Chapter 2: Who are you to me?

The Cassie Character is based off of another Fanfiction "Here, Kitty, Kitty" by BabyBearxox

With the author's permission I am using their character. Again, I also highly recommend giving that fanfiction a read.

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That pattern continued for a while. Every night for two weeks Harry would wait until the feeling began, usually around midnight or soon after, and he would spend the rest of the night running around chasing a bloody ghost. The only discernible pattern he had was that the feeling would start somewhere within a few blocks of the central plaza, after that it was a maze of directions until he finally lost them somewhere before dawn. Harry had tried tracking them in the day, but it was impossible. In the day there was a general feeling that drew him towards the center of the isle, but that was it. It was too faint for him to get any directions and sometimes he couldn't even feel any pull at all. Night, for whatever reason, was when whatever was pulling him felt the strongest.

This last night had been just as unsuccessful as all the nights before it.

Like every morning, Harry went home to the Lost Revenge exhausted and infuriated.

The crew went out of their way to avoid the tall brunette as he stomped onto the Lost Revenge, nearly falling over each other as he passed. Even the thickest among the crew had picked up that Harry's temper was escalating and it was with hushed whisper's that he heard them discuss him.

Harry's jaw clenched as he blocked out the whispers this morning. He had enough on his hands without combating gossip.

The first mate made his way to the entrance of the ship. He took the small steps in a single stride and headed straight to the last door in the hallway.

The dark wooden door opened briskly and shut behind him.

His boots crunched over the shards of mirror near the door. The destruction of his standing mirror was left where it had fallen that day two weeks ago. The chair had also stayed put. The two front legs had crashed through the mirror first, then the spine of the chair had collided with it. Like that it stayed; its two back legs in the air as its front legs and spine were lodged inside the frame of the broken mirror.

Harry gave the destruction in the corner beside the door no thought and instead headed to the desk in the corner of his quarters. A myriad of objects, maps, and trinkets were scattered over the dark wood of the sturdy captain's desk.

With a heavy sigh Harry unbuckled his sword, belts, and other excess outerwear including his heavy leather jacket before taking a seat in front of the desk.

He grabbed a pen and began his new ritual.

Harry moved objects out of the way as he revealed what he had been working on for the past two weeks. A detailed map of the Isle of the Lost was inked onto slightly tanned paper. In meticulous detail Harry had made dotted lines and quickly scrawled words, transcribing exactly the steps he had taken over the past two weeks. Looking at all the data together it was a mess of lines that stretched over the four corners of the inner isle. Harry had been up and down every alley and street of the inner isle a dozen times over following his ghost.

It was maddening. There was no pattern to where they were heading only that, other than that first night, they stayed inside the inner isle. That first night had been chaos compared to the following nights. Harry had chased his ghost east, west, south, and north—all the way to the northern coast almost before they lost him somewhere on their way back to the inner isle.

Just looking at the map Harry could feel his frustration grow. More than that, in the back of his throat he could feel a venomous bitterness that three weeks had already passed. He had only one more week to find a solid pattern before he was switched back to the day patrols. If his time ran out, he either had to wait a month or confess to Uma why he wanted to stay on the night patrol. Each option was equally unappealing.

Click, pop.

The sound of the doorknob only gave him a moments warning.

Harry quickly grabbed the large maps he had pushed to the side and jerked them not-so-gently over his secret project.

"Don't bother." A decidedly feminine voice spoke from near the door, the telling crunch of glass informing him they were stepping closer.

"Uma," Harry turned around with his most flirtatious grin, "Don' you know it's dangerous entering a man's room alone?"

As if to make a point his captain closed the door behind her. Harry's smile dimmed when he saw her also lock the door.

"Wha' brings you here?" he asked, glancing to the side to make sure his project was fully covered, "I was workin'"

His captain gave a pointed look to the corner of his room that held the destruction of the mirror and chair. She leveled him with a stern look before speaking.

"I came by to check up on you." She motioned to the chair and mirror, "Care to explain?"

"No' really." Harry's own eyes flicked to the destruction. Uma had a way of snuffing out the truth and he'd prefer to avoid the topic that brought on that particular fit of anger.

With practiced nonchalance Uma shrugged, "And what about what you're hiding under there?" she motioned towards him, more precisely what was on the desk behind him.

"Aww," Harry cooed, "If you wanted a little fun, ya should have asked earlier I'm all tuckered out from my patrol." Harry winked provocatively. His aura shifted from defensive to provocative as he stretched his bare arms seductively and threw a kiss in her general direction, purposely misinterpreting her words.

To her credit Uma kept a straight face. She was no stranger to Harry's habit of misdirecting through teasing or flirting.

A wry smile curved the corner of her lip as she retorted, "You're fun to look at Harry, but you don't know when to shut your mouth. I know you hid something on your desk as I came in." the small teal-haired pirate crossed her arms, "What is it?"

Faced with no way out but to tell a direct lie to his captain Harry's face faltered.

"Yer goin' to make fun of me." he accused darkly, his flirtatious mask crumbling.

She had to suppress her urge to laugh at that. He looked a lot like a kid that had been caught red handed and knew he was caught.

Uma held up one hand and with her other crossed her index finger over her heart, "No jokes."

Harry eyed her suspiciously, his pale blue eyes narrowing at her. She matched his look with her own.

A pregnant silence filled the air.

Uma could see the moment when he gave in. With a dramatic sigh Hook closed his eyes and turned towards the desk. "I've been feeling it again." His deep voice held weeks of frustration in it.

It took a few moments to realize what he had meant but when she did the small captain's interest was peeked. The analytical part of her mind kicked into motion.

"When did this start?" she asked, wondering how long her first mate had been keeping this particular secret.

"I'm to be interrogated?" Harry's voice was dripping with faux-disgruntlement and a hint of defiance. An unconcerned eyebrow raise from his captain was all it took to tame his rebellion this time, "The first night shift." He uncovered his secret project for his captain to see.

She stepped forward like he expected and her eyes instantly locked onto the map, he watched as her brown orbs absorbed every marking he had made on the tanned paper over the last two weeks.

Minutes passed as she wordlessly analyzed everything, meticulously taking in every marking. Finally, after she was satisfied that she had read and understood everything on the map, she pointed to the one thing that stood out to her. Her finger fell on the lone stretch of lines that twisted and turned all the way from the inner isle to the edge of the Northern coast.

"What about this?"

Harry wrinkled his nose at that particular line, "Tha' was the first night I started chasin' this bloody ghost."

"When was that?"

"Two weeks ago."

Interesting...

"Exactly two weeks ago?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at the question but answered, "Aye, why?"

The first mate watched with irritation as a wicked smile took his captain's face and she chuckled darkly at his question.

"You could navigate your way around the world but you really don't see it?" She was having fun now. She knew something he didn't and it was good.

The ire was obvious on her first mate's expression, his shadowed eyes narrowing at her mirth.

"Yer teasing me Uma." The ire never left his eyes as a rueful smile crept onto his lips, "Ya goin' to share with the class o' not?"

"You really don't see it?" Uma's taunting giggle irked Harry. She was having so much fun, but she could see that her first mate was at the end of his patience.

"Harry, look at where they stopped." she prompted him.

His pale blue eyes narrowed at the outer edge of the dotted line. They had stopped a block or so short of the northern coast. He didn't see it.

"What is on the northern coast?" she prompted again when he didn't produce the answer.

Harry's eyes scanned the buildings at the edge of the line. Just small businesses and shite homes. They drifted further to the coast, "The Goblin's Wharf. So what?"

Why would it matter that they almost made it to the Goblin's Wharf?

An exasperated sigh passed through his captain's lips, as if she was tired of spoon-feeding him the answers, "What happened there exactly two weeks ago?"

There was the spark of recognition she had been hoping for.

"The shipment from Auradon," a slow smile took Harry Hook's face, "And there's another shipment tonight." He shouldn't have been looking for a pattern, he should have been looking at the one thing that didn't connect to the rest.

A wild laughter erupted from his throat, He had them.

"It's time to stop chasing." Harry's smile was positively wicked, his dark eyes glinted with murderous intent, "Tonight we lay a trap."

~...~...~

Tonight couldn't have come soon enough for her. Over the past two weeks the Cheshire Cat's daughter had been chased from nightfall to dawn. Evading her persistent pursuer was honestly exhausting and had kept her too busy to restock on supplies.

She had to make this supply run if she was going to eat.

To her surprise, when she started her night walk tonight she didn't feel that prick at the back of her mind warning her that she was being followed. It was all the better, but a small part of her brain held off hope. Suspicion clouded her mood as she went from rooftop to rooftop. These night walks used to be her favorite, when she was most free, but instead they had been consistently turned into a recurring nightmare.

By the time she got to the last rooftop before the Goblin's Wharf Cassie almost felt like her old self. A small smile had even crept onto the corner of her lips as she landed in the empty alleyway.

However once she was in the alleyway and actually facing the stretch of space that separated her from the ship, her smile faded.

Each makeshift stall was a shadowy place for someone to hide. With forced confidence and a sense of necessity Cassie made her first move to the nearest stall. She paused for a second there. She had a strange feeling in the back of her mind, like something was tugging her thoughts in some direction. It was disconcerting to say the least but when nothing happened she went to the next stall. The feeling persisted, like a nagging itch inside her mind. In twice as much time as it usually took, she made it all the way to the end of the wharf and beginning of the ship.

She had a bad feeling about this.

With no choice however she made her way across the rickety wooden board and down into the hull of the ship. Despite her feeling, everything went as usual; nothing was out of place. She counted the doors, entered, and filled her bag careful to leave no evidence of her presence. However, that feeling in the back of her head was getting stronger. Alarmingly so.

She backtracked to the hatch that exited to the main deck. Cassie got to the top of the steep steps and bowed her head to avoid the ceiling as she slowly pushed up the hatch. It swung backwards and a gust of cold night air hit her.

"Well, well, well," a deep voice taunted darkly, "looks like I found a thief."

She instantly realized why she had that feeling.

Her eyes were drawn to him. A tall, dark figure loomed in front of the small board that was the only connection between the Isle and the ship. He was blocking her exit.

The panic that gripped Cassie in that moment froze her every thought except one; that she was so incredibly stupid.

He stood directly between the gap in the railing, effectively blocking her hopes of escaping quickly. The dark figure in front of her had his arms stretched out grabbing both sides of the railing. Instantly she somehow knew this was the person who had been pursuing her for the last two weeks.

Cassie straightened her spine and stepped fully out of the hatch, refusing to show weakness.

The moon was in the waning gibbous phase, offering her just enough light to make out his features from this close. He was tall and handsome, she observed. His dark hair was chaotic and his eyes were a striking pale blue. She noted the shadows around his eyes and with surprise acknowledged that it actually added to his attractiveness. He wore a sleeveless red leather jacket and dark jeans with red ripped details and zippers. On his arms he wore a black band; red, black, and white bracelets; black finger-less gloves; and a golden skull ring. There were no SoulMarks on his arms she noted with surprise. It was a common area for them. On his torso was a thin, see-through ripped white tanktop, a red sash, a brown skull belt, and a dark brown belt with rings. She noted with surprise that she didn't see any SoulMarks through his shirt on his torso either. Her eyes then caught the shiny pocket watch resting at his hip.

It was polished and well taken care of, unlike most of the things on the Isle. That meant it was special. More than just shiny things, she had a particular weakness for shiny and special things.

A small and thoughtful frown was on the pirate's face as his eyes slowly went up and down her form as well, sizing her up with appreciation. She could see the very second when he decided that she wasn't a threat.

His eyes got a dangerous glint in them and an alarming smile spread over the pirate's face.

"So yer the one that's been causin' me such trouble." he took a small step forward, only to stop and chuckle when he heard Cassie growl a small warning. She carefully took a small step, returning the distance between them.

Trouble?

She recognized him as the pirate that she had seen that night in the plaza beside the captain. He was wearing a similar red leather jacket, a quick glance to his left hand confirmed that he had the same hook too. It was as mesmerizing as she remembered.

She jutted out her chin in an attempt to display confidence as she quite pointedly didn't answer him.

A wild laughter escaped the pirate at that.

"Feisty aren't ya?" He stepped forward again, slower this time. Cassie's eyes flicked between his body and the exit a few feet behind him. Did he know he was creating a gap for her?

Doubtful.

"Do you have a name love?" his voice was sickeningly sweet as he leaned forward. His eyes slowly raked over her form again, causing a flush on her cheeks at the attention. His pale blue eyes displayed a mischievous glimmer when he noticed her flush, "Ya don' much look like a ghost to me," he mused aloud, seemingly more to himself than her, "More like a lil' kitty-cat." His shadowed eyes focused wickedly on her, his smile stretching to the corners.

He was trying to goad her into answering him.

Despite her fear and agitation, she kept her mouth firmly closed, making it clear she wasn't going to answer him or fall prey to his taunts.

"Not much of a talker are ya?" the pirate pursed his lips in a mock-pout before the playful smile was back on his lips, "Tell me one thing at least," he paused before continuing, his voice deep and smooth, "Tell me, little kitty, what have ya been doin' to me?"

Doing to HIM? He was the one that had been chasing her up and down the Isle.

"I don't know what you're talking about," her voice was deceptively confident, "I haven't done anything to you." The insinuation was clear. And if that wasn't enough, the daggers shooting from her eyes should get the point across.

"Oh so you do talk" he exclaimed cheerily.

His facial features quickly switched to mock-pain, as if she had wounded him.

"Haven't done anything to me?" His voice and lips might have been smiling, but that wild look in his eyes scared her, "Is that what you call it?"

Call what?

Cassie's eyes flicked to the wooden board. He was now a solid yard from it.

She had to keep talking.

There was no way she was physically overpowering this pirate. If she was going to get out of this at all she had to use what she had and avoid a fight. She had no doubt in her mind that if it came to a physical altercation she would not come out on top. He had a whole head of height on her and radiated confidence and strength. He certainly acted like he had never lost a fight before. If it was at all possible she just wanted to go home and avoid any fighting. Her father had always taught her that at her size running was the best option. However, if flight was impossible Cassie was prepared to fight her way out tooth and nail.

"Call what?" she echoed her earlier thought, hoping to keep him moving away from the exit. She also hoped to finally start making sense of whatever he was talking about.

The pirate looked honestly puzzled. His pale blue eyes were searching her face for something. She watched as his smile was replaced by a troubled frown.

"What's yer game?" he finally said, his frown deepening, "You've been pullin' me around the whole Isle for weeks, now yer pretending ya have no idea what's going on."

Cassie's temper kicked in at that, her face flushing with heat, "So you were the one chasing me everywhere!" Her inner reason warned her that she didn't want to anger him, that he was dangerous, but the confirmation that he was the one who had been making her miserable was too much. She could feel a growl starting in her throat as she took a defensive crouch.

The pirate's confusion only doubled.

Cassie watched with surprise as he stepped forward again and leaned in. His eyes scrutinized her face carefully. Finally after what felt like much longer than it actually was he said slowly, "Who are you?"

To say she had no clue what was going on was an understatement and honestly she was starting to get annoyed with this whole confusing conversation. She was in no mood to answer his questions or tell him any more about herself than she needed to.

"What do you want?" she hadn't even realized she'd said it until the words had already passed her lips.

A slow smile took the pirate's handsome face, "Right now, jus' yer name love."

She balked at the idea of that being all he wanted.

"And if I refuse to tell you?" She challenged, taking a bold step forward and crossing her arms. Her eyes flicked to the exit again, he was closer but so was the exit and the gap between him and the exit was growing. He now was the same distance from the exit and her.

"Ya don' want to do that, love," the pirate warned firmly, brandishing his hook at her.

"It's Cassie." she said quickly, regretting the words as soon as they left her lips.

"Huh," the pirate considered the word, "Cassie, I like it, suits ya." His whole persona shifted then. His gaze was heavily locked on her. His pale eyes scanned her admiringly, as if matching the name to her. His eyes raked up and down her form with satisfaction, "You are quite somethin' to look at." he hummed to himself, but she heard it all the same. Maybe he'd meant for her to. She couldn't tell.

His eyes flicked back up to her own brown orbs and she felt her face heat under the stunningly intense gaze.

He took another step towards her, careful to move slowly this time. His shadowed blue orbs smoldered with fierce focus. They felt like magnets drawing her in.

"Now, I'm not quite buyin' that you don' know what yer doin'. So tell me, Cassie" the way his honeyed voice said her name felt different, alluring, "How do I stop this pull ya have on me?"

Cassie hadn't realized how close she had been to taking a step forward until his question broke the trance she'd fallen into. 'He's dangerous.' her inner voice apprised. Everything about him had been drawing her in slowly over this conversation. It was as though his whole body was one big magnet designed specifically for her.

Pull?

Her eyes flicked to the exit, he was only a few feet away from her now. The gap between him and the exit should be enough, if she could just get him distracted or off-balance somehow.

This time it was his turn to bare his fangs, instead of a growl there was a complete reverse in his external aura. Alluring blue eyes darkened to where the color was barely visible.

"How." what had once been a honeyed voice became impatient. She showed no intention to answer him.

His widened stance was no longer inviting, but obviously hostile. His taut muscles made him seem impossible to pass.

"You'd best answer me little kitty," he pointed his wicked hook at her, his impatience turning his voice harsh, "It seems a waste to kill somethin' so pretty but if I can't get answers from you, then I'll hook ya an' see if that solves the problem."

Not good.

If Cassie actual was a cat then her tail would be between her legs right now. The thought of him actually 'hooking' her sent a shiver down her spine and made the little hairs on her body stand on end. This pirate was erratic and confusing. That someone so dangerous could be that charming was completely unfair. Somehow during their little chat he had managed to make her forget how much danger she was in, but it came back full-force when she saw him brandish his hook.

Her eyes flicked to the exit. He was far enough away, she just needed an opening to make her run for it.

He seemed unstable, easy to anger, maybe that was the trick. Without knowing anything about him though it would be tough.

Her eyes scanned the man. He wasn't lacking in confidence and it was obvious that calling him ugly wouldn't be convincing to either of them. She'd need something else. Something personal. His hook stood out to her.

Of course!

It was embarrassing she hadn't connected it earlier. The hook, the pocket watch, the fact that everything about him exuded 'Isle villain' or 'leader.' He was the infamous Captain Hook's son.

Which meant he was much more dangerous than she had originally thought. He wasn't just some two-bit pirate, he was the son of one of the most unstable original villains. "Hook." the word escaped her mouth as a hiss.

"Ah, so you know my name." the pirate confirmed, a broad smile taking his lips as he made a dramatic mock-bow, "Yer smart little kitty."

Her defensive stance returned.

Cassie fought through his honeyed words, "And I've heard about you," her eyes drifted meaningfully to his arms and torso, "So it's true," she gave a deep sigh and frowned in mock-sympathy, "you really have no soulmate."

In an instant all the playfulness left his face. He didn't like that.

'Good' her inner voice purred.

"Yer tryin' your luck little kitty." he warned her, stretching out his arm to point the wicked hook at her, reminding her just how dangerous he was. Cassie knew she was playing with fire, she had struck a personal cord. It was obvious from that reaction.

This time it was Cassie's turn to take the offensive, "Sore subject?" she cooed, imitating his earlier mock-pout, before putting on a contemplative look, as if something had just come to her.

"Huh, I wonder how your dad felt about it. His son a blank slate," she could see the ire rising in him, the pirate's fingers were clenching his hook so tightly now that his knuckles were white. His eyes so dark she couldn't even see the blue any more.

"Yer playing with fire kitty," he told her darkly, practically quivering with barely kept rage, "I like ya though, so if you drop it now and answer my questions I'll forget about this and let ya go." It would be a tempting offer if Cassie knew how to answer his questions. She didn't though.

"So your dad really didn't like it I guess." she instead concluded. Correctly, if his reaction was any indication.

Her eyes flicked to the exit then to his almost-feral anger. He was almost over the edge. She had to really cut into him with her words if she wanted to get the right reaction out of him.

"It's no surprise really though," she stated as if it was obvious to everyone, "someone as broken as you wouldn't have a soulmate would they?" That was it; the comment that ironically 'broke' the pirate.

Everything happened at once when she played on the biggest insecurity she had only guessed he had. The swing he took at her was primal rage. He was fast, but she was faster. His lunge forward became unstable when he didn't hit his target like she guessed he was counting on. That was her chance!

With a quick duck and a heavy shove to the side of his torso, Cassie took the escape offered to her.

She sprinted with all the strength she had and none of the usual etiquette. Her small legs carried her over the narrow board with surprising speed. In her haste she almost stumbled. She darted past the stalls and entered the maze of streets that littered the Isle. She didn't know where she was from the ground but she ran with everything she had, hoping to run into familiar enough territory. She had hoped he would stay down longer but she could already hear the heavy thuds of his boots coming for her.

"Cassie!"

Hearing the rage as he roared her name sent a cold shiver down her spine, launching her adrenaline to new heights. He was going to kill her if he caught her.

Recalling her father's advice about evading an enemy, she started changing directions erratically, hoping to throw him off. Every street and alley she passed looked the same from the ground. She knew the direction that the inner isle was in but she had lost her way blocks ago. The isle was a dangerous place if you didn't know where you were. The streets and alleys were a jumbled maze and there were dozens of dead ends.

"Cassie!"

Her heart skyrocketed as she heard his rage. A low, feeble sound squeezed out of her when she realized he was still close. She jerked to the left.

Hades, she didn't want to die.

With that thought circling in her mind she ignored the burning in her lungs and the metallic taste at the back of her throat, forcing herself to go further faster. She took a quick right down a long winding alley.

Oh Hades.

A dead end.

How fitting.

Her eyes instantly went to the walls, looking for some sort of escape. Her eyes caught a hole in the middle of the building to her right, it used to be a window but its glass had been lost long ago. It was too high off the ground for her to reach on her own though.

"Cassie!" she looked over her shoulder, his voice was getting closer. She could hear the sound of his feet echoing off the brick. There was no backtracking.

With a frantic panic she looked for a way to get to that window. She saw a garbage bin. With trembling fingers she positioned it below the window and climbed up. She grabbed the window-frame, ignoring the cut of glass in her palms as she pulled herself up and over.

CRASH!

"Stupid!" she hissed.

The garbage can had tipped over as soon as her torso was inside the window-frame. She lowered herself to the ground inside with a soft slap of her shoes on cement. It was an abandoned storage house. Empty metal shelves surrounded her. Her panicked gasps for air were almost deafening as she tried to listen for the pirate. If he found her she would have to fight her way out. She had unwittingly traded one dead end for another. Cassie's eyes scanned the floor and walls. There wasn't much to the place, but there were things laying against the wall and on the floor that hadn't been worth taking or stealing. Her eyes caught sight of a wooden pole, it was long and narrowed as it stretched. She'd never seen anything like it and had no clue what it was for but she impulsively grabbed it, holding the narrower end in her small hands.

Her panicked pants were almost deafening in the empty building.

"Cassie," a low voice chuckled darkly, "I know yer in there."

He was outside.

Cassie hastily moved towards the door, but froze when she heard his feat scuff the gravel directly outside it.

He was right outside.

She held her breath, afraid he would hear her, and held up her wooden stick, shifting to the shadow of a shelf near the door.

A loud crash nearly startled a noise out of her as he kicked the door. One of the hinges gave way and the door tilted, but it wasn't fully broken off. Cassie was prepared when the next kick came and the door fell off, crashing to the ground with a loud thud and pushing up a large cloud of dust and particles that sparkled faintly in the moonlight.

"I'm goin' to enjoy this little kitty." a small hateful chuckle escaped the pirate as he stood in the door frame.

Cassie could feel electricity coursing through her veins as she waited for him to step inside. Her fingers tightened painfully around the wooden instrument she held.

"Here, kitty, kitty." the deep voice taunted, his footsteps echoing along with a short creak as he stepped onto the fallen door.

Even after he had chased her for weeks, cornered her, and threatened her Cassie hesitated. Despite everything she didn't want to hurt the pirate. Cassie did not get any pleasure from inflicting pain on others and the thought that she could seriously hurt him was honestly sickening. But what choice did she have?

With a grim determination Cassie swallowed down the bile in her throat, stood to her full height, held up the wooden pole and—she couldn't do it.

Cassie's determination deflated into the darkness.

She was not a villain. She may have been a prisoner on the Isle of the Lost like the rest of the V.K.s but she was not a villain's kid. Her father hadn't hurt anyone in his life...and neither could she.

It wouldn't save her though. The pirate must have sensed her, though she didn't notice, she hadn't even realized he had turned around.

The pole slipped from her listless hands to the concrete.

She heard the crunch of his boot over the glass that must have belonged to the broken window on the far wall.

Her eyes shot up and caught his blue gaze. His dark eyes were staring at her. Both of them were frozen as if in stasis.

It felt like a hunter and prey who spotted one another at the same time, both frozen, one afraid that if they moved then they would really be seen and the other knowing the slightest movement would make their prey disappear. Cassie knew he saw her though and he knew she was not fast enough to escape him. So why weren't they moving?

Cassie's eyes flicked to the exit. She was right next to it.

His eyes caught the movement though.

Still, he didn't move.

Instead, he looked at her, his eyes drawing her in like pale blue magnets.

"Who are you to me?" His voice was barely a whisper but it carried clear across the room. His words were full of wonder and his eyes held naked yearning for an answer.

She honestly didn't know.

"I don't know." she squeezed out of her throat. Somehow she felt horrible at not being able to give him the answer he wanted. It must have shown, because he didn't follow her.

Her heart ached strangely as she sprinted away and began heading back towards the inner isle.

Who were they to each other?

So? What did you think? I really struggled with this chapter, re-writing and editing the ship scene over and over again and changing the dialogue trying to make it more fluid.

Btw, the wooden pole Cassie had was a 36 inch pool stick, which didn't seem like something she would have ever come across in her life.

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