Chapter 12
Hook was still holding onto Maggie's wrist, but that was about to change. Maggie had taken a look around to see that the whiskey bottle had come to rest only a few feet away. It hadn't shattered in the scuffle, thankfully. She had yet to execute her plan of action and still fully intended to do so. Her eyes darted back to confirm the looseness of the grip that held her, and taking a chance, she ripped her arm out of Hook's clutches. Maggie turned as quickly as she could and lunged toward the bottle. Smee had reacted quickly, to his own surprise, his placement being only a few steps from the item in question. He didn't hesitate to give a swift kick to the bottle, sending it spinning wildly across the deck. He let out a valiant guffaw, feeling proud of his fast thinking.
Maggie screamed in frustrated defeat. She had already hit the ground, knees striking the floor uncomfortably. Her dive was too late, and she watched in horror as the bottle clanked it's way to the opening of the plank gap. In a pinball fashion, it bumped between the frame several times, slowed, and lazily spun at the edge of the slot.
"No no no!" Maggie yelled out. The bottle tipped, and without a sound, disappeared over the side of the boat. Nobody heard it hit the water, due to Maggie's footfalls on the deck as she ran. She raced to the side of the boat and searched, her hair drooping into her face as she looked down. The bottle bobbed in the water below, and drifted carelessly, further and further away. "SHIT!" She exhaled, exasperated. Now what.
"What a shame!" Hook said, the smile on his face could be heard in his words.
Maggie spun around to look at him, her arms wide across the side of the ship. She lifted her arm, palm up, fingertips straight, and gestured out to the sea before them. "Awesome! Really awesome!"
"A valiant effort, but all for not, I'm afraid." He began to walk towards her.
"Fuck you!" Maggie spat. She was completely lost at this point.
"That's not very nice."
"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!" She yelled.
"I wouldn't advise further outbursts." He was now an arm's reach from Maggie, looking down at her with a befuddled expression.
Maggie's lips were pursed, looking as if she were about to erupt into shouts again. Instead, she inhaled quite loudly through her nose, and then batted her hand out, knocking Hook's hat off his head. A collective gasp from the crew could be heard.
Hook was absolutely surprised by the sudden attack on his beloved headgear. After it hit the deck with a light 'fwump', his eyes grew wide, "How DARE you!" Baring his teeth, Hook accusingly pointed his claw at her, his tone trenchant. Absolutely childish!
Again, Maggie lunged out at him, this time clasping both hands around the hook that had aimed itself at her. She yanked on it, like a dog fighting viciously over a sock.
I'm gonna tear your hook off!
Hook stalled, déjà vu striking him momentarily.
See? No little children love me!
He watched, holding steady, as the woman before him exhausted the last of her patience in such a furious fashion. It was fairly amusing, but he found Maggie's antics to be quite draining.
"SMEE! Get this urchin off of me!" Hook demanded.
"I want to go hoooooooome!" Maggie shrieked. She yanked harder, huffing and puffing now. "You weren't supposed to be REAL!" Her head was getting light now. She was so confused. So tired.
Smee approached Maggie from behind, but without even having to look back, the girl swung her elbow backwards and made contact with his nose. Smee stumbled away, astonished. His hand shot up to his injured schnoz, blood already seeping out. "Oghh y'wild bisch!" His words muffled. Several crewmen aided him, while others circled Maggie, unsure if they wanted to tangle with the girl themselves.
"Am I the only living man on this vessel?" Hook shouted, becoming increasingly irritated. He fought to stay in tune with the tugging, concentrating on his balance.
The men who had moved in jumped at the comment, no longer hesitating. They took to each side of Maggie, tearing her hands off their Captain.
"Hands off, ass hats!" She kicked out, furiously. Her foot came only inches from Hook's face.
"I've had quite enough of you, woman!" He was feeling offended now. This beast spawn of Pan had the audacity to create such commotion on the Jolly Roger. I think not. Hook had fully intended to give Maggie quarter for her compliance during her 'stay'. However, this was completely uncalled for. A lady Pan raised, he did not! So appalling! She is a grown woman, after all!
"I know how to straighten you out." He sneered, drawing his gaze away from her to the men restraining her.
"The Boo Box."
