The Jolly Roger
Wendy lay upon the bed of her captor or was it her hero? She couldn't rightfully tell, she was too busy staring at his long black curls of hair that caressed down his well toned body. The sight of his scars didn't not repulse her but merely intrigued her; growing up he was her villain the man who had captured her and her brothers but now here she was with him not as a victim but his equal. His lover.
He glanced at her and asked "What is my little Red Handed Jill staring at?" as he ever so gently caressed her face with his left hand.
She smiled at his delicate touch and placed her right hand upon his solitary hand.

"I was wondering how did you ever escape the crocodile?"

"His face dropped; it was a memory he had wished to forget.
She then changed her question.
"How about you tell me about before Neverland?"
"Before?"
"Yes, when you came to the ball you were addressed as Captain James Dewinter"
He kissed her soft brow and sat up against the head of the bed.
"Come sit here" he said with his mutilated arm in between his strong thighs; Wendy very quickly complied and sat with her back against his chest. He moved her hair to one side and gently whispered his tale of Captain James Dewinter.
"I was born in England; during the reign of Charles the first. My mother was a very well known lady of court known as Lady Clarisse; she was beautiful. She had curly fair hair that touched her shoulders and her eyes where as blue as the Spanish sea. Growing up I knew nothing about my father who he was; all I knew was I was some how related to somebody in the royal family. When I was seven I was told my mother had gone across to France to help aide the king with a matter regarding King Louis XIII at the time I was upset by her departure. The King; Charles that is had ordered that I spend the rest of my time devoted to education. I did as the king ordered me. Their was one day when I was playing with the King's son Charles II he was three years older than I. The king had gone away to Spain. The Duke of Buckingham was in charge of mine and the princes well being. On one particular day whilst me and the prince where out of the castle we had decided to go into city and dress as common people so people couldn't recognise us. The prince felt so alive; he was freed from the dull boring lifestyle. We walked around the market and the prince was hungry so we stole some apples off one of the market stalls. The market owner saw and we ran. We jumped over the hay barrels climbed over the fence into the woods. The Prince then started to lose his breathe and fell to the floor, so did the apples . The man from the stall eventually caught up with us; he pulled out a small dagger and went to slice the Prince but I was quicker. I pulled out my sword which I had taken from one of the kings guards when had been asleep supposedly watching us. I plunged my sword straight in the mans heart. The Prince watched in horror he was scared when he saw my eyes turn crimson. Their was a man who had watched the entire scene; he was tall shoulder length blonde hair with light green eyes. He wore a blue uniform I instantly recognised the uniform. He was a musketeer. He took the sword out of my hands ordered that I wash my hands in the near by stream. The man allowed himself to be arrested for a crime he didn't commit. Eventually the King released the man; it turned out he had been sent to spy on the man from the market. The apple seller was ordered by somebody else to send a basket of poisonous apples to both the King of France and the King of England. The king however was greatly concerned about my eyes changing colour at the sight of a fight that he ordered the musketeer who was called Athos to take care of me. Train me up to be a musketeer. Apparently their were rumours in court that I was the kings bastard child; the theory was because my eyes changing colour. I never believed I was the kings son but none the less the king sent me to train as a musketeer with Athos along with his friends Aramis and Porthos. So I learnt how to fire a musket, developed my skills with a sword and learnt how to seduce women. And drink lots of beer. Growing up with them I was often refered to as "boy" or "James".

James Hook kissed his little Red Handed Jill on the shoulder as she sleepily closed her eyes.

"I guess I shall have to tell you the rest of my story another day my little darling"

Blackeyedsally: HI guys and girls I know its been a very long time but I hope this will keep your faith in this story. I've only just got a new laptop. So I will hopefully can continue this tale :) xx

I am sorry its such short chapter too. xxx