Here he is, HOOK. Our sexy little bastard huh? hahahahhaa

Finally things are going to start getting more, well, hot, if I should say so. MUAHAHAHAHAHA

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HOOK

It had been a few weeks since he discovered Pan was back, but his searching for him had given Hook no answers as to where his hideout could be or where to find some of the kids that followed him. The only thing he could do was, at day; hear the laughter inside the forest and at night, the crying of the orphan boys. It was never a good sound.

The morning had started with no clouds and the sun was shining above. The winds were strong and the sea kept its alluring aura as it always had. He had ported at the harbor again to gather more information on the boy he so hated, but this activity had proved itself quite the failure. He went back to his ship with no interest to spend more of his time among those who wondered the streets in search for a women comfort and drinks.

He was lying at the prow of his ship, admiring the change of colors in the horizon when he heard the loud voices of his men. It was almost sundown when they started to make their way back to the ship. They had been instructed to get back before it was dark so they could make their way into the seas once more. He didn't look back at them until he heard some screaming.

"Get me down you beast! Let me go now, do you hear me?" It was a loud voice and came from a boy Hugh was carrying at his back. Could it be that…? No. Could it possibly be?

Getting up, Hook walked straight to the man, ordering him to put the boy down on his knees, holding his hand behind him with the help of two other men who kept the boy from getting up or escaping. He noticed he was quite tall, which meant he was a bit older, 16 or 17, he wasn't sure. Looking at the boy he noticed from the corner of his eyes a movement beside him. A fat figure, who wore a ridiculous red hood approached.

"Cap'n, we did it. We caught one of those boys cap'n." He said cheerfully.

"Aye Mr. Smee. That I can see you did. Now tell me, how did you fetch the lad?" Replied Hook, still keeping his eyes at the boy and making a curious face, after seeing his strange hat.

"Well cap'n, it was quite easy, you see? Me and Hugh here, we were just talking outside the tavern weren't we?" He asked Hugh, who nodded in response. "Then we noticed a strange boy walking down the streets with his head buried in that strange hat of his."

"Yes, and…" Insisted Hook.

"Then the boy realized we were looking at him and made his way to the tavern, but got out as fast as he got in. Don't know why cap'n, but then he started walking down to the woods." He was smiling now.

"And no one, except if you are a lost boy at least, would dare to enter the woods alone." He ended Smee's line of thought, glancing back at him.

"Aye cap'n. Then we started following him to bring him back to you. The boy noticed us and started running like hell, but Hugh threw a piece of wood at the boy head, which passed out right after." He finished.

Hook was, if not, impressed at his men. With a wide grin he looked back at the boy who still kept his head down with his face covered by the help of his hat. What intent he had by keeping his head covered from him? It was just pissing him off.

He got closer to the boy, kneeling to be at his eye level but what he saw when the boy glanced back at him surprised him the most. Blue eyes that showed anger, pain and regret all at the same time. There was something there that intrigued Hook.

He didn't show any emotion while staring at the boy. His face remained a glass mask when he brought himself up again. He looked at the men holding the boy to the floor and ordered them to put him in a cell and chain his hands because he was going to interrogate him in a few minutes.

"To the rest of you, if we're not at high seas by the next half an hour, you better have stuffed yourselves at the tavern, because you won't be getting any dinner if I'm concerned. Do you hear me?" He shouted back at them.

"Aye cap'n." They screamed. And just like that they were already moving.

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Hook went down a few stairs and turned left, going straight to the cells. When he got there he sent Hugh and Smee back to the deck, back to work, while he stayed behind to question his prisoner. His head was bowed again.

Why was he always doing that?

Hook leaned himself on the wall and started cleaning his hook.

"Where are my manners? We haven't been formally introduced." He was now walking into the boy direction.

"Killian Jones is the name, but most people tend to call me by my more, well, colorful moniker: Hook." He was now in front of the boy.

When he said "Hook", the boy head went up; his eyes were wide open, staring back at him.

"Oh, so you've heard of me. It is always good to make an impression." He said that with a smirk after noticing the recognition in his eyes.

"Now, tell me lad, where can I find Pan?"

The expression in the boy's face turned cold, masking any emotions he was to give him. He was good, very good indeed. His eyes had been shutted too, not giving him any hint.

"The asking was me being a gentleman mate, but if this is what I'm going to get I better return to some old methods I know far better." He told him, with a more serious tone. When he finished his speech he slapped the boy in the face, hard, but he would not open his mouth yet. After three other slaps, his lips had parted, letting out some blood and his cheek started to swollen. But it wasn't that which caught Hook's attention. No, it was something else. Looking back to the boy now, he saw that his strange hat had moved a little out of place, and that some auburn strands of hair were hanging loose. Quite long for a boy, he would say.

Then, realization hit him.

The boy didn't notice it until Hook good hand was holding his hat, prepared to pull it off.

"Don't. Please don't" Begged the voice coming from those parted, bloodied lips, but he didn't care. He pulled it out anyway. And what he saw amazed him. A wave of auburn long hair dropped from the hat into the boy shoulders.

No, not a boy.

A girl.