use the open door to run – but on second thought: where should she go to? She knew from the look out of the large window that the ship was already on the high sea – and even if she managed to overpower Hook – which was more than unlikely to happen – she would still have to deal with the herd of pirates who would probably been waiting for her on deck. And Belle was not stupid enough to think that she would have even the slightest chance to escape.

So instead of making a desperate run for freedom, the young princess stayed in place, holding her chin high and awaiting to hear what Hook had in store for her.

But when the door opened, it wasn't the captain who entered. She took in a sharp stream of air when two men came in. One was short and stocky, wearing a red wool cap that covered almost his entire head, the other huge and muscular with a fresh scar on his cheek.

Belle's eyes widened in shock and she took one step away from them as she recognized the taller one. It was the man she had encountered in her chambers at her father's castle – the one who had tried to do unspeakable things to her, who had brought her here. Smith, as Hook had called him earlier.

He was staring at her with dark eyes that reflected a mixture of both desire and hatred, and for the slightest of seconds, Belle wondered where the glimpse of hatred had come from.

"Now now." he addressed her with his growling voice as the other locked the door behind them. "Isn't it a pleasure to see you again, little bird?"

Belle swallowed hard and pressed lips firmly together, her eyes roaming the room desperately for something sharp to defend herself.

Smith was just about to move closer, the strange gleam in his eyes and the lecherous smile never faltering, when the other suddenly made him stop.

"That's close enough, Smith." The other said shakily, and Belle's heart froze as she realized from the tone in his trembling voice that the pirate with the red cap would be most definitely no help if Smith tried to attack her. "Remember what the Captain said."

A dark look appeared on the pirate's face and the smile vanished, but despite Belle's fears, he immediately halted – even though the beauty simply knew that he was actually inwardly debating whether or not to simply continue his advances.

The other pirate was now standing right next to Smith, giving Belle a reassuring smile.

"There's no need to be afraid of us, Miss Belle." he tried to soothe. "As long as you are under the captain's protection, no one will dare to lay a finger on you."

Belle noticed the heated, dark flash that quickly appeared behind Smith's eyes, and could see the tensing of his arm muscles, but he didn't say anything.

The short pirate turned towards him and gave him pointed look.

"Isn't that right, Smith?" he asked with raised brows like a teacher who scolded his students, and Belle wondered what exactly gave the pirate with the red cap the sudden confidence to talk to the taller one like that.

It was either bravery or infinite stupidity.

"Aye." Smith all but growled through clenched teeth, his burning eyes never leaving hers.

"Wonderful." the other man cheered, and gave Belle a broad smile.

Stupidity, Belle thought. Infinite stupidity.

Contrary to the short pirate, Belle knew that there was nothing genuine behind Smith's affirmation – but whatever it was that held him in place, she was rather confident that it would last as long as they were in this room.

She therefore took in a deep breath and raised her chin defiantly, trying to muster as much self-esteem as possible.

"Does Hook send you?" Belle asked as she looked between the two pirates in front of her.

"Aye." Smith answered with a dangerously low voice that sent another wave of shivers through Belle's entire body. "You'll be dining with the Captain."

He then lifted his arm and held up a revealing dress of a dark blue color Belle hadn't noticed before.

"And he requests you wear this." the shorter pirate added before Smith could, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

Belle eyed the dress in Smith's hand with wide open eyes. It was beautiful – no doubt about that. It was of a rich blue color and probably floor-length, but it was still more revealing than anything she had ever owned before as it was a neck holder top with a pretty low neckline and bare back. There was no way she would ever wear something inappropriate such as that.

"Well…" Belle answered as soon as she was able to overcome her initial state of shook and raised her blue eyes to stare at the two pirates with a determined shimmer in her eyes and voice. "You may tell the Captain that I am disinclined to acquiesce to his request."

"That means no." Belle clarified after some more moments and crossed her arms before her chest sulkily.

There was a long beat of silence stretching between them before Smith let out a low, dark chuckle that caught Belle off-guard.

"I was hoping you'd say that little bird." he sneered, and Belle's confidence faltered as she stared into his dark eyes.

"You see…" he continued and started slowly to approach her. "Hook said that you'd say that. And he also said, if that be the case, you'll be dining with the crew."

He was now standing right in front of her, the scandalous dress still in his huge hands, smiling down at her.

"And you'll be naked." he almost purred and showed a row of rotten and golden teeth that made Belle's stomach churn.

A shocked gasp escaped Belle's lips as she heard that, and within the split of a second she made her choice.

She quickly wrenched the dress from the pirate's grasp and glared daggers at him, trying to show Smith exactly how much she hated him.

A look of disappointed fury appeared on the pirate's face as he returned her gaze.

"Fine." he growled, and Belle's confidence faltered once again as she realized just how close the brute was standing.

But before the look of insecurity and fear could reach her face, the other pirate came to her rescue.

"The captain will be more than pleased, Miss Belle." he chuckled, seemingly not noticing the atmosphere of danger and threat that was hanging in the air.

"Come on, Smith." He then addressed the other pirate. "There's much more work for you to do on deck."

Smith narrowed his eyes at the princess in front of him, his lips twitching slightly upwards as he addressed her one last time that day.

"He cannot always protect you, princess." he whispered so that only Belle was able to hear him. "I pirate keeps what he's stolen."

And with those words, he followed the other pirate out of the cabin, leaving a shaky Belle back behind.

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Hook was sitting at the large table of the ship's dining room, his ringed fingers tapping impatiently on the wooden surface.

Waiting.

Mr. Juba had already lit several candles so that the room was filled with enough light that Hook would be able to appreciate the sight he was planning to enjoy throughout the evening.

The ship's captain watched as Smee repeatedly entered with several plates filled with steaming pork and fish, with delicious fruits and vegetables from far off lands, placing them in front of the captain on the table.

"Where is she?" Hook finally growled as he shifted his dark gaze away from the steaming food in front of him to look at his first mate.

Smee polished one of the plates with the fabric of his shirt and shrugged his shoulders at Hook.

"She'll be here soon." He assured. "I'm sure she's still making herself look pretty, captain. Vanity is a woman's favorite sin, they say."

Hook stroked his beard with his good hand and shook his head.

"So they say." he reluctantly agreed.

He stood up and walked towards the large window, looking outside, and trying to suppress the urge to storm out of the room to fetch the girl himself. The pirate didn't know why he was so incredibly impatient that evening. After all, this princess was not the first one who would accompany him to dinner. And honestly, why should she even dare to refuse his invitation. No woman ever had.

Oh he knew how his looks and charm worked with women. They were wax in his hands if he wanted them to – and even if he hadn't meant to charm them.

This princess would be no exception.

He had to admit that the young beauty had crossed his mind more than once since they had shared the dance during her father's ball, and even more often since Smith had brought her on deck of Hook's ship. Oh he knew exactly what got Smith to simply take the princess with him – even if it had meant to disobey the captain's order. She was a beauty beyond compare, with wavy brown hair as soft as silk and curves that seemed to be merely made for a man's pleasure.

And those eyes… Hook had to suppress the deep groan that was threatening to escape his throat as his mind flashed back to those blue diamonds that had been sparkling back at him. Since he had first seen them barely 24 hours ago, they had been filled with joy, with suspicion, with fright and with stubborn defiance – and the captain hadn't decided yet which emotion he liked best.

The smile on his face broadened. He was fairly certain that the best look was yet to come.

Sure, he had ordered his crew not to touch the beauty, mainly because this horde of pirates was neither skilled nor considerate enough to treat a lady of her class right – let alone were they worthy enough.

The captain, however, saw himself as a different kind of man. He knew how to treat women, how to make them fall for him. He offered them anything their heart desired – expect for love of course.

There was only one woman who had a firm hold on his heart. And the love he had felt in his heart had died with her and was now drowned in the depth of the Northern Ocean.

Just like Milah.

No, love was not what he was looking for.

But that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy a woman's company.

And this woman, this princess, intrigued him.

He was a pirate after all, and he was only too eager to get to know her in every way he might see fit.

The door opened with a creaking sound and Hook turned around to look at the entrance.

A mischievous smirk formed on his lips as he spotted the beauty in the door.

A dark look was covering her beautiful features as she glared back at the pirate, but Hook didn't mind. He knew that the dress was more revealing than anything else the princess had ever possessed before, but he couldn't deny the hint of pleased admiration that was forming in his mind and heart as he noticed with how much dignity and grandeur the princess was wearing it.

"Princess." Hook finally greeted and moved elegantly to stand right in front of her. "I'm pleased that you could make it."

He gave her a mischievous wink as he took her hand and placed a polite kiss on it.

"And what a lovely choice of wardrobe." he added with a smirk as his eyes followed the low neckline that showed off more of the creamy skin that he had ever had the pleasure to see of her before. "Truly a fetching sight, indeed."

The beauty's shiny blue eyes were several shades darker as she continued to glare back at him, and Hook knew how much self-control she had to muster not to jump right out at him.

"I didn't really have a choice, now, did I Captain?" she pointed out with an icy voice.

Hook let out a low chuckle and shook his head slightly.

"Please correct me if I'm wrong, love." he replied with a sly smile on his lips. "But as far as I know, you indeed had a choice how to spend tonight's dinner."

The beauty's nostrils flared at that and she narrowed her eyes.

"A choice between the devil and the deep blue sea." she hissed between clenched teeth, and her eyes were now practically burning with fury.

Hook shook his head slightly, the charming smile on his lips never faltering.

"I'm sorry you see it that way, love." he mock-pouted. "I hope the delicacies I've ordered for us for tonight's dinner will change your mind then."

He gently took her hand and his and led her to a chair nearby.

"It was not the food I was worried about." Belle replied with raised brows as she sat down at the table.

Hook took the place across from her and smiled brightly at her.

"You are my guest, love." he clarified with a smooth voice as he leant heavily against the rest. "Guests don't have to be afraid of their hosts."

He lifted his good hand, signaling Smee to step out of the rooms shadows and to fill the goblets of wine on the table.

Belle immediately recognized the short pirate from earlier, and followed him as he filled her glass with a reassuring smile on his lips.

"I believe you've already met Mr. Smee?" Hook asked and Belle nodded her silent response. "He's the ship's first mate. Rest assured that you can always approach him whenever you have a problem during your stay onboard of my ship."

He leant a little bit closer and threw another shiny smile at her.

"Unless I'm around, of course." he added with a wink.

Belle's gaze moved between the captain and his first mate until she finally settled her gaze on the first mate.

"Thank you." she said and nodded with the tiniest of smiles toying around her lips.

Hook furrowed his brows as he watched her. The tiny smile she was giving the other man should be aimed at the ship's captain, not Smee. After all, it was him who offered her shelter and safety, not his first mate.

"You're very welcome, love." Hook replied nonetheless, covering the tiny hint of anger with one of his most charming smiles.

The young woman moved her gaze away from Smee and looked back at the captain, the small smile on her face vanishing immediately as she stared at him with distant, cold eyes.

Hook sighed inwardly. He started to realize that this princess was just as stubborn as beautiful and that it would take him a lot more than one or two of his charming smiles to make her fall for him.

But being the pirate that he was, a challenge would make things only more interesting, and he was only too eager to accomplish that one.

He dismissed Smee then, telling him to wait in front of the door in case they'd need him once again. But in this very moments, he wanted to be alone with the beauty in front of him.

During dinner, Hook used all of his flirty behavioral and language repertoire to break the wall of stubborn resistance the beauty had built up around her. He knew that she was not as unaffected by his charms as she pretended to be. After all, he had seen and felt it as they had danced at her father's ball and when he had suddenly kissed her. Sure, she had been rather surprised when his lips had suddenly found hers, but Hook knew that she had given in to the kiss for the slightest of moment, that she had enjoyed it nonetheless.

She just needed time.

But Hook had to admit that it was getting more and more frustrating. No matter what he told her, no matter in what way he looked at her and what compliment he made, the beauty wouldn't give in. She was just staring at him with narrowed eyes, her brows firmly furrowed, and her lips a constant thin line.

He was just about to tell her once again how stunningly beautiful she looked in that dress when the princess finally interrupted him with a long sigh.

"Tell me Captain…" she said with raised brows. "What exactly is it that you want?"

Her voice and look was determined and challenging at the same time, and for the slightest of moments, Hook was surprised that none of his efforts had apparently worked with that particular princess.

But he instead flashed another of his charming smiles at her and shook his head slightly.

"I believe I've already told you, love." he answered.

The princess stared at him with cocked head.

"You didn't." she disagreed sternly. "You told me that my abduction was… how did you say that? … an unfortunate misunderstanding."

The smile across his face vanished.

"Aye." he confirmed lowly. "That it was."

The brunette nodded before she continued.

"And we've agreed on the fact that my father won't be able to pay ransom, so my stay onboard of your ship won't benefit you."

Hook offered her a sly smile.

"Well that remains to be seen." he chuckled lowly, and for the briefest of moments, he noticed how the brave façade on the girl's face faltered a little.

She surprised him, however, when she let out a contemptuous and rather unladylike snort.

"You can stop that, you know?" she replied while shaking her head. "No matter what you say or do, it won't work."

Surprised, Hook lifted both brows.

"And what, pray tell, do you mean by that, love?" he asked.

The princess narrowed her eyes as she stared right back at him.

"I'm too smart to be seduced by you." she simply said matter-of-factly, and Hook knew immediately that she had a point there. "So you can put that idea right out of your mind, Captain Hook."

Hook let out an amused, short laugh.

"You're not the first who pretends to be unaffected by my charms, love." he replied with a wink. "But experience tells its own tale. I always win their hearts in the end."

"Well then I'm afraid you're fighting a lost cause with me, Captain." The beauty replied, and a somewhat triumphant smile was toying around her lips. "You can't win a heart that already belongs to someone else."

Hook let out another dark chuckle and traced the rim of his goblet, shaking his head.

"It wouldn't be the first time I hear that line, love." he retorted in a clearly amused voice.

He then lifted his gaze to look at the woman opposite from him from under his dark lashes.

"Makes things only more interesting." he all but purred seductively.

He noticed with a hint of satisfaction how the beauty's cheeks flushed a little, either from arousal or fury – or a combination of both, he didn't know - and Hook found it more and more amusing to watch her regain her composure over again.

But there was another feeling that had started to cloud his mind and heart the moment she had mentioned the man who possessed her heart. The image of her fiancé appeared before his mind's eye, and a hint of fury was starting to reach is heart.

"Excuse me, love…" he therefore said with raised brows, eying the beauty closely. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I have to admit that I didn't get the impression that you were too fond of your fiancé at the ball."

Hook watched with interest as the look on her face darkened a little and she let out a cheerless laugh.

"It's an interesting thing that everyone seems to notice except for him, isn't it?" she said darkly, actually more to herself than to Hook.

"Ah…" Hook said with a tiny smirk. "So you gave your heart to someone entirely else. How…." he paused there, swirling his hook gracefully through the air. "… romantic."

Belle's eyes furrowed even further as she detected the hint of sarcasm that was resonating heavy in the pirate's voice.

"Who is it, I wonder…" Hook continued, smiling mischievously at the princess.

"A stable boy, perhaps?" he guessed amused, watching the woman's reaction closely. "No? A brave soldier who would fight any battle for the beautiful princess then?"

Belle took in a deep breath, trying to calm her enraged and fluttering heart.

After some more moments, she therefore offered the pirate a cheerless smile, and shook her head.

"Guess as much as you want, Captain Hook." she stated firmly. "It won't change the fact that I won't be looking for love onboard of your ship."

"So I begin to see." Hook agreed, stroking his three-day-old beard with his good hand.

"Then I assume that's the part where you are begging me to bring you back to your mysterious lover so that the two of you can live happily ever after?" Hook continued with a sigh, a slight hint of taunting coloring his words.

Belle let out a contemptuous laugh and shook her head.

"Hardly." she muttered.

Hook arched one of his brows, unable to not let see the irritation the word that has escaped Belle's mouth had made him to feel.

"You don't?" he simply had to ask.

As he watched the beauty across from the table, he didn't fail to notice the slight change in her body language. The initial confidence seemed to have faltered a little as the princess was now staring firmly onto the table in front of her, her lips pressed to a thin line.

"But you said…" he began, but was immediately interrupted by her sharp voice.

"What I said…" the beauty continued and looked up to look him straight into his eyes. "… is that my heart belongs to someone else. No more, no less."

Hook stared at her for some more moments of tensed silence. He knew the dark expression on her face only too well.

She was hurting – suffering from a broken heart. And he knew that there was much more to tell, but that Belle was not yet willing to share her tale.

Somehow, he felt sorry for her, and for the first time that evening, seducing the beauty seemed no longer be as tempting as only minutes before.

"Then what is it that you want?" he finally asked with a softness in his voice that surprised not only Belle, but himself as well.

Hook didn't know where the words had come from, but amazingly enough, he found himself genuinely interested.

Belle cocked her head, choosing her words wisely.

"Freedom." she answered after some more moments of silence.

An appreciative smile toyed around the corners of Hook's lip.

"Clever answer." he admitted lowly, more to himself than to the princess.

There was another beat of silence between them as his gaze followed the movement of his index finger that traced the rim of his wine goblet.

"So you no longer want to go back to your father's castle?" he finally asked, sounding a little bit confused.

Belle hesitated for a moment, but eventually shook her head no.

"I don't." she admitted softly.

"Why."

Belle stood up from her chair and moved towards the large window, staring out at the glistering dark sea.

"Because the only things that await me there are a life of a dull little princess at court, a loveless marriage to a brute who will make my life a living hell, and a lifetime of courtesies and superficialities."

She paused a moment, leaning one hand softly against the cool glass of the window.

"There must be more than that." she added quietly, her eyes looking longingly out into an unknown future she so desperately wanted.

Hook stared at her thoughtfully. He had encountered many women, many princesses in his life, but never had he met someone like her. She was different from the others – and at some point, she reminded him of the one woman who had died so many years ago. A woman who, too, had yearned for more in life, who had desperately tried to escape the one she had led until they'd met.

But, then again, maybe this princess was just a romantic fool, bored by an uneventful life at court, not knowing what life outside a castle really meant.

He silently stood up and moved closer towards her until he was standing right behind her. Hook saw as the beauty's body tensed at his presence, but she didn't turn around.

"An unknown future can be quite a foolish and frightening thing to yearn for." he whispered, his warm breath tickling the skin of her neck. "Are you sure you are ready for that, princess?"

She reluctantly turned around to face him. She was staring up at him with her dazzling blue eyes that made Hook feel dizzy for the slightest of moments.

"Sometimes…" she began, her voice barely a whisper. "… the future changes quickly and completely, and we are left with only the choice of what to do next. We can choose to be afraid of it, to stand there trembling and not moving, assuming the worst that can happen. Or we step forward into the unknown and assume it will be a big adventure. I for one, Captain Hook, prefer choosing the latter."

A smile was forming on the captain's lips as he listened to her genuine explanation.

"Aye." he agreed lowly as he stared down into those diamond-like, glistering eyes. "A wise choice indeed, love."

Belle noticed the strange gleam that was forming behind the captain's eyes, and hope was starting to bloom in her heart.

"So you will set me free as soon as we've reached the next port then?" she asked, a genuine smile now carved into her beautiful features.

Hook stared at her for some more moments of silence.

"No." was his answer as he flashed his pearly teeth brightly at her when he suddenly turned around, walking away from her.

"No?" Belle gasped, the smile completely gone from her face.

That had not been the answer she had been looking for.

But Hook simply let out a low chuckle and opened the door.

"Mr. Smee." he addressed the short pirate who was still waiting outside the cabin. "Would you please show our guest to her room?"

Confused, Belle shook her head as Smee entered.

"If you think for a second that I will spend the night with you in your chambers then…" she began heatedly, the flush already forming on her cheeks.

But she choked on the threat when Hook interrupted her with another of his low chuckles.

"Please don't think me stupid enough to assume you'd be quite that easy, love." he laughed as he turned around to offer her a cheeky grin.

"Mr. Smee will show you to your own cabin, princess." he then explained with a smirk. "It'll be yours as long as you'll stay onboard of my ship."

Belle's eyes widened as she stared at him with utter confusion plainly written across her face.

"Unless you prefer sleeping with the crew, that is." Hook added and raised his brows at her.

He let out a long sigh when Belle's expression didn't change.

"You want a change in life, don't you love?" the captain finally.

"Yes, but I thought…" she began, but the words faded away when she met Hook's amused gaze.

"I'm offering you something far better than seeking adventure all alone." he explained smiling brightly at her.

He leant heavily against the wooden wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"A chance to join my crew." he added after some more moments of silence, offering her another cheeky grin.

Belle's eyes widened in shocked disbelief.

"Are you asking me to become a pirate?" she gasped, shaking her head.

Hook let out a hearty laugh.

"Let's call it 'piratess on trial'." he chuckled. "But yes, I think you'd become rather helpful."

He then turned around so that Belle was staring at his back.

"You've the night to consider my offer." he said.

With these words, he lifted his hook, signaling Smee to show her out.

Belle was just about to retort something, when the ship's first mate grabbed her arm and tried to pull her rather softly out of the dining room.

"Come one, Miss Belle." he whispered as he led her out. "You should get some sleep."

Belle cast one last glance at Hook, but his back was the only thing she could see as the door closed behind them.