Ahoy! – 'Hello'

Aye – 'Yes, definitely.'
Aye Aye – 'Of course, I'll do that now.'

Bilge – The dirtiest, smelliest and lowest part of a ship.
Bilge rat – A rat that lives in the dirtiest, smelliest and lowest part of a ship. This is not a nice name to call somebody.

Cat'o'nine tails – A whip made up of nine knotted ropes and used as punishment.
Convoy – A group of ships traveling together.
Crow's Nest – A lookout point at the top of the highest mast of a ship.
Cutlass – A curved sword, often used by sailors.

Davy Jones Locker – The bottom of the ocean.
Deck – The highest floor on a ship.
Deckhand – A person working on a ship, sometimes shortened to 'hand'.

Lad – Young man.
Land ahoy! – 'I see land.'
Lass – Young woman.
Leg Irons – Wide rings of metal that were attached to each other and fastened around prisoner's ankles.

Mast – The upright pole on a ship that the sails and ropes are attached to.
Mate or Matey – Friend

Poop cabin – A room built on the top deck of a ship, often the Captain's.

Quartermaster – The sailor second-in-charge to the Captain.

Ye – Used instead of 'you'.
Yer – Used instead of 'your'.

He had her in his arms, holding her in bride style, holding her close. I gave out a snarl.
"Pan! Give her the fuck back - now!" He just looked at me, grinned a childish grin and flew up.
"PAN!"
"Hope we meet again Hook! Soon! But don´t worry, I´ll take care of the lady in my arms!" He laughed. "C´mon boys!" And then he was gone.

And for the first time in a very long time, I felt utterly and compleatly helpless.

Isabella Pov.

My head was pounding. Bad. I groaned out loud and opened my eyes. Bad move. The headache exploded in my left temple and I fought the insinct of groaning out loud. My eyes met wood and fur - alot of fur. I wasn´t home, or on the ship I noticed. The memories flashed back to me. Being kidnapped. Saving Cedric. Hook and my moment. Me flying. The snow. A boy cutting loose the rope. Hook´s pleading. The bang. Everything becoming black.

Suddenly was the pouding in my head forgotten and I stood up, waiting for someone to attack me. The pounding became worse as the blood gushed to my head and my hand flew up to take away the pain. My hand met something I didn´t expect - bandage. Someone had wrapped it around my head to prevent my injury from - i think - earlier when my head hit something. What the hell? They kdnapped me - then bandaged me?

I took in the small... room.. and searched for the most important thing - my sword. If I was defensless then I was as good as dead. And If I was dead, Cedric would probably die. What if he was hurt and bled to death in this very second? What if he was being starved? What if he.. No. I couldn´t worry about him right now. If my panic grew and I was attacked, I would be dead in a few seconds.

As I stood there and took in it all, I heard them. The voices. Some were young, some were more mature. And guess what they was talking about? Yes correctly, me.
"Why can´t we go in there and just kill the bloody pirate?" said a lean voice, which had an accent that I didn´t recognize. I froze as a board creaked under my feet. I looked down and bit my lip at the sight of bloodied bandage. I waited for them to rush in an swing their swords through my body, ripping my flesh open with their daggers.
"She´s a girl Slightly! We can´t just kill a girl, pirate or not." A younger voice answered. Oh... Well.. I guess they won´t torture my body then.
"Exactly, she´s a pirate. She kills people. Therefore, we should kill her! Didn´t you see Hooks face when Peter took her? He was scared. He´s never scared. So she is defiently some important person. I bet she is a master at killing people!" Slightly said. Or.. they will torture me. I made a face at his voice. I didn´t like him very much right now. Why would I? He wants to kill me.

"We also have killed people Slightly so shut it. And she´s a girl." Another mature voice answered Slightly. I heard a snort.

"We kill bad people Tootles. She kills innocent, even if they´re girls."

"Yes, but remember the last time we tried to kill a girl? It didn´t end well." His voice was guilty. Must be mother they´re talking about.

"Yes I remember Tootles. But she wasn´t wearing pirates cloth! She wasn´t a pirate! I say we go into the bedroom and end this before she wakes up - she won´t feel a thing!" Woaw, he was really noble. Wanting to kill me - defenseless and all.

"She´s a girl Slightly! Pirate or not - we havn´t seen her ever before. We don´t know anything about her. What if she´s just an innocent gal?" Tootles said, defending me. I began to like this Tootles.

"For fucks sake Tootles! She wear pirate clothes! She´s a pirate! Let´s just go in there and kill her!" I heard a swords clang and became frozen in an instant. What if they came in here to finish me off? I was defenseless.. No swords. No lamps near me. Nothing could save me. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt my heartbeat beat grow faster as my panic grew. A voice stopped my inner tumoil.
"P- Peter... I- I.. I was just.." Slightly was afraid. Oh the lovely sound of a frightening voice. Wait.. Peter? As in Peter Pan? As in the guy who broke my mother´s heart and left her for death? Left her to deal with me on her own? I bit hard my lip to prevent a roar of anger to escape my throat. I felt the hint of blood in my mouth.

"Slightly. You know what the rules are. Girls will be unharmed in this land. Or do you need a reminder that the last girl that was here almost died when an arrow flew to the sky - just because you thought she was a dangerous creature. You assumed. So why are you doing the same mistake once again? Do you want a sword down your throat?" His voice was lean. Clear. Beautiful even. Not as I had thought it would. It was mature, not as childlike as my mother told me it would be. What else would be different in this world now from when mother was here?
"I- I know Peter. It´s... It´s just that she´s a pirate and.."
"And how do you know of this fact Slightly? And if this fact was true - what power do we have to decide what to do with her? To kill her nevertheless, huh?"
I began to quietly tip toe towards the entrance of this.. room. I knew that if I stepped out of this room, I would more likely get injured. And I wouldn´t be able to help Cedric injured. I would be more of a burden than anything else.

So a weapon was required until I found a real weapon. My eyes desperatly searched for something - just like a rock at least, or a hairbrush would even do! - but it was absolutely useless.

I found what I was searching for. A hairbrush. Not the best weapon, but useful enough.
I peeked out from the rag that seperated me from them and saw children. At least ten of them. All boys. From seven to maybe seventeen years? Huh. I didn´t know that this Peter was so accepting towards adults. I snickered in my mind. One of the older boys stood before me and I saw from where I peeked that his muscles were pretty big and he stood with a certain grace in front of me with his arms crossed. A dangerous opponent. He stood just not before me, but beside a bunch of swords. And there it was. My precious sword. Or Hooks sword.. I felt my own eyes become small.
A plan was quickly made in my mind and if I would succe - If - than I would maybe save Cedric of the ship this night. And if I failed to do this correctly then I would probably get tortured for answers. No pressure Bella, no pressure at all.

I raised the hairbrush - why did they have a hairbrush exactly? - and actually flew forward. My feet left the ground. The hairbrush would have hit the boy in the head. He would be moved out of the way. I would take two swords. And a boy. Threaten all of them to let me go or I would hurt the boy - which I wouldn´t of course. But they didn´t know taht of course. And then I would be safe and sound.
If only the familiar voice of Slightly hadn´t been heard my plan would have went successful.
"Watch out!"
The boy moved at the left at the same second my brush would have hit him and I landed on my feet beside the swords. Elegantly. Huh. This flying thing... I could get used to it.

A sword placed itself in my hands and I felt the weight take my hand down. Damn it was heavy! My eyes moved towards the big guy before me, and saw that his hand was up and he wasn´t approaching me. He just stood there with his hands raised, eyes on my sword. He was like a cop. My lips curled themselves into a small smirk when the thought hit me. When the guy before me talked, I became stunned...

"Lady, please lay down the weapon."

...because it was my very fathers. Well, i didn´t know that it was his voice, but I did know that I also had those eyes that he so carefully watched me with. Plus that his whole bloody face looked like mine. I had the cheekbones, the eyes, the jaw, the eyebrows... How in bloody hell could the people back home think I was Harrys?
I glared at him with cold eyes, instantly disliking him for looking like me. He looked even more shocked than me right now. I swallowed hard and said nothing.

"Please lady, you´re hurt. You need rest." A bigger boy (not older, just... bigger) said as he stepped forward. Tootles. He gave me a smile, which I did not return. I saw Pan give him a glare for interrupting.
"He´s right. You´re hurt. Please."
"Why should I trust you? You wanted to kill me two seconds ago mate." I smiled when I saw all of them flinch against the nickname, all except Pan.
"Oh no my lady. I did not want to hurt a hair on your head. I still don´t." My smile grew wider and I shook my head.
"You see, I don´t believe that. So why just not get out of my way-" i made a "shoo" thing with my hand "- and let me pass back to the ship. That would be really nice."
He smiled. "See boys?" he called. "She´s funny. Name one real pirate that´s funny."
"Jack Sparrow", flew out from my mouth. He pierced an eyebrow. Damnit.
"Who?"
"Noone. Hey, just let me get out of here and I´ll be out of your life, and we´ll be living hapily ever after." Pan gave a smirk before flying over to a big chair, hands on his knees.
"Now, why should I do that? You seems like you´re fun. And I just love fun." He was so.. annoying and snarky. I felt my anger rush and I took a step forward. All of the boys, except Pan, reacted by taking a step forward.
"Let me go Pan." I spit.

Slightly reacted. "How do you know that is Peter?"
"Arrogant body language, his know-it-all smirk. Only one boy I think can reach up to that." If Slightly wanted an answer, that sure wasn´t it.
I turned to Pan. He sat with one leg over the other in that familiar position that all the boys back home had when they sat, while his arms rested against the chairs - no, not chair, It was a bloody throne - arms with an amusing smile on his lips. "Now, let me go!"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Yes, why?"
Lie. "Because I want to go back to my brother!" Well, okay, it was true.
"Oh? You have a brother on that ship?" He sat up straight. "Knew that a gal like you didn´t volunterr to job as a pirate without a reason."
"Girl like me? What do you mean with that?! Girls can do as much as boys can, let me tell you that." He shuggred.
"Oh I don´t doubt that. You just seems like a girl that´s so... not me. I mean, I go on adventures, I sword-fight for it´s fun, I do things for it´s fun. You? It feels like you do things because you think you have to." I hated this boy before me. How he told me the truth. "Well... Oh, what´s your name again?"
"Isabella." I snarled. He hmméd.
"I´ve never heard that name from around here. Especially from the Rolly Joger. What was your brother´s name again?" I swallowed. Lie, lie, lie.

"James Hook."
I swear, their jaws dropped and I looked on as their eyes grew wider and harder until they were glowing with anger. Pan sat up staight, staring at me with a fire I had never seen before.
Whoops?
"You brother is Captain Hook?!"
"She´s the sister of the devil...!"
"She´s a codfish´s sister!"
"I told you! We should have killed her before!"
"How could this be? It´s impossible!"
"I´ve never heard something like this!"
"What shall we do?"
"I say- we kill her!"
"Yea- let´s kill her!"

I backed to the wall as the boys began to walk forward - to kill me of course - and I raised the sword in my hand. I felt my pulse quicken and my panic begin to get bigger. Pan stood up and bam. His sword flashed against mine. We were dancing and through everything I saw that he just tried to dominate me, not kill me. As the revelation that he didn´t try to kill me came to me, my anger exploded. He tried to dominate me. Bloody dominate me. The rage pumped in my veins and I - sadly - let it take over, causing me to loose focus on the fight. My sword flew out of my hands and I was placed against the wall, his sword against my throat. His other hand held me down. My breathing was raged and his was barerly. I spit at him and he didn´t even make a face. I heard "ooah":s from behind him.
His green eyes took me in. My mouth, my cheeks, my nose, my eyebrows then lastly my eyes. Sweat began to form as I began to suspect that he knew who I was. That is, until he smirked.
"Nah. You´re not Hook´s sister. He wouldn´t let his own sister fight like a fool. Plus, you look way better than what he does." Euw. But damn. My fighting skills was too bad for being Hook´s sister. Bloody great.

"Slightly, Tootles, bring the chains. " No, no, no. I looked around frantically, searching for an escape and found what I was looking for. A door. I looked around me once more and saw that over me was a branch. I took advantage of him being distracted and gripped the branch, and pulling up my feet to kick him. He fell slightly back, causing his sword not to threatning my life and I punched him straight on the mouth. Goddamnit that hurt. He landed at his back and I sprinted. I was close. So close. But a body jumped onto mine and with a bump we fell down to the floor.
I tried to kick, punch and bite the body but he was too strong, too good at what he was doing. We landed at a position where he laid onto me, holding my arms and body down with his body weight, pressing against me. I began instantly struggle against him but it had no effect. He effectivly turned me so that I laid on my stomache, he still holding me. Darn him. He gripped my arms and cool metal was placed on my arms and around my hands. It was like a bucket of metal around them, preventing me from taking any weapon. Clever. The cool metal soothed the throbbing fist that I noticed now, hurt.
He stood up, bringing me up with him.

I snarled. "Get off me!"
He let go, smirking. But he instead gripped the chains.

"Slightly, good work." Slightly?! I glared at this so called Slightly and huffed when he smirked. I changed my glance to look at Pan, who had a dark red spot on the corner of his mouth. Victory. I hid a smirk and sneered.
"Well, you have what you want now. Me, chained up, like a cow. What are you gonna do now, oh prince? Torture me? Kill me?"
He chuckled. "Nope. I just want to know you Isabella. You fight incredible hard for a woman who was chained to a pirate ship. Why? We´re so much fun."
My eyebrow raised. "Have you ever thought that maybe you are boring as shit?"
He laughed out loud and made a move to Slightly to get going. He yanked the chains and walked into the "room" where I first had been, of course, taking me with him. He put the chains so that the only place I could move to was the bed and well, the bed. I sat, angry at them. Pan sat down in front of me and smiled. He put his face in his hands as he looked at me.

"So, miss Isabella, why are you in Neverland?"
"So, mr Pan, why are you asking?" He didn´t even react.
"Just curious. And don´t worry. I sent the boys away, so that you can talk freely. This will stay between us two." I huffed. "C´mon Isabella. Answer me." I gave him a dirty look. "Why is women so difficult?"
My response was quick. "Was Wendy difficult?"
His eyes snapped to mine and his voice was full of venom.
"How do you know of Wendy?"

Smee´s Pov.

"I want her back Smee!"

The captain pulled the dresser over in rage and made his cabin even more destroyed. He had ripped every furniture now and I fear I would be next, but yet I couldn´t make my self walk out. My captain needed me, and I would stay even if I made sure of my certain death. I ducked as a lamp flew towards my head, crashing behind me. I had never under my long years seen my captain like this. Even when Pan cut his hand of, nor when he was back from the crocodile. Aye, I´ve seen him raged and mad but this was a close line to crazy. The reason behind it was even more confusing. A lass was the reason for his madness. I had seen him with her. How he carefully took care for her and even though he tried to hide it, I could see the carefulness but also the possessiveness in his eyes when he looked at her. I do believe my captain was fond of the lass before he even had spoken with her, as he threatned William that if he touched her he would cut up him himself. My captain even packed for the lass and said to us to put her in a comfy room, while he put the lad in the brig.
When the lass escaped my captain´s head quarters he was furious and believe it or not, he was worried. And when the lass showed her spirit the captain began to fancy her fire, I belive. Call me an old fool, but I do believe my captain fancy the lass. Her strength and curage make him impressed. He even threatned Cecco, one of his best men, all because of her. And that he tear up his cabin just because of her just make my point a little obvious.

My captain roared again before he looked at me.
"Make the men ready Smee."
I furrowed my eye brows. "For what captain?"
He looked darkly at me and sneered. "To bring her back. I´m not going to let Pan win this. Get going, you filty bilge rat." My eyes became big. He only called me that when he was really mad. I quickly scurried away from his cabin and to deck. I spotted Starkey at the rudder and flew towards him.
"Quartermaster!"
"Yes Mr. Smee?"
"The capt´n wants you to make the men ready for a search."
"So he wants the lass back huh?" He had an amused glint in his eyes. "Will do." He turned towards the men. "Boys!" Everything became quiet and they all looked at him, even the new lad. "Our beloved Captain wants to have the lass back. After all, Pan did take something that wasn´t his to take. We´ll go on shore and find her. Anyone who say anything less will be killed on spot. Make eveything ready for going to shore." Everybody stood still and Starkey sighed. "What are you standing here for? Get moving you rats!"

I hope for our sakes that this lass will be found soon. ´For else we would get cutted up pretty badly.

Ahoy! What do you guys think, mates? Good, aye? Review please! Thank you for reading! Next chapter will be when Hook step on Neverland and the indians come into the picture. Thank you my lovelies!