Chapter III
A/N: I've made the fight scene longer, and a little more information about Evelyn's past. Hope you guys like it.
Evelyn awoke. And screamed. Smee's horrid little face was staring at her.
"Dear God what a sight to wake up to". Evelyn sneered, as the smell of the salts entered her nostrils. "Get off me!"
"Yes, Ma'am". Smee obeyed, quickly scurrying to the floor as Hook strolled in with his usual smug expression.
"So you're awake then? Good. And I see Smee has performed a good job of patching you up as well". He gestured to her shoulder, in which Evelyn touched. She could feel stiches in it. She scowled up at him.
"Come, girl. No need to be like that. After all, with you being my Second in Command I expect some respect". Hook picked up a lettuce leaf that sat upon a food tray near Evelyn's bed and began to eat it.
"I do hope you're not going to eat all my meal". She muttered, forcing herself to watch Hook as he sat beside her.
"Of course not. You do need your strength, Miss…"
"Captain Evelyn Townsend". She growled. "Of the British Secret Service". As Hook's expression changed from seriousness to humour, Evelyn was horrified inside.
"Oh Smee, she's a spy! How wonderful! Oh she'd be a perfect asset to our crew!" Then, Hook's smile faded. "And to aid me in catching Pan".
It was then that Evelyn realised she had promised Hook the location of Peter Pan's new hideout. She saw Peter's face in her mind, the look of disappointment he may give upon being captured by the Pirates. Peter had after all, saved her life.
"You won't find him". Evelyn said confidently. "Because… I'll never tell…"
She suddenly regretted saying what she did when Hook slapped her. Again.
"It is surprising that you have had a sudden change of heart, perhaps your proposal was a spur of the moment action – valuing your life above others". His eyes bored into her own. "Watch your tongue or you'll be next to walk the plank". He sneered, his face just mere centimetres from her own.
"Make me". Evelyn retorted, equalling Hook's sneer.
Smee on the other hand found this little interaction rather amusing. "Oh come now. You're acting like an old married…"
"SMEE!" Hook shouted, causing Evelyn to jump. "Shut… up!"
"Sorry, Cap'n".
"And as for you", Hook glared in Evelyn's direction once more. "You will sleep tonight and I will return in the morning. Hopefully then you will have decided to join my crew otherwise suffer the fate of other failed Pirates".
And with that, Hook left, Smee in tow.
"GAH!" Evelyn bellowed as she threw herself back into a laying position. "Why do all men have to be such… bastards!"
Within the next hour, she had fallen asleep, the same dream returning, and this time she could see who the man was that attacked the one she loved. It was Peter Pan.
Hook returned to his cabin to brood in silence. He slammed his goblet down in frustration, curious as to why the newcomer had come to him wearing the clothes of the previous Captain of this ship – he had killed her himself. Hook rose from his desk and strode to the window, peering up at the night sky. Their faces were indeed familiar. The previous Captain had sired only but one heir. She had sent the child to London to be watched by her sister – Mary Darling. Hook witnessed the entire event unfolding before him as if he had stepped back in time. Yes, the woman had known he was attempting to murder her. She sent the child fearing Hook would kill her as well. Was it possible, that this Evelyn Townsend was the daughter of Athena, the Captain of this very ship? Hook tried to picture Athena's face once more. The same dark hair. The same fiery soul. But her eyes were different. They were green, like her mother's, but Evelyn's held a bloodlust that Hook had seen only once before.
A Captain of a deadly ship known as the Black Pearl. A Captain, whose name was Barbossa. A Captain who is now dead. Hook smiled to himself. He would use this information to unleash Evelyn's brutality.
Dawn broke and it didn't surprise Evelyn when the door to her room opened loudly. She was already well awake, the nightmare making her unable to sleep. She was angry with Peter. He hadn't even attempted to rescue her, even if he knew where she was. Surely the mermaids would of told him. But being the jealous beings they were, she doubted it. She started to think about the stitches in her temple, peering around for a sharp object to cut them out. It had been a few days, and she felt her wound was healed. But how was she to cut them out? Her hands were tied behind her.
Evelyn tilted her head slightly as Smee shuffled in with breakfast. A brief smile crept across her face.
"So, what's it like?" She asked.
"What's what like?" The little man repeated, turning his attention to her.
"Being Hook's slave".
"That's Captain Hook to you". Smee growled, attempting to be vicious but only making Evelyn smile wider.
"You didn't answer my question". Evelyn sat up. "Say uh, what about untying me, hey? It's not like I'm going to leave".
"But the Cap'n's orders were to leave you here. Tied up. Because Pan taught you to fly".
Evelyn shrugged. "Oh but, a certain body part of mine is itchy. And I can't exactly reach it with my hands tied, and it would look rather awkward if I attempted to scratch it against the wall…"
Smee wrinkled his nose at the thought. "Promise you won't leave?"
"Promise". Evelyn grinned as Smee cut her ropes. "And guess what, the itch has stopped".
To Smee's surprise, Evelyn had leapt up in the air and kicked him in the jaw, causing him to land heavily on the ground.
"Smee? What was that?" Came Hook's voice from the top of the stairs. Evelyn heard the unsheathing of a sword.
"Blast", she muttered, and quickly looked around the room. And on Smee's belt, was his sword. "Brilliant", she picked up the sword and pressed her back against the wall near the stairs as Hook ventured down. The scene felt oddly familiar as Hook came closer, taking slower steps. Evelyn's heart raced with adrenalin.
"Smee…?"
Evelyn leapt out before Hook, her sword pointed at his throat. Or so she thought. To her horror, he had amazingly quick reflexes and he had blocked her attempted blow.
He made 'Tut-Tut' noises at her, shaking his head ever so slightly in pretend disappointment. Hook continued to stride forward, Evelyn being forced to move back, their swords still locked together in the process.
"I do hope this is not a duel to the death, my dear". Hook said with a slight smirk. "Because I really don't want to have to feed your carcass to the sea".
"You won't be". Snarled Evelyn, confidently. "For it is your body that I will be feeding to the sea".
She broke the swords loose and attempted an upper hand cut to Hook's right shoulder. He spun to the left, as Evelyn attempted another swipe at his midsection, which Hook blocked easily.
They continued to slash and parry, eventually their footwork causing the two to venture up onto the main deck to the view of the surprised crew.
"Lucky for me…" Evelyn said with a grunt as she blocked a powerful blow to her chest, her own sword just mere centimetres from her bosom. "I am rather glad I took up fencing lessons during my Secret Service training". She knew they would come in handy some day, and although Peter had asked her if she knew anything about sword fighting, Evelyn didn't think at the time those skills were of use.
Hook didn't seem to care. He on the other hand was rather impressed at Evelyn's skill. She fought just like him, and will most likely beat Pan in battle if she had the chance. Unfortunately for Hook's sake, Evelyn didn't consider this as a friendly battle. Her blows became fiercer, but what ended it was the wrong move where she spun out of the way, Hook catching her with his arm and throwing her hard against the wall.
"You need to think ahead". He snarled, his words coming out like acid. "Otherwise, my next move could of meant your death".
Their swords were locked up hard against Evelyn's chest, and her head peered through the top half of the X. Hook raised his right hand and brought the tip of his hook under Evelyn's ear, and she forced herself not to beg for mercy.
But still Hook continued to tease her. "To me this scene seems familiar. Tell me, did you know your mother?"
Evelyn found words escaping her lips. "N… no".
"I happened to". Hook's breath smelt foul upon her face. "Would you like me to tell you who she was?"
"No". Evelyn replied. His hook was cold, and the side of it was now touching her neck. "She was a respected woman. My Aunt told me so".
"And what of your father, did your Aunt ever tell you who he was?" Hook knew he was getting closer to forcing Evelyn to break into anger.
"My mother was raped. My father was never mentioned in my family". Evelyn snarled, her breathing intensifying as she looked for an escape route.
"Funny how much you resemble your mother, such a beautiful creature. Like a newborn lamb, soon to be slaughtered".
As Evelyn met his eyes, she could feel him trying to force her to realise what had happened in the past. "You…" She whispered. "You killed my mother".
"Smart little thing, aren't you? And now it is time for me to kill you".
"No, you won't!" Evelyn snapped. She pushed her head to the left as Hook had his hook pressed against the right side of her neck. She then breathed in and slid under his legs, barrel rolling to stand behind him, sword poised as if challenging him.
Hook turned, surprised at the sudden escape yet pleased. He had done it. She now charged for him, sword raised high, Hook ducked to the right and swung his sword at her midsection, Evelyn bringing it down seconds before impact.
"Well, well, look who has come out of their shell". Hook teased, spinning himself out of the lock and Evelyn raising her sword to strike his neck, but he stopped her easily. "Not bad, for a bastard child".
"I am going to kill you". Evelyn promised. "In this world or the next".
Hook laughed out loud, the other Pirates still too frozen to do anything to help. "Good luck". He nodded to Smee who stood behind Evelyn, and brought the hilt of his revolver hard on the back of her head. Blackness swam around her, Hook's dark smile the last thing she saw before blacking out and landing on the deck with a thud.
"Take her back to the cabin, tie her up properly, Smee". Hook marched back to his own, picking up Evelyn's sword along the way, tossing it into the air and catching it seconds after he holstered his own. "I will deal with her appropriate punishment later". He disappeared inside, the door slamming shut.
Smee looked down at Evelyn whose eyes were still partly open from the harsh impact to her skull. Her dark curls were caught in the slit of her open mouth, some tiny strands waving as she breathed peacefully. Smee frowned and dragged the woman to her cabin like the Captain ordered.