Author's Note: We will learn how Hook lost his hand in this chapter. Tried to put my own twist on it but it will be a bit similar to other stories interpretations. P.S. Whoever keeps reviewing I just wanted to say that I love you.

Hook couldn't recall how long he stood outside Wendy's door until he pushed himself towards his own cabin. Slowly he opened the door and stepped inside. His abode was covered in darkness. He refrained from lighting a lamp and moved towards the window, one of his favorite places to gather his rampant thoughts. This was the same spot where he had devised his plan oh so long ago. He stared at the crashing waves illuminated by the moonlight, he had failed to tell Wendy of her new duties. You falter whenever it comes to her. She makes you weak. A look of irritation took residence on his face as he thought about how Wendy had only been here one day and had managed to throw him off course already. Yet could he blame himself, it was Wendy Darling after all, the once courageous lively girl now turned woman.

Hook allowed himself to think about how good she felt in his arms when they had danced. He needed a drink, or five. While he was moving towards a bottle of rum Mr. Smee entered the room.

"Oh Cap'n foolish me I forgot to check your cabin, don't worry I'll just light a few candles." Smee tittered.

The Captain stopped him with an upheld hand. "No need Mr. Smee I will not be in need of further illumination." He said speaking with an emotionless voice, his mind swirling around the thought of Wendy.

"She's sorry Smee." He breathed finally confessing the events of dinner.

"She? As in Miss Wendy Cap'n? Why whatever could she b—" Smee left his statement unfinished as the answer dawned upon him. Smee just stood there processing the information as he did not know what to do concerning the Captain.

"She's sorry for me, why? Surely I do not deserve to cause one such as her guilt." He said downing his third glass of rum. Smee knew the Captain was speaking aloud to no one in particular so he started busying himself with rearraigning trinkets until he was finished.

"I was a villain to her, I still am a villain to her. After all I did kidnap her from her home. Maybe this is part of her plan to trick me into a false security and then she'll strike." He said slurring. Smee was astonished that the Captain had now finished the bottle and was holding out his hand for another.

"Cap'n I know it is not my place but maybe you have had enough for tonight." He said while handing him the second bottle.

Now reclining lazily in his high back chair the Captain answered, "you are right Smee it most certainly is not your place." He ripped the bottle from Smee's hands and popped the cork.

"Smee in the morning I want you to wake Miss Darling and explain to her what her role aboard will include as I managed to get sidetracked during dinner." He grumbled. Even with a whole bottle of rum the only thing indicating the Captains drunken state was how slow he spoke, his vocabulary never faltering.

"Why of course Cap'n, now hows about we get ya ready for bed?" He inquired. The Captain allowed Smee to help remove his outer garments, before taking off the contraption fastened to his right arm. With a quizzical gaze the Captain regarded his right forearm, like he had never noticed the absence of his hand. She thinks you are a monster. She isn't really sorry for what she did, she's sorry for you. The only thing she feels for you is pity.

With surprising swiftness the Captain threw the empty rum bottle against the wall, shattering it. Smee jumped at the sound but was unaffected by the obvious mood change in the Captain. As he went about cleaning up the glass he wondered if Miss Wendy had anything to do with the Captain's thoughts. When he had finished he turned towards the Captain.

"Is there anything else you require Cap'n" He said softly as to not startle the Captain, with a dismissive wave of the Captain's hand he exited the cabin.

Hook stared in the dark at the place where his hand used to be. You can never be a whole man again that brat not only took your hand, but he dammed your soul. He wondered what Wendy thought of his deformity. Did she even know the truth in how it was taken from him? How he had changed since then, anger filled his chest at the thought. Finishing off the second bottle of rum he somehow made it to his bed without stumbling. She will never care for you, only Peter, so just go ahead and use her. Remember with a Wendy you can win. With those familiar thoughts coming back to their resting place Hook let the darkness descend.

Wendy woke to a light knocking on her door, donning the robe she found last night she opened the door just a crack and then all the way when she saw her visitor.

"Good morning Miss Wendy, I hope you slept well." Mr. Smee said as he walked into her room carrying a wrapped bundle.

"I slept very well Mr. Smee all things considered." Wendy responded, secretly surprised that she wasn't punished with a headache after consuming so much wine at dinner.

Mr. Smee laid the bundle on a small desk in the corner of Wendy's room, "The Cap'n said that I was to instruct you on your duties aboard the ship. He also said that for some of the tasks a dress would only hinder you, so he had another suit of clothes fashioned for you to wear."

"How generous of him." Wendy bit out now very annoyed and angry at realizing she would be here for quite a while longer. Mr. Smee chuckled knowingly at Wendy's tone of voice.

"The Cap'n has lived a hard life Miss Wendy, maybe you should try to cut him some slack." Mr. Smee said trying to open Miss Wendy's mind.

He then continued speaking "anyways I'm a blabbering, so your duties will be as follows: you will rise at dawn to assist the Cap'n as he prepares for the day, you will be responsible for cleaning his cabin, you will attend to any mending of the sails or the Cap'ns clothes, and any special requests the Cap'n makes of ya." Mr. Smee said this all very lightly but without room for change.

Wendy trying to process this information spoke, "Why Mr. Smee what will you do?"

"Oh Miss Wendy I assure you I will still have a full plate with you on board." He laughed at her concern over his position.

Wendy wondering if she could gather information about the Captain asked Mr. Smee, "Do you know how much longer I will be aboard Mr. Smee?" She said trying to sound as if she didn't care.

Mr. Smee started to exit turning around towards Wendy and said, "I might be old Miss Wendy but me mind is still sharp as a tack. You will not be getting one word outta me, and I do suggest you make haste and report to the Cap'ns cabin. Good day." Smee said leaving her once again frustrated.

Wendy not wanting to seem like a compliant hostage looked around the room for a means of escape, like you haven't looked a hundred times already. She glanced at the porthole which she knew would have allowed her girlish frame to pass through, but she was a grown woman now. Grumbling to herself she made her way to the bundle Mr. Smee had left on the desk swiftly unwrapping it.

Wendy's eyes grew wide at the clothes laid before her. Inside the bundle was a silken red shirt with tapered sleeves, and black breeches with small strings to tighten the waist. Wendy marveled at how inappropriate the clothes would have been in London society. Moving the clothes aside she saw that another surprise awaited, beneath the clothes laid a pair of tall leather boots. With this new attire she would blend right in with the crew, although her outfit did resemble the Captain's regular apparel.

Seeing no other option and wanting to be free of her room Wendy dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. The clothes suited her and allowed for varied motions. She looked at her now booted feet and smiled, how practical. These are gifts from your kidnapper and a pirate, why are you smiling? With her conscience filling her head she dropped her smile and reported to the Captain's cabin.

Wendy knocked on the door and after hearing nothing repeated her actions, she was met with silence once again. Going against her better judgement she opened the door to gradually step into the dark cabin. Wendy closed the door which effectively cut off her light source, seeing the sun emerge from under thick velvet drapes she walked to the window.

With an ungentle yank she pulled the drapes open. She turned quickly as she heard noises of protests coming from the bed, and laying there half naked was the Captain. Wendy blushed, other than her brothers and once her father Wendy had never been exposed to an undressed man. She cleared her throat waiting for the Captain to notice her all the while she took in the contours of his back, riddled with muscles. She also took in the Captain's wild head of hair, his curls seemed to have grown during the night. Wendy ignored the fond emotions filling her heart at the sight of him still half asleep.

The Captain said something along the lines of "shut the damn drapes," but his voice was muffled by pillows. He should have known that two bottles of rum would haunt him in the morning. Rolling over he grabbed a flask from the dresser and took a long drink.

Wendy having enough of being ignored cleared her throat again, which earned her an agitated look from the Captain.

"Oh why excuse me, Miss Darling, would you care for some?" The Captain said while holding out his flask. At the sight of Wendy's upturned nose he finished the flask. Letting himself steal a look at her new clothes, at least now she looked like a proper pirate, he thought.

The Captain stood and it was the first time that Wendy realized that he was not donning his hook. Her eyes were fixed on the smooth forearm missing his right hand, she had expected it to be scarred and yet was surprised to note that the cut was rather clean. Very clean for losing it in a sword fight, she thought.

Hook noticing Wendy's eyes stepped forward and said, "please Miss Darling pray tell if my disfigurement causes you to be ill, as I will readily hide it." Venom and pain laced the Captain's words. He moved towards the large table where his hook had been displaced last night. He grabbed his hook and stubbornly started fixating it to his shoulder without needed assistance. Wendy watching him struggle cautiously stepped forward and helped fasten the strap around him, trying not to let her wandering fingers lose themselves in the study of his back.

Hook acknowledging Wendy spoke again, "I never would have needed this if your precious Peter had just behaved himself." He spoke simply.

Wendy not wanting to hear the Captain lie about Peter rebutted, "perhaps if you had been a better swordsman…" Wendy never finished her statement.

At hearing the beginning of her sentence that Captain could not control the rage that filled him, he harshly grabbed Wendy's arm and pulled her into his chest. He leaned down so that his face was almost touching hers, he knew red was seeping into his irises.

"You think that I lost my hand to that brat in a sword fight! How trusting you must be in Pan to believe his lies! Oh no Miss Darling had I lost it in a sword fight I would admit fault, but the truth that your precious Peter failed to tell you was that he stole my hand. I had no knowledge of the boy when I landed here but as my men and I would soon figure out Peter Pan is a selfish demon with no morals." He growled.

Not letting Wendy question him he continued, "imagine Miss Darling that after a woe some battle with mermaids you give your crew a much needed shore leave, only to stay behind and man the ship yourself. One minute you are in the crow's nest watching the sky and the next you are screaming in confused agony, as you watch a flying boy dangle your hand out of reach." Hook said with contempt, his grip tightening on Wendy's arm to the point of pain, yet Wendy did not dare pull away.

"He almost killed me twice that day, once from bleeding out and the other from trying to climb down to the deck with only one hand. He then threw my hand into the sea where the beast devoured it, had it not been for Smee insisting he stay aboard too I most assuredly would have perished." Hook said with a hint of terrible fear in his angry voice.

For a moment Wendy was too shocked to speak but that moment didn't last long as she then said, "you're lying."

Her outcry did not shock the Captain, he was expecting this. He would now tear away all of the childish innocence she harbored for Peter. "Oh Miss Darling I can give you my word that I have never lied to you, withheld the truth yes but blatantly lied, never. Why I'm not your precious Peter, if I remember correctly didn't he say that he would come back for you?" He remarked, watching her face fall.

"I see that my memories have not faltered, and that all of your's were lies from the beginning. How does it feel to grow up Miss Darling?" He spat, finally releasing her.

Wendy took a step back; her head began to hurt. She thought about what the Captain had just told her and she knew in her heart, as much as she didn't want to believe it, that it was the truth. She remained immobile as the Captain finished dressing.

Her heart started to hammer as Hook started walking towards her again, he stood right in front of her. For a moment Wendy thought he would kiss her but she was wrong for the second time that day as he snatched his hat from the table behind her, then with a mocking bow swiftly left the cabin, slamming the door.