CHAPTER II
A/N: Again, a newly updated chapter. Decided to make Evelyn and Hook's meeting a little sooner into the story. I for one thought she had one too many baths. Any questions, email me: snapeyboyyahoo.com.au
Evelyn was already awake before Peter had come to wake her for breakfast. The dream had returned to her, and for that moment in time she wanted to ask Peter who the man was he killed.
"Coming?" Peter asked, sprinkling a fresh load of pixie dust over Evelyn's head.
"Yes". Evelyn replied, giving the Jolly Roger a final look, and following down after Peter.
"I found these when we took Wendy home. They should fit you". Peter showed Evelyn a pile of clothes that appeared to be woman-like in nature. "Don't know what the Pirates were doing with them. Never had a woman on board before".
Evelyn gave the clothes a questioning look as if they were going to jump up and do the can-can.
"Don't worry, the boys won't show up for an hour. You can get changed in there". Peter pointed to a small room that was used for food storage.
Evelyn picked up the clothes and entered the room. She left the door slightly open so light could get through, and she started to undress. She pulled on a pair of navy pants first, tight fitting to the skin. She liked the feel of them. A shirt followed, white and embroidered red flowers spread across the bodice and the sleeves which flowed out slightly. Evelyn tucked the shirt into her pants. Odd, she thought, as she picked up a black corset. Wouldn't one wear this underneath? Perhaps they did. But she felt the need to put it on over the top. She frowned a little as there was no one around to help with the lace. But Tinkerbell must have read her mind, for you see, the little fairy was waiting behind the door and peeking every so often to be sure Evelyn was all right.
"Hello, Tinkerbell". Evelyn greeted, pushing the door open a little. "You don't mind helping?"
The fairy shook her head and flew behind Evelyn. For a fairy, she was strong. Evelyn yelped in surprise as Tinkerbell yanked at the strings, pulling them tight. "Ugh…" Evelyn moaned, praying none of her ribs would break as a result. Soon it was over, and all that was left was a pair of stiletto like knee-high boots. She put them on, buckled them up, and put on her weapons belt. Finally, Evelyn ran her fingers through her sleek hair and exited, to be greeted by six boys.
"Hello, Evelyn!" They all chimed. "Are you our mother?"
"Mother? Goodness…" Evelyn looked up at Peter for an answer. Peter smirked in response. "I… don't know. Perhaps".
"Peter told us you were coming, we know you're Wendy's cousin". Informed the largest of the boys. "I'm Tootles". He introduced.
"I'm Slightly. Slightly Soiled". A younger boy outstretched his hand, noticed the dirt, grinned sheepishly and withdrew it.
"I'm Nibbs". Said another boy.
"I'm Curly". Evelyn knew why, for the boy had blonde curly hair.
"We're the twins". Said two boys at once, Evelyn started to introduce herself but Peter cut in.
"This is our new mother. She is to tell us stories!"
"Stories? But Peter…"
"Please be our mother!" Chimed the boys at once.
Evelyn heard Tinkerbell giggling nearby. She thought for a moment, and smiled. "All right". All six boys barrelled her over in a hug, Tinkerbell laughing until her wings turned pink.
Breakfast ended in a story. Evelyn told the boys a less graphically involved story about one of her adventures in Germany. They appeared entranced, if only they knew it actually happened to her.
"Well, it's the third day". Peter announced once the story was finished. "And you all know what that means".
"Look around the Jolly Roger!" Exclaimed the twins. "Oh boy!"
"Look around the Jolly Roger? But Peter, I thought you had been stepping onto the deck". Evelyn narrowed her eyes at him. "Why haven't you been stepping on deck?"
Peter glanced from one boy to the other, all boys gulped, and turned back to Evelyn.
"There's a curse on it". Peter shrugged. "I tried to get on board once and it felt like my entire body was on fire".
"So, you just spend the entire day… looking around the vicinity of the ship". Evelyn laughed a little. "Sounds like fun. Count me in".
"You should stay here". Peter informed. "It could be dangerous".
"Peter, let me tell you something of danger. Do you recall the story I just told you?" She eyeballed him and he dared not flinch. "That actually happened to me. So do not tell me it could be dangerous".
"All right… boys, I want all of you to stay here. Evelyn, come with me".
The two left the underground home, the boys not daring to protest after what they had just witnessed.
The same feeling of sorrow filled Evelyn's heart as she approached the Jolly Roger. She had to fight it. She had to. Peter hung back a little, Tinkerbell looking nervous. The vision started to replay. Evelyn took a look at Peter who looked away, then she looked back toward the ship. It was now or never. She flew forward a few feet, the heat filling her now. She was very close to the bird's nest. She grit her teeth with intensity as she powered forward, the deck so close but yet it seemed so far. Evelyn cried out in pain as she fell onto the deck, groaning.
"Lookie what we have 'ere, boys. An angel has fallen from the heavens". A Pirate sneered, touching the end of his revolver. Evelyn gasped and got to her feet. She was surrounded. Fifteen or so pirates glared at her, eyeing her seductively.
"Ooh, it's been a while since we had one of these!" One commented as he reached forward a greasy hand to touch her hair. Evelyn slapped it away sharply. "Feisty one at that".
"Let me go or so help me I will kill you all!" Evelyn declared, drawing her sword. The Pirates simply laughed outright, Evelyn unwavering amongst their humour.
"Go on and try". The first pirate taunted her. But there was a sickening sound of metal through flesh, and Evelyn knew that she did not make that noise. The pirate slumped to the floor as a figure clad in black velvet came forward. All pirates stepped aside, Evelyn finding herself swallowing.
"I apologise. The men can sometimes get a little… rowdy at the sight of a fine woman". He lifted his head. It was impossible. He was the man whom was swallowed whole by that crocodile.
"But you're dead", Evelyn whispered, her sword lowering. "I saw it happen, no one could escape that thing alive".
"Oh but I did. Although I must say, that crocodile made a marvellous wardrobe". He laughed darkly, the Pirates following him. But he raised a hand and the laughing ceased.
"Who are you?" Evelyn pressed, lifting her head to meet his eyes. But the second it did, a shiver flew down her spine.
"Didn't Pan choose to inform you? Dear me. My lady, I am the Captain of this ship". He outstretched his arms and the sun glinted on the tip of the hook that replaced his right hand. "James Hook".
"No… this is impossible". Evelyn stepped back. "I don't understand".
"Only those that have a purpose to be on board my ship can break through the barrier which I put up myself, and you my dear, you have a purpose". Hook glanced her up and down. "Take her away".
Pirates grabbed Evelyn's arms and she struggled, her sword clattering to the ground. "Wait!" She said, valuing her life and putting her spy techniques to the test. "I can tell you where Peter Pan now lives".
Hook, who had turned away from the scene, turned back. An eyebrow arched and he walked toward her. "Normally he would blindfold those new to his crew. But I suppose you were one of the lucky ones. However, if you are lying to me, I will not be happy".
"I am not lying to you". Evelyn sneered through grit teeth, pulling herself forward from the Pirate's grasps. "Let me go and I shall prove it".
"No". Hook lowered his gaze. "I will not let you go. Not yet. We have some business to sort out, then I may consider your proposal. Take her away".
Evelyn decided struggling would not help as she let herself be dragged from the man she cried for upon witnessing his supposed death.
It felt like a couple of hours since Evelyn was thrown into a tiny cabin. Hook had taken possession of her precious weapons, and her shoulder was beginning to bleed again. Probably due to the stress. She sighed and sat on the bed, her hands and feet bound with a thick brown rope. It wasn't the first time she was in this situation. And besides, being captured by Hook wasn't such a bad thing. The door to her cabin opened and in strolled the very man himself, Evelyn forced herself to look away, as Hook closed the door dramatically with his foot.
"I've decided to reconsider", he began, pulling up a chair and sitting himself on it. "I figured you would make an excellent Pirate, perhaps my Second in Command". His eyes met Evelyn's as she turned her head back to face him. "You can have everything you have ever wanted. No one has ever regretted being in my service".
Evelyn snorted. "I'd rather sleep with Hitler".
Hook looked hurt. "Oh, that has just crushed my heart". He then chuckled, and sat beside her, using his left hand to gently caress her cheek. "Such a fiery temper for someone so young…" And then he slapped her. Evelyn's head snapped around and she grunted, as hair flung into her eyes and mouth. Her cheek stung violently.
"Do that again and you'll loose your other hand". Evelyn snarled, as she spat out the hair in her mouth.
"In your current state?" Hook smirked, gesturing to her bound hands and feet. "Unless you have some sort of magical ability, I'd like to see you try".
"What do you want with me?" Evelyn sighed, his very presence next to her causing her to become flustered.
"I already told you". Hook said, and he suddenly noticed that Evelyn's eyes had rolled into the back of her head. She was out cold. "Smee…!"