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Chapter 2:

Tala waited patiently behind the cabin door, a broken piece of glass in her hand. It had been two days since she was taken hostage by the Captain and his bumbling idiots. She stayed quiet and still for those two days, expecting her people to return to rescue her.

However, when they didn't come, she knew that her freedom needed to be taken into her own hands. Something was keeping her people at bay, and she could only guess it was Hook himself. Tala had to escape on her own, even if it meant killing the Captain.

The cabin door swung open after nearly an hour of waiting. With a small war cry, Tala leapt from her position behind the door, expecting to catch him by surprise and injure him enough to make her grand escape. Hook, it seemed, was a more formiddable opponent than she expected.

After the glass sliced at the baggy sleeve to his loose white shirt, Hook quickly ducked backwards to avoid her. When she raised her hand to stab the glass into any piece of skin she could reach, his hand flew up to catch her wrist. Tala pushed, as hard as she could, but he was stronger than she was.

"Very good effort, lass," he chuckled, a dry laugh that came from a place of mocking that only made Tala angrier. She groaned in frustration, finally having to drop the glass to avoid letting it dig any deeper. Her palm was already bleeding from a gash that spread completely across.

Hook kicked her shin out from under her, forcing her down to her knees but keeping his grip on her wrist. He held it up to inspect the wound for a moment. When she tugged at it, though, he wuickly released it. Tala glared up at him.

"They will come for me."

"I hope so, little wolf. I'm counting on it." He turned his arm to examine the new hole in his shirt, then clicked his tongue in distaste. Tala briefly wished he had still been that weak, crippled old man. If she could escaped with the fairy, he would start aging again. Pan could steal back those years that Hook was slowly taking from him.

"My people do not bargain with pirates," Tala hissed, hoping to make herself useless to him, though she knew it would be nearly impossible. She was the daughter of a high ranking member of their tribe. She would be a priority. She was sure of it.

"What did you break?" He asked, ignoring her comment. He walked further into the cabin, heavy boots thudding beneath him as he moved to where Tala had dropped a large glass pitcher full of rum on the ground to steal a chunk of the glass. He frowned. "That was a gift from a friend."

"I did not expect you to have any," she shot back, cradling her bloody hand against her chest. Hook pushed at the shattered glass on the floor with the tip of his boot.

"An old friend, long dead I'm sure." He flicked his gaze back up to her, then brought a hand up to rub over the black stubble along his jaw, as if he was thinking deeply about something. "Perhaps I should start putting you to use, love. If you insist on causing problems, it would benefit me to have you where you can be better monitored."

"I will do nothing for you," she grimaced.

"Oh, you will, little wolf. You'll work or you'll suffer." He turned away from her, moving to a large, black painted armoire on the other end of the cabin. He pulled it open and began digging through it. "However, I can't have you on deck in those rags. You'll be a distraction to my men."

Tala looked down at herself, at the band of furs that wrapped around her chest but left her shoulders and stomach bare. Her skirt was made of a rare animal skin, so it was short and bejeweled. She didn't understand the problem with her outfit. It was traditional dress, if not a symbol of wealth to her people.

"Ah, here we are." He pulled out a puffy white shirt, much like the one he was wearing but with shorter sleeves. He tossed it to her, but she made no move to catch it with her bloodied hand. Instead, she just continued to stare at him. "And these."

Another bundle of cloth landed in front of her. This time, it was a pair of pants, much like his own but smaller and black instead of brown. Tala lowered her injured hand to her knee, reaching with her other hand to feel the fabric. It was much lighter than the furs and skins she was used to, thinner.

"Lass, if you don't dress yourself, I'll do it for you," he warned with a sly grin. She shot him a deadly glare, then grabbed the bundles in her uninjured hand. "When you're done, Mr. Smee will see to that nasty gash you have yourself. He'll be waiting outside." Hook left, then, closing the cabin door behind him and leaving her to do as she was told.

Tala looked at herself in Hook's dirty mirror once he was gone. Her war paint had smeared under her eyes, and the pirate clothes made her feel like she was betraying her traditions, her identity. She had become a wolf in sheeps clothing.

A soft knock on the door got her attention, and a smaller, stockier man shuffled into the room. She recognized him. He'd helped hold her back when her people were pushed off the plank. He was a man in his forties, with hunched shoulders and extra weight in his mid region.

"Sorry to bother yer, missus, but Captain says you hurt yerself," he held up a strip of cloth and a small bowl. "It's a fairy remedy. Told me to wipe it on yer wound." He walked over to her, and despite her instinct to attack and run away, she stayed still. After all, he was only taking orders.

Smee, she assumed, lifted her injured hand with his calloused finger and turned it over to see his palm. With his thumb, he wiped some of the green paste like substance in the bowl over her cut. Once it was covered, he used the white cloth to wrap around and bandage her hand.

"This way you'll avoid any nasty infections. The Jolly Roger aint the cleanest ship to sail the Seven Seas, missus. You gotta be careful." He gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, then shuffled back towards the door. "Come along, child. He wants you out on deck."

Tala hesitated, but eventually followed him. He seemed like a reasonable man for a pirate, which was a little odd. He was polite, and it caught her off guard but made her like him more than all the others. She still didn't trust any of them.

It was nice to feel the sun on her tanned skin when she stepped out of the cabin behind Smee. It was a bright morning, and the birds were chirping away. However, she quickly noticed that the land was no longer there to keep her grounded. The sea roared beneath the ship. She quickly ran to the edge, looking down at nothing but crystal clear waters.

"Aye, we've set sail," Smee explained. "Captain has an errand to run at The Cove." Tala frowned at that, looking out over the sea and seeing her islanr fading away in the distance. It didn't matter if she made an escape any more. There was no where for her to go.

"What's the matter, little wolf?" Came Hook's all too smooth voice from beside her. She lifted her gaze and turned to see that devilish smirk of his. "Don't tell me you get sea sick."

"You've stolen me from my home," Tala huffed. "You are the only thing that makes me sick." He rolled his eyes at her, then let his gaze fall to her bandaged hand.

"Smee took care of you, I see." She focused back on the ocean and ignored him. Hook chuckled a bit at her continued defiance. She would be a hell of a beast to tame, that one. "Starting today, you will work for me. For this ship. You will cook and clean until sunset. Then, like the rest of the crew, you can relax and have a pint or two. Or go to sleep."

"I'm no pirate."

"Ah, but you are for now, lass," Hook argued politely. "As long as you are my prisoner, you will work for me like everyone else. The Jolly Roger gives no free rides, love."

"Then maybe I'll jump overboard."

"Aye, that would relieve you of your duties." He stepped a little closer to her, then used his hook to push her long black braid behind her back. "However, the sea has no mercy, little wolf. She would swallow you right up, and then you not only fail your people but yourself, as well."

"What do you care?" She hissed at him spitefully.

"I need you for negotiations," he told her honestly. "Losing you at sea would irreparably damage any relationship I might have with your tribe. No, I need you alive. You need to be alive. That's how I know you won't jump, little wolf. So if we're done telling stories, Mr. Smee will lead you to the kitchen so you can begin."

She stared at him in disdain for a moment longer, then pushed off the edge of the ship and walked back to where Smee was. She'd rather deal with him, she decided, than the dishonorable Captain Hook. Smee offered a kind smile, then lead her down into the center of the ship.

Tala wanted so badly just to kill Hook and escape with the fairy she was sent to retrieve. She and the other warriors needed to make amends for their failure, but there was no way to do so this far out at sea. The waves and currents trapped her on the ship, and Hook knew it. Tala was now, and would continue to be, a hostage.