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He stared out the tall window that overlooked the endless horizon of blue and teal. Small puffy white clouds were scattered across the sky, reflected in the crystal waters. He tapped his foot impatiently, making his polished black boots clack noisily on the wooden floor. The reflection in the window mirrored a long, surly face bordered by shoulder length black hair, cruel eyes and a thin mustache that twisted up at the ends: the face of Captain Hook.

"There must be way!" He thought aloud. "A weakness I haven't seen."

Hook turned away from the window to begin pacing around his cabin. "That tree house is impenetrable! That damn tree. If I could just find his weakness! He's eluded me for too long,"

"Ah Cap'ain, keep your chin up. Peter Pan can't escape you much longer. All you need is a little time to relax an-"

"And who is this girl?" Hook continued as if he never heard Smee. "How did she manage to get to our beach? She wasn't even with Peter, and she certainly is not an Indian. How did she get to Neverland then…"

Hook sighed in exasperation, falling into his large chair behind his desk. A map of Neverland was sprawled out on his desk, indicating where everything was including the Tree house. He stared at it for a few seconds before suddenly slamming his hook into the table, lodging itself in the center of the Tree house, as he yelled,

"There must be a way to get Peter from the inside, into his mind, into his heart!"

As soon as the words left his mouth a cruel smile twisted across Hook's face. His eyes glittered maliciously, as he wrenched his hook out of the table and threw his head back with laughter.

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The ship creaked against the winds outside. The walls were moist from leaking water, and smelled of mildew. There was no lighting in the brig, except from the small cracks in the floorboards above. Deep muffled voices filtered into the brig from the deck. From the sounds of it, the pirates were celebrating.

The door to the brig creaked open, allowing light to flood in. The grey jail cells seemed to groan in complaint at the disturbance in the darkness. Two men walked down the stairs into the brig, the leader holding a lantern. They traveled slowly, the second (shorter of the two) mumbling under his breath as they walked. The man holding the lantern stopped at the last cell and lifted up the lantern to shine light into the darkness.

"What do we have here?" said the one holding the lantern. "A prisoner?"

He smiled widely, making his thin mustache to turn up. "What is your name my dear?"

He waited patiently, keeping the smile on his face. He lifted the lantern a little higher, making the light fill the entire cell. His smile faded a little when no response came.

"That is a shame. I suppose there's nothing else left to do but throw her over board-"

"Wait!"

The smile flickered back onto his face. "Yes, my dear?"

"My name's Tobi,"

The man bowed as the shorter man reached out, unlocking the cell door and opening it. There was no need for an introduction. I knew exactly who he was.

"I am Captain James Hook," he says.

Hook reaches out with his non-hook hand (the hook currently holding the lantern). I look at his hand briefly, before turning my glare up to him. I wasn't so stupid to know he wasn't welcoming me with open arms. Hook's smile didn't falter.

"No?"

I take a deep breath and hawk the biggest ball of spit I can onto his shiny boots. Ha! Take that!

Hook's smile fades slightly. I notice his eyes flash briefly to his hook, but he quickly composes himself and puts on the fake smile again. I frown and cross my arms.

"Why don't you come out? Surely you don't want to spend a night starving in this cold jail when you can be warm and enjoying a feast?"

As he said this the delicious smell of meat wafted into the brig. I can feel my stomach cringe and growl so loudly there's no mistake Hook heard it too. I bite my bottom lip and try to ignore it. But of course, my stomach and nose are working against me. My stomach growls so loudly I have to look away from Hook. If I looked at that smirk anymore I might smack him.

"I'm not hungry," I mumble.

I can hear Hook snicker while my stomach argues. It wasn't going to give up with out a fight. Unfortunately, a fresh wave of delicious aroma drifted in, making me cringe.

"Are you sure?"

I look up to see Hook's hand just a few feet away. I bite my bottom lip hungrily, but my stomach was starting to win my argument. I quickly glance up to Hook and the man I'm guessing as Smee, both watching me intensely.

No, no! Tobi, this is such a bad idea! … But then again if you don't go you'll die from starvation. So... either way, I'm going to die… Well, to hell with it. I'll die happy with a stomach filled with food.

I reach out and take his hand, which quickly grasps mine and pulls me to my feet. His hands are large and rough from calluses. I grimace from the pain in my foot. As soon as I stepped out of the cell Smee draped a thick wool blanket over my shoulder, and says,

"There you go, m'lady! Nice and warm for you."

Hook gently places his hand on my back and allows me to lead the way up the stairs onto the deck. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the sudden change in light. Once I can see my mouth falls open. I must be delusional. Every pirate was smiling at me, and not in the creepy-rapist way. Hook encourages me along with a small nudge.

I start to hobble forward towards the Captains quarters, carefully watching the pirates. Not one made a move. As I passed they would bow and nod and smile and say things like, "My Lady," and, "Miss," and wait a minute! What the Hell happened to the pirates that abducted me off the beach! Not them too!

Hook pushes me forward, up the stairs to his quarters, which was difficult with my bum foot. Smee opens the door for me and bows as I pass him.

Again my jaw drops in surprise. In the middle of the room was a large table covered by the most extravagant feast I'd ever seen. There were three different roasts, gold platters brimming with baked potatoes, scones, and fruits of every color. The smell was unbelievable. It was like my nose was having an orgasm, and my stomach was having a seizure from anticipation.

Hook pulls out a chair at the head of the table, and says, "Miss Tobi,"

I quickly hurry over and sit down. I was about to drown in my own saliva. Hook takes a seat at the other end of the table, and watches me. I reach out for the closest thing near me, which happened to be a large roll. It was buttered and soft, and smelled oh-so delicious. I lift it up to my mouth but stop when I notice Hook sitting rigidly in his chair.

I slowly lower the roll, and stare at him. He raises an eyebrow quizzically.

"Something wrong, my lady?"

I glance at the roll then back to him. "Just one." I say. "You aren't eating."

Hook doesn't reply, but smiles. Crap… there's no way I was going to eat if he wasn't.

I break the roll in two and toss one half to him. Hook catches it with quick reflexes, his eyes never breaking away from me.

"I'm not eating a thing until I see you eat." I say.

To my surprise Hook smiles.

"Smart girl," he says. "You know not to be so trusting."

He takes a bite of the roll and swallows. I wait a few seconds to make sure he wasn't about to keel over dead before taking a bite of the roll. It was just as delicious as I'd imagined.

I quickly begin filling my plate with what ever I can get my hands on. It didn't take long for it to be overloaded. Hook picked at the food, but hardly ate. He just watched me as I stuffed as much as possible into my mouth. And no… I didn't care about choking. The food was amazingly more delicious than the food at the Tree house.

"How is the food?" Hook asks.

"Deli'ous!" I say through a mouthful of food.

That didn't seem to bother Hook. He kept smiling. "You must have been quite famished."

"Oh I was! I hadn't eaten all day."

"Oh, is that so? Surely you could have found some fruit in the jungle to eat."

I swallow a large chunk of bread and shake my head. "I don't know anything about this jungle. I don't the difference between what's good and poisonous."

"Well nothing here is poisonous."

"Oh," I shove another handful of meat in my mouth, not really caring at this point how to find food in the jungle.

Hook, however, seemed very interested in what I had to say. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table.

"You aren't from Neverland, are you?" He asks.

I shake my head. What kind of question is that? I thought it was obvious.

"How did you get onto our beach then?"

I reach out and grab my goblet filled with honeymilk and drink slowly, giving me time to think without seeming rude. Why would Hook be so interested? It definitely can't be because he wants to make a new friend. I glance up to him and sigh inwardly. No, definitely not that. Did Peter ever mention something?

I rack my mind trying to think, and came to the night before, when Peter pointed out all the landmarks to me. What had he said then?

I splutter into my cup, trying not to choke. The words had come back like a very hard fist in the stomach. They might try to make you they're mother. He couldn't have been serious!

I wipe my mouth and look up to Hook who was staring at me with concern. This was no way to treat a prisoner! More like you'd treat a mother… he couldn't be serious! That was so wrong on so many levels!

"Are you all right?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," I cough out, waving away a handkerchief Smee was trying to shove at me. "What did you ask again?"

"How did you come to our beach?"

Oh yeah… that.

"I got… lost," I admitted. Surely there's no harm in telling him that.

Hook raised his eyebrows curiously. "Lost? Well my, my that is not acceptable! I'm appalled Peter left you alone in the forest!"

He must have been able to see the shock in my face, because he started laughing. It wasn't warm, but more like a cruel laugh he was trying to pass off as happy and fun. It didn't work.

"I merely assumed, my dear, you arrived here by our Peter Pan. He's infamous for bringing visitors."

I relaxed slightly. He didn't seem mad…yet. I reached for a radish and nibbled on it nervously.

"So has Peter brought you on vacation?"

I look away guiltily. Was it safe to tell him I didn't agree to falling out of a plane? Well… it didn't hurt Peter in any way.

"Um, no… not really."

Hook leans in excitedly. "No?"

"Peter sort of saved me. I was flying over the Atlantic and the plane kinda… crashed."

"I see," He half whispered. "So you must be anxious to go home, knowing your family will be worried about you."

"Oh very much!" I sigh. Pirate or not it was nice to talk to an adult who understood falling out of a plane isn't something to shrug about.

"Am I assuming correctly that Pan will be taking you soon?"

"I…uh," I had no idea what to say to that. Peter never mentioned taking me home. Until this moment that possibility didn't seem possible. Now that he said it I felt like an idiot for not thinking it. It was so obvious!

"No?" Hook mused. "I can't imagine why."

I frown and sit back in my chair. Suddenly I wasn't so hungry anymore. Hook chuckles and stands up.

"If you would like, we can take you."

My head snaps up. "What? Really?"

Hook walks up next to me and gently places his hand on my shoulder. He nods once, and says, "If you want to leave, we can take you. It's not just to be stuck on this island."

He nodded again and walked out of the cabin with Smee at his heels. It takes me a few moments to realize how tense I'd become; my back was rigid, my jaw clenched, and his hands gripping the arm wrests so hard my knuckles were white. I slowly exhale and slump against the chair.

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He jumped through a window and bounced off a tree branch, soaring twenty feet into the air. Below him boys were running frantically around, grabbing their favorite weapons, and quickly putting on their battle armor.

Peter weaved through the thick branches, landing on the ground with a soft thud. Most of the Lost Boys were ready and waiting as they stood at the base of the Tree house. Peter did a quick head count. Almost twenty. There were just a few missing. The stragglers ran to join the group, starring excitedly at Peter.

Without having to say anything Bear, Nibs, and Slightly take a few steps ahead of the group. They take their places at either side of Peter, their painted faces daring the others to say something.

"Remember to wait for the signal," Peter says to the others. "We'll fly ahead and when it's time we'll crow."

The Lost Boys nod excitedly. Peter crouches and bounds up in one fluid motion. Bear, Nibs and Slightly were right at his heel, swinging across the tree's like monkey's. Peter stopped at a tall Oak and climbed to the top. The ship was in view.

Bear, Nibs and Slightly pull themselves up next to Peter, staring at the ship with the same stoic look. Peter was the only one who seemed worried. He could feel his heart pounding harder than it normally did in an adventure. His breathing, too, seemed to not be working right. What was wrong with him?

"I don't see her," Bear whispers.

Peter glances over to Bear who was crouching rigidly on a branch, ready to pounce. Peter looked to the ship and tried to focus, but his mind kept drifting back to Tobi. Her lovely face scared and hurt, her long golden hair covered in her own blood, and fat tears falling from her sparkling blue eyes, down her rosy cheeks.

"Peter!" Nibs hissed. "Are you listening?"

Peter shook his head. "Yeah, yeah. What?"

Nibs pointed to the ship. Hook was leaving his quarters, up to the wheel, but no Tobi. Peter's heart sank. Where could she be?

"What are your orders?" said Slightly.

Peter had to choke back the urge to punch Slightly off the branch. It was his fault Tobi was even in trouble. He bit his tongue to shut himself up, and said.

"Let's move closer."

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I push open the thick door and hobble onto deck. The pirates watch me carefully, making sure not to get too close, but keeping the same forced smile plastered on. I try to ignore them and walk up to the top deck where Hook was standing near the wheel. He was staring at the endless ocean, his hands carefully folded behind him. I hold my breath nervously.

"Can you really take me home?"

Hook doesn't seem surprised to hear me. He half glances over his shoulder and nods.

I bite my bottom lip in thought. There had to be a catch. "Why?" I finally ask.

Hook turns around to look at me, his face serious and contemplative. "No one deserves to be stuck on this island."

This was the second time he said that.

"You're stuck," It wasn't a question.

Hook simply nods. "There is magic here that binds us here which we can not undo. It is a curse, and one I'd never sentence to another."

He truly seemed depressed. My heart winced slightly for him, but just slightly. It still didn't change the fact he could kill me. Hook turns away to stare into the ocean again. I walk up beside him and stare, too. It was mind numbingly beautiful. I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

Hook places a hand on my shoulder. "Do you want to leave?"

"Yes,"

"How badly?"

"Like you wouldn't believe,"

Hook moves to stand behind me, his grip on my shoulder tightening slightly. "If you want to go home, I would like a small token of payment. I scratch your back, you scratch mine, essentially."

I stare blankly into the ocean, watching the sun create little rainbows sparkle off the water. My throat tightens.

"What do I have to do?"

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A/n: Hope you enjoyed. And on a total SPAM note, I've made a new story for all you Vampire lovers, called The Dead Declassified. Check it out. Thanks again for reading. :D