Chapter Three
A/N: Ha, a new chapter! Whee! Figured I may as well upload all I've done to try and get some reviews.
James growled to himself as he was thrown in the cellars, awaiting the meeting of this new Captain. He paced the small floor, glaring darkly at the wood under his feet, until the door opened and he was ordered out.
I am going to get my ship back… vowed James, as he entered the office that was once his. The female stood with her back to him, her legs an even distance apart and her fingers laced behind her back as if she were standing at ease. A long plait of dark hair hovered above her weapons belt, and she spoke.
"I should of known it was you, James Hook". She said, James falling into the temptation of wondering what her front features were like. "But alas, it was too dark for me to confirm". Black turned, and as James expected a woman that resembled a whore – for she was not. He had seen that face before. Of course, he knew many women in his time. But her face symbolised beauty and power, her dark eyes symbolising the darkness within her heart. "Sit". She demanded, taking a seat behind the desk that was once his, and James being forced to sit in the plush red velvet chair he bought himself.
"Who are you?" He asked her, his piercing eyes peering through matted strands of his dark curls.
Black let out a sigh and drew her hands together, fingers interlacing as she rested them on the table and peered at the man before her. "Why should I reveal my identity to a man I do not know, or trust?"
"This ship is rightfully mine". James snarled, glaring right back into the woman's eyes. "And I want to know, who is sleeping in my bedchambers and drinking from my glass!"
Black's eyes fell upon the fine glass to her right. "The men required a captain. The ship was badly damaged with no thanks to that good for nothing boy. I repaired the ship with my own expenses, and gained the men's trust when I murdered in cold blood one of Pan's closest companions – Toodles. Even you, James Hook, could not kill one of the Lost Boys yet I have managed to do so".
"I killed Pan!" Announced James, his voice rising. "I killed him!"
"For a few minutes, I believe?" Snorted Black, humour in her tone. "And then, you were swallowed whole by the beast that had tormented you for so many years".
His eye twitched. "I want my ship back".
"Where are your manners?" Black smirked, and on purpose, planted a pair of dirty boots upon the polished table.
"Where are yours?" James asked.
"Clean up and I'll enlist you as my second. Satisfied? The men will be forced to respect you as if you hold the rank of Captain, and you'll again be the source of little children's nightmares". Black yawned. "Oh, and if you're wondering where your garments are, they're in a trunk. In the cellars".
James grunted, got to his feet and left the woman in fury.
Bathing didn't lighten his mood the slightest. Smee insisted on taking care of the now former Captain, as although James was strong in voice – he was relatively weak in body. James loved the feel of fresh clothes upon his back, a new, polished hook replacing the long rusted one where his hand once was.
"Oh Smee, I still have all my possessions yet one". Frowned Hook, as he let Smee run a brush through his curls. "My ship, Smee. How could you allow a woman to take control?"
Smee blinked. "We had no choice but to. She offered to restore the Jolly Roger and the crew… and we accepted".
"But a woman, Smee". Hook repeated, shaking his head sadly and decided to take a sip of his now warm wine. "It is almost the same as letting that retched boy take control".
"The two of you have something in common, though". Smee grinned, as James turned in his seat to face his old friend. He raised a brow, awaiting a response. "Like you, she knows nuttin about her childhood".
James sighed, realising this had nothing to do with the fact that a woman was sitting in his office and sleeping in his bed. "Smee, stop drabbling".
"Sorry, Cap'n, you should see Neverland now…" Smee gestured with his arms. "It's developed, that's how we found Cap'n Black, not only does Pan rescue kids to give a second view on life – grown ups who have the idea that killin' themselves is the only way out end up here. And the Lost Boys believe that every adult is a… Pirate".
James found himself absentmindedly stroking his moustache, and at that instant he bolted upright and glanced at Smee, surprised. "You mean to say, that there's bars and homes?"
Smee nodded.
"What I wouldn't give to get drunk in an actual bar instead of the galley". James planted his hand on Smee's shoulder and a slight twinkle appeared in his eye. "Black allows free time, does she not?"
Smee nodded. "Usually weekends, Cap'n".
James felt his lips spreading into a smile. Only three days to wait, before drinking in an actual bar. A bar was like a church, to he. Getting drunk elsewhere just didn't have the right perspective. As Smee continued to run a brush through his hair that was still wet, James closed his eyes and imagined the look on Pan's face when he found out that his old friend had returned.
