Wendy awoke as the sun began to drop. Her leg no longer hurt and she was completely alone. Carefully she stood up terrified she'd fall over again. When she didn't crumble she walked to the door. After going through another one she was on the deck. She didn't know what to do or where to go. All she wanted was to get off the ship.

Her eyes buzzed from corner to corner until she found the row boat. Rushing to it, she was on the main deck. After a minute of thought she loosened the ropes so the boat would slide in gently. The sun was falling rapidly and she had little time to lower it enough to scramble in. Wendy had it at eye level when large hands gripped her shoulders.

The man turned her and put her against the boat to see who she was. He was bald with tattoos and green eyes. Wendy already saw the fangs making her shiver. Just by looks he was stronger and bigger than her.

"Where you going pretty lady?" His voice was thick and his eyes bore into her.

"I want off, now let go of me." The man didn't even move when Hook arrived placing his hook on the guy's shoulder. He pulled slightly until the guy moved away.

"Go get me a warm cup and cold water for the lady." The captain was stern and the man scurried away letting Hook lift his actual hand. "Come with me Wendy it's time to talk." Wendy took it just feeling grateful for not being scared any more.

He took her back into his cabin but sat her at the desk with a map. Hook stood across from her watching her eye the map. Wendy noticed how similar it was to the one Peter gave her. She bit her lip trying to think of where it had landed.

"Ms. Wendy where does Peter live? I can return you home once you are done." His smile was soft and his words dripped with a devious plan.

"I have no clue and that's the truth. I was only there one day." James sighed and moved closer to her. She sat far back in her seat. Her whole back was pressed tightly to the wood.

"If we walked the island could you point it out?" Pondering his question, Wendy shook her head. Again the captain sighed and inched closer. "You are making this more difficult than need be." She tried apologizing but his hook lifted her chin. Her eyes were forced to look into his.

"I'm very sorry I am so clueless. Send me back and I'll find it." His head shook and lowered.

"You are on the Jolly Roger and I am its Captain. All humans are fed upon. If you cannot point me in the right direction by the time our drinks return your blood will disappear." Wendy nodded and Hook backed away. Her eyes fell on the map and she landed a finger in the middle. If she remembered correctly, that's where Peter lived.

The Captain smiled at her just as the door opened. Wendy was relieved when she was handed water. She drank heavily before setting an empty glass down. Hook had also finished. His grin dripped into her eyes. "You can become a pirate if you wish."

"No, I am a mother to the Lost Girls. Take me back and don't harm Peter." The man chuckled and left her there briefly. He gathered the crew and set up the row boat before Wendy was allowed to come out.

Once on land she walked along side Hook. Her head held high, as she fought tears. He was practically glowing with happiness until they saw a house made of leaves. Opening the door, he shouted to the frightened girl. Quickly she explained what it was. Something inside Hook made him understand that she didn't know the island. He gave her a day to report back before he would come take her away.

Wendy was so happy but she opted to spend the night in the house instead of searching in the dark. Half the men turned around and began to walk. Hook opened her door allowing Wendy to go inside. The lantern in his hand was attached to the ceiling so she could see. He glanced at the ground and then her. With half a smile he shed his coat and wrapped it around her. With a gentle tug of the coat he pulled her in and placed a small kiss on her forehead. It was light enough but the sensation lasted and the coldness sunk in.

"Good night Wendy, may your dreams be sweet as you." His whisper faded as he left. Her scent was in his nose and he'd never forget her smell of lilacs and happiness.

Wendy stood motionless for awhile. She set the coat down and just laid on it. Somehow it was warm and very soft. Her eyes drooped too easily and she passed out far too quickly. After her day she needed it. In the morning she would find Peter and all would be right in the world.