Chapter 7
*Third Person POV*
Katerina wasn't quite sure what to make of this Captain Hook. On the one hand he did save her and he was very handsome, but on the other there was a hook. What scared her the most was the probability that he would be no different then Peter in his expectations of her. She hoped for her own sake that she was wrong.
Hook led them through the jungle cutting away branches and things when necessary. He would glance back at her every now and then, just to make sure she was still with him and more then once he caught her staring at him. It wasn't a very long walk to the ship but by the time they got to the beach where Mr. Smee was camped Katerina felt her limbs grow weak as a state of exhaustion over took her.
"Prepare the boat, Smee." said the captain in an official voice.
"Aye aye, Cap'n." came his broken English accent.
Katerina watched the stout older man hustle to a small long boat docked in the sand. She had recognized the older man from her vision as well. When he was finished they walked toward it. Hook got inside and then offered Katerina his hand. She stared at it not quite sure what to do. He smiled at her innocent expression and took hold of her left hand. Then she realized that he was trying to help her. As she sat in the boat she thought, I can get myself into a boat, I'm not that fragile. This display of assistance was so alien to Katerina for in her day and age she was not used to men doing anything nice for women like holding open doors, pulling out chairs, etc. So she really wasn't expecting it and at one point she thought he might be making fun of her, but she forgot her angry/confused thoughts when she saw the huge pirate ship once again.
Hook was also confused. She had looked terribly confounded when he tried to help her. Had a man never offered an arm to her? Surely she did not meet many gentlemen if that was the case. He watched her expression of confusion slip into a small smile as the ship came into view and it made him smile involuntarily. He looked as if he were about to say something when Smee beat him to it.
"So, cap'n, who is this pretty lass?" Katerina smiled at his complement and looked back at the captain.
"This is Katerina...," but he stopped when he realized he had no last name and for some reason he did not want his bo'sun or his crew for that matter running around calling her by her first name. It was just not polite and, being vain, he wanted to be the only one to have the privilege. He turned to look at her. She was facing away from him staring at his ship again.
"What is you last name, my dear?" he asked her.
"Darling." She said without even looking back at him.
"Darling?" asked Smee, looking perplexed. "Cap'n wasn't that..."
"Yes, it was." Hook cut him off. He stared wide eyed at her for a moment. It did not seem far-fetched at all to think that she was related to the young girl that had refused to join him; even he thought she was Wendy at one point.
By this time Katerina had turned toward the two men staring surprised at her. What the hell, she thought, all I said was Darling and they flipped. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.
"Ok, that staring is getting annoying. What is it you're not telling me?" she asked, agitated.
"You are not the first Darling I've brought to my ship." said Hook, matter- a- factly. "Tell me, do you know Wendy Darling?"
"Well, I never met her. She died before I was born. I guess she was my great-grandmother." She said and then realization flooded her brain. God I'm slow, she thought, how could I forget the story so quick. And at that moment it was as if her mind went through a total review of the book. She remembered Peter Pan, Hook, Tinkerbell, and even Wendy. Now her visions were making perfect sense.
The long boat approached the ship and then Smee stopped rowing. The Captain climbed up the ladder first, followed by Katerina. When she got to the top the captain held out a hand and this time she knew what to do. But as he pulled her up she tripped on the railing and fell into him. His arms went around her again and she was trapped in his embrace. They looked at each other, for what felt like a long time. Hook gave her the king of all arrogant smiles but she just stared at him, enthralled. When he released her she took a step back, afraid of her body's reaction of being so close to him. Hook frowned at her retreat but made up his mind not to touch her, for now, at least until they cleared a few things up. He lead her too his cabin and told Smee to fetch them something to eat. When the little man was gone, Hook turned back to his most welcome guest.
"So, Katerina," he began, noticing she was taking great interest in the décor of his cabin. "Do you like my ship?"
Katerina continued to stare around at the splendidly carved chests and the elaborate furniture, letting the question marinate. Her gaze fell on his desk, in the back, and as if she was going back in time, the memory from her vision flashed in her head. When her sight came back to her it traveled from his four- poster bed, complete with a red velvet bed spread, to the small harpsichord just left of where she was standing. Finally she turned to face him.
"It's nice." She said simply.
"Would you care for some wine?" Hook asked, with a smirk not really expecting her to say yes.
"Um...no offence but I thought you brought me here to talk." She said. "I don't mean to be rude. Your hospitality is really nice and all, but I should be getting back home soon. My mom will be back first thing in the morning and if I'm not there...let's just say I won't be going anywhere this weekend."
"I'm afraid that just won't do. First of all you'll leave when I tire of you, and second of all I wouldn't know how to get you home even if I wanted to help you." Hook said, calmly. Katerina was taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
"Look, I don't respond too well to threats." Katerina replied, her voice rising. She took a step toward him, angrily.
"You will do as I say, Katerina. Remember I could always use you as bait and turn you over to Pan, which I'm sure is in league with that little friend of yours." He whispered maliciously, stepping toward her in response.
"You wouldn't dare." She said, taking another step.
"Won't I?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. By now they were so close to each other they were almost touching. They stared deeply at each other, one in anger and one in arrogant triumph. Hook knew this probably wasn't the best way to seduce her, but the fact of the matter was he wanted her to stay with him and now that he had her he was not about to show what little kindness he had by helping her leave. The melancholy side of him wished that for once someone would want to be with him, it almost drove him to letting her go. And, without knowing it, he let his arrogant façade drop into an expression of pure loneliness. Katerina noticed this right away and her anger subsided for a moment. She didn't really know what to make of Hook's demeanor, all she knew of him was what she had seen in her visions. He certainly was an angry man, that much was evident, he was also a villain, but for some reason she could not look past his sad expression. Maybe this would not be so bad, and with that knowledge came hope. Maybe if I play my cards right and get on his good side he'll soften up and let me leave, she thought. Either way it seemed to her that he needed her in some way and she wasn't completely unhappy with the idea.
Hook watched her expression change from, anger to analytical in seconds, and then he realized he had lost control of his emotions, a thing which had never happened to him before, ever. He had broken his cardinal rule; he had allowed this girl to see past his front to the real him. What has come over me, am I that daft, this child would never even dream of wanting to take the time to understand me, he thought. His expression changed back quickly, and for a moment Katerina had to question whether or not she had seen it at all. The silence became thick between them; Hook could feel his anger at himself rising and knew immediately that their talk would have to come later. He needed to cool off.
As if on cue, Mr. Smee walked in with a large tray with a huge lobster in the middle and tropical fruit outlining it all around the plate. He set it down at the back table and left.
"Eat now. You have my permission to sleep here if you wish." He said.
"What about you? Don't you sleep?" she asked her voice sprinkled with vague concern. Hook waved her concern off quickly.
"I'm not much of a sleeper, no."
"Why not?" she found that ever since she had seen him loose control he seemed a bit on edge and this only made her more curious about him. For reasons she could not comprehend she felt a deep sympathy for him and she caught herself thinking, maybe we have more in common then I thought.
"If the bed doesn't suit you, you can always sleep on the ground with the crew. Tomorrow we will talk." He said, curtly, completely ignoring her previous question. He backed away from her, his expression hard and unforgiving, and made his way to the door. Before she could say a word to stop him he left.
*Katerina's POV*
Jeeezus, what's wrong with this guy, I thought as I sat myself down and made my plate. I mean he pretends to be all high and mighty and I can understand that he's got an image to protect but come on, no one let's them self get that mad over showing their true self. He's obviously got some major issues with himself, I thought pushing the plate away. I could not believe I was actually feeling sorry for this guy. It was true, we did have a lot in common emotionally and I was, kind of, attracted to him. But he was keeping me here against my will, which pissed me off. Why do I always fall for the jerks, I thought as I got into his soft bed. My mind didn't dwell on it for too long, for the exhaustion was back in full force and soon I was thrown into a dreamless sleep...almost.
*Hook's POV*
It was almost midnight and the moon held an eerie glow over the ship as I paced the deck in quiet contemplation. Only one other person had ever seen me break character before, and she wasn't even a person.I thought back to the time in the forest when I first saw Peter and Wendy together. They were dancing in the air, fairies glimmering all around them. Oh how I envied Peter for having what I wanted. That's when I saw Tinkerbell, she was the only other person who had seen me at my worst. I pushed the memory away, abruptly. I could not be sad; it was a weakness that needed to be remedied. But as I looked out at the blackened sea I could not help but wonder, could she possibly understand me?
*Third Person*
She was running through the forest, sweat beading down her forehead, and she came to a crossroad. At one end was Hook staring at her with his arrogant smile and outstretched arms, and at the other was Peter Jenkins staring angrily at her. She froze in place, couldn't move or speak as the two advanced slowly towards her. When they finally reached her she reacted by moving out from in between them. Then Hook swung his hook at Peter. He dodged it with a cocky grin and quickly pulled out a pistol from behind his back, aimed and shot Hook in the heart. The captain fell down dead and before she even had time to react Peter pushed her up against a tree and ripped her clothes off. He rubbed her breast hard, pinching the nipple till it bled. His hand came up and jerked her head back firmly.
"Who's going to save you now, Kitty Kat?" he whispered into her ear. She stared at him, in shock, noticing he was naked as well and without warning he thrusted into her.
Katerina jerked awake, to a throbbing pain between her legs. She briefly panicked until she finally realized where she was. She was in the captain's cabin; it had only been a dream. She sighed deeply, expecting that she would not be able to get back to sleep which didn't surprise her at all. She hadn't had a decent night sleep in a long time. She got out of the bed and tip-toed as best she could through the dark cabin to the entrance door and opened it.
It was cold outside; the night air hit her swiftly in the face chilling her to the bone. She looked around her, walking out of the doorway. As she looked to her left she immediately located the captain, standing on the lower deck looking out at the sea. She descended the stairs and made her way towards him, not wanting to be alone after such a terrible dream. Hook was aware of her presence ever since he heard the door open. He was surprised that she would come to him, but he was not about to let her get to him again. He continued to stare out at the night, a hard look coming over her face as she approached him.
"Wow, it's really pretty out here at night." She said attempting to start a conversation. He grunted in response.
Well, if you're going to be a jerk, she thought, then never mind. Katerina looked out at nothing, breathing in the salty sea air. She had always loved sailing as a girl when her father was around, but when he left she hardly ever got to even go to the beach. She glanced up at the sky remembering how her and Peter used to name the stars and give them funny little back stories.
"You know, me and my boyfriend used to name the stars." She said thinking out loud, but then she realized her mistake. She had called Peter her boyfriend. Hook looked at her with a hidden interest.
"Used to?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, we're not together anymore." She said, quietly. Hook smiled inwardly glad he wasn't the only one alone.
"Do you miss him?" he asked, a tinge of jealousy clenched his stomach.
"Not anymore." Katerina said sternly.
"Time has healed your wound." He stated, in understanding.
"No," she raised her voice. "He hurt me, that's why I don't miss him anymore." She did not know why but she felt she could confide in him so she let the awful truth out. Hook felt a pang of guilt for being so cold to her, then. His mind went back to the jungle and to the boy who had been hurting her. He saw the Peter Pan look alike pushing Katerina's head against a tree, just like he had just a few hours before.
"That boy in the jungle..." he began but was cut off.
"Peter. Yeah that was him." She said.
"Peter?" he asked his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Peter Jenkins. My first and last love." She replied closing her eyes sadly.
"Don't be so sure. You are young and will have many opportunities." He sighed deeply before he continued, "I on the other hand have never been granted such a privilege." Katerina opened her eyes in surprise, was he being real now. She turned to look at him; his face was full of melancholy regret. She moved closer to him and touched his arm.
"You are lucky you've never had the privilege." She said with conviction. "You are lucky you've never had someone love you so completely then turn around and cheat on you. You are lucky you've never been abused by the one you so deeply cared for."
In that moment Hook saw her in a new light. This girl's hurt went far deeper then his vain loneliness and self-hate. He deserved his fate, but she did not deserve what life had dealt her. This pure girl had been forced to hate someone she once loved, for no reason at all. His sympathy for her made him want to ease her suffering.
"You only say these things because you have been wronged." He said, for once being the optimistic one.
"But what I'm saying is true." She whispered, looking away from him. "I hope I never fall in love again."
"You may hope that now, but it is only because you have not been loved correctly." He said, with a hint of an invitation in his voice. She picked up on it right away, and although she may say she did not want love her heart betrayed her. She missed the feeling terribly and in truth would give anything to be in love again. But this was something that she would not even admit to herself, so she changed the subject.
"So...am I to have a position on this ship?" Katerina asked, inquisitively.
"Hmm...I'm not quite sure." He said, blankly. He had seriously not thought of making her part of his crew, but why not. One more would not hurt. "How are you at direction?"
"You mean like navigating?" He nodded.
"Pretty good, but do you guys actually sail anywhere?" she asked.
"Good point. Well, we'll figure something out." He smiled at her.
"Can I learn how to fight with a sword?" she asked excitedly. He chuckled at her strange enthusiasm for the male sport.
"If you like." He replied. She smiled widely at him. A smile only for him. They watched the night end abruptly before them as the face of the yellow sun began to rise.
Katerina wasn't quite sure what to make of this Captain Hook. On the one hand he did save her and he was very handsome, but on the other there was a hook. What scared her the most was the probability that he would be no different then Peter in his expectations of her. She hoped for her own sake that she was wrong.
Hook led them through the jungle cutting away branches and things when necessary. He would glance back at her every now and then, just to make sure she was still with him and more then once he caught her staring at him. It wasn't a very long walk to the ship but by the time they got to the beach where Mr. Smee was camped Katerina felt her limbs grow weak as a state of exhaustion over took her.
"Prepare the boat, Smee." said the captain in an official voice.
"Aye aye, Cap'n." came his broken English accent.
Katerina watched the stout older man hustle to a small long boat docked in the sand. She had recognized the older man from her vision as well. When he was finished they walked toward it. Hook got inside and then offered Katerina his hand. She stared at it not quite sure what to do. He smiled at her innocent expression and took hold of her left hand. Then she realized that he was trying to help her. As she sat in the boat she thought, I can get myself into a boat, I'm not that fragile. This display of assistance was so alien to Katerina for in her day and age she was not used to men doing anything nice for women like holding open doors, pulling out chairs, etc. So she really wasn't expecting it and at one point she thought he might be making fun of her, but she forgot her angry/confused thoughts when she saw the huge pirate ship once again.
Hook was also confused. She had looked terribly confounded when he tried to help her. Had a man never offered an arm to her? Surely she did not meet many gentlemen if that was the case. He watched her expression of confusion slip into a small smile as the ship came into view and it made him smile involuntarily. He looked as if he were about to say something when Smee beat him to it.
"So, cap'n, who is this pretty lass?" Katerina smiled at his complement and looked back at the captain.
"This is Katerina...," but he stopped when he realized he had no last name and for some reason he did not want his bo'sun or his crew for that matter running around calling her by her first name. It was just not polite and, being vain, he wanted to be the only one to have the privilege. He turned to look at her. She was facing away from him staring at his ship again.
"What is you last name, my dear?" he asked her.
"Darling." She said without even looking back at him.
"Darling?" asked Smee, looking perplexed. "Cap'n wasn't that..."
"Yes, it was." Hook cut him off. He stared wide eyed at her for a moment. It did not seem far-fetched at all to think that she was related to the young girl that had refused to join him; even he thought she was Wendy at one point.
By this time Katerina had turned toward the two men staring surprised at her. What the hell, she thought, all I said was Darling and they flipped. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.
"Ok, that staring is getting annoying. What is it you're not telling me?" she asked, agitated.
"You are not the first Darling I've brought to my ship." said Hook, matter- a- factly. "Tell me, do you know Wendy Darling?"
"Well, I never met her. She died before I was born. I guess she was my great-grandmother." She said and then realization flooded her brain. God I'm slow, she thought, how could I forget the story so quick. And at that moment it was as if her mind went through a total review of the book. She remembered Peter Pan, Hook, Tinkerbell, and even Wendy. Now her visions were making perfect sense.
The long boat approached the ship and then Smee stopped rowing. The Captain climbed up the ladder first, followed by Katerina. When she got to the top the captain held out a hand and this time she knew what to do. But as he pulled her up she tripped on the railing and fell into him. His arms went around her again and she was trapped in his embrace. They looked at each other, for what felt like a long time. Hook gave her the king of all arrogant smiles but she just stared at him, enthralled. When he released her she took a step back, afraid of her body's reaction of being so close to him. Hook frowned at her retreat but made up his mind not to touch her, for now, at least until they cleared a few things up. He lead her too his cabin and told Smee to fetch them something to eat. When the little man was gone, Hook turned back to his most welcome guest.
"So, Katerina," he began, noticing she was taking great interest in the décor of his cabin. "Do you like my ship?"
Katerina continued to stare around at the splendidly carved chests and the elaborate furniture, letting the question marinate. Her gaze fell on his desk, in the back, and as if she was going back in time, the memory from her vision flashed in her head. When her sight came back to her it traveled from his four- poster bed, complete with a red velvet bed spread, to the small harpsichord just left of where she was standing. Finally she turned to face him.
"It's nice." She said simply.
"Would you care for some wine?" Hook asked, with a smirk not really expecting her to say yes.
"Um...no offence but I thought you brought me here to talk." She said. "I don't mean to be rude. Your hospitality is really nice and all, but I should be getting back home soon. My mom will be back first thing in the morning and if I'm not there...let's just say I won't be going anywhere this weekend."
"I'm afraid that just won't do. First of all you'll leave when I tire of you, and second of all I wouldn't know how to get you home even if I wanted to help you." Hook said, calmly. Katerina was taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
"Look, I don't respond too well to threats." Katerina replied, her voice rising. She took a step toward him, angrily.
"You will do as I say, Katerina. Remember I could always use you as bait and turn you over to Pan, which I'm sure is in league with that little friend of yours." He whispered maliciously, stepping toward her in response.
"You wouldn't dare." She said, taking another step.
"Won't I?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. By now they were so close to each other they were almost touching. They stared deeply at each other, one in anger and one in arrogant triumph. Hook knew this probably wasn't the best way to seduce her, but the fact of the matter was he wanted her to stay with him and now that he had her he was not about to show what little kindness he had by helping her leave. The melancholy side of him wished that for once someone would want to be with him, it almost drove him to letting her go. And, without knowing it, he let his arrogant façade drop into an expression of pure loneliness. Katerina noticed this right away and her anger subsided for a moment. She didn't really know what to make of Hook's demeanor, all she knew of him was what she had seen in her visions. He certainly was an angry man, that much was evident, he was also a villain, but for some reason she could not look past his sad expression. Maybe this would not be so bad, and with that knowledge came hope. Maybe if I play my cards right and get on his good side he'll soften up and let me leave, she thought. Either way it seemed to her that he needed her in some way and she wasn't completely unhappy with the idea.
Hook watched her expression change from, anger to analytical in seconds, and then he realized he had lost control of his emotions, a thing which had never happened to him before, ever. He had broken his cardinal rule; he had allowed this girl to see past his front to the real him. What has come over me, am I that daft, this child would never even dream of wanting to take the time to understand me, he thought. His expression changed back quickly, and for a moment Katerina had to question whether or not she had seen it at all. The silence became thick between them; Hook could feel his anger at himself rising and knew immediately that their talk would have to come later. He needed to cool off.
As if on cue, Mr. Smee walked in with a large tray with a huge lobster in the middle and tropical fruit outlining it all around the plate. He set it down at the back table and left.
"Eat now. You have my permission to sleep here if you wish." He said.
"What about you? Don't you sleep?" she asked her voice sprinkled with vague concern. Hook waved her concern off quickly.
"I'm not much of a sleeper, no."
"Why not?" she found that ever since she had seen him loose control he seemed a bit on edge and this only made her more curious about him. For reasons she could not comprehend she felt a deep sympathy for him and she caught herself thinking, maybe we have more in common then I thought.
"If the bed doesn't suit you, you can always sleep on the ground with the crew. Tomorrow we will talk." He said, curtly, completely ignoring her previous question. He backed away from her, his expression hard and unforgiving, and made his way to the door. Before she could say a word to stop him he left.
*Katerina's POV*
Jeeezus, what's wrong with this guy, I thought as I sat myself down and made my plate. I mean he pretends to be all high and mighty and I can understand that he's got an image to protect but come on, no one let's them self get that mad over showing their true self. He's obviously got some major issues with himself, I thought pushing the plate away. I could not believe I was actually feeling sorry for this guy. It was true, we did have a lot in common emotionally and I was, kind of, attracted to him. But he was keeping me here against my will, which pissed me off. Why do I always fall for the jerks, I thought as I got into his soft bed. My mind didn't dwell on it for too long, for the exhaustion was back in full force and soon I was thrown into a dreamless sleep...almost.
*Hook's POV*
It was almost midnight and the moon held an eerie glow over the ship as I paced the deck in quiet contemplation. Only one other person had ever seen me break character before, and she wasn't even a person.I thought back to the time in the forest when I first saw Peter and Wendy together. They were dancing in the air, fairies glimmering all around them. Oh how I envied Peter for having what I wanted. That's when I saw Tinkerbell, she was the only other person who had seen me at my worst. I pushed the memory away, abruptly. I could not be sad; it was a weakness that needed to be remedied. But as I looked out at the blackened sea I could not help but wonder, could she possibly understand me?
*Third Person*
She was running through the forest, sweat beading down her forehead, and she came to a crossroad. At one end was Hook staring at her with his arrogant smile and outstretched arms, and at the other was Peter Jenkins staring angrily at her. She froze in place, couldn't move or speak as the two advanced slowly towards her. When they finally reached her she reacted by moving out from in between them. Then Hook swung his hook at Peter. He dodged it with a cocky grin and quickly pulled out a pistol from behind his back, aimed and shot Hook in the heart. The captain fell down dead and before she even had time to react Peter pushed her up against a tree and ripped her clothes off. He rubbed her breast hard, pinching the nipple till it bled. His hand came up and jerked her head back firmly.
"Who's going to save you now, Kitty Kat?" he whispered into her ear. She stared at him, in shock, noticing he was naked as well and without warning he thrusted into her.
Katerina jerked awake, to a throbbing pain between her legs. She briefly panicked until she finally realized where she was. She was in the captain's cabin; it had only been a dream. She sighed deeply, expecting that she would not be able to get back to sleep which didn't surprise her at all. She hadn't had a decent night sleep in a long time. She got out of the bed and tip-toed as best she could through the dark cabin to the entrance door and opened it.
It was cold outside; the night air hit her swiftly in the face chilling her to the bone. She looked around her, walking out of the doorway. As she looked to her left she immediately located the captain, standing on the lower deck looking out at the sea. She descended the stairs and made her way towards him, not wanting to be alone after such a terrible dream. Hook was aware of her presence ever since he heard the door open. He was surprised that she would come to him, but he was not about to let her get to him again. He continued to stare out at the night, a hard look coming over her face as she approached him.
"Wow, it's really pretty out here at night." She said attempting to start a conversation. He grunted in response.
Well, if you're going to be a jerk, she thought, then never mind. Katerina looked out at nothing, breathing in the salty sea air. She had always loved sailing as a girl when her father was around, but when he left she hardly ever got to even go to the beach. She glanced up at the sky remembering how her and Peter used to name the stars and give them funny little back stories.
"You know, me and my boyfriend used to name the stars." She said thinking out loud, but then she realized her mistake. She had called Peter her boyfriend. Hook looked at her with a hidden interest.
"Used to?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, we're not together anymore." She said, quietly. Hook smiled inwardly glad he wasn't the only one alone.
"Do you miss him?" he asked, a tinge of jealousy clenched his stomach.
"Not anymore." Katerina said sternly.
"Time has healed your wound." He stated, in understanding.
"No," she raised her voice. "He hurt me, that's why I don't miss him anymore." She did not know why but she felt she could confide in him so she let the awful truth out. Hook felt a pang of guilt for being so cold to her, then. His mind went back to the jungle and to the boy who had been hurting her. He saw the Peter Pan look alike pushing Katerina's head against a tree, just like he had just a few hours before.
"That boy in the jungle..." he began but was cut off.
"Peter. Yeah that was him." She said.
"Peter?" he asked his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Peter Jenkins. My first and last love." She replied closing her eyes sadly.
"Don't be so sure. You are young and will have many opportunities." He sighed deeply before he continued, "I on the other hand have never been granted such a privilege." Katerina opened her eyes in surprise, was he being real now. She turned to look at him; his face was full of melancholy regret. She moved closer to him and touched his arm.
"You are lucky you've never had the privilege." She said with conviction. "You are lucky you've never had someone love you so completely then turn around and cheat on you. You are lucky you've never been abused by the one you so deeply cared for."
In that moment Hook saw her in a new light. This girl's hurt went far deeper then his vain loneliness and self-hate. He deserved his fate, but she did not deserve what life had dealt her. This pure girl had been forced to hate someone she once loved, for no reason at all. His sympathy for her made him want to ease her suffering.
"You only say these things because you have been wronged." He said, for once being the optimistic one.
"But what I'm saying is true." She whispered, looking away from him. "I hope I never fall in love again."
"You may hope that now, but it is only because you have not been loved correctly." He said, with a hint of an invitation in his voice. She picked up on it right away, and although she may say she did not want love her heart betrayed her. She missed the feeling terribly and in truth would give anything to be in love again. But this was something that she would not even admit to herself, so she changed the subject.
"So...am I to have a position on this ship?" Katerina asked, inquisitively.
"Hmm...I'm not quite sure." He said, blankly. He had seriously not thought of making her part of his crew, but why not. One more would not hurt. "How are you at direction?"
"You mean like navigating?" He nodded.
"Pretty good, but do you guys actually sail anywhere?" she asked.
"Good point. Well, we'll figure something out." He smiled at her.
"Can I learn how to fight with a sword?" she asked excitedly. He chuckled at her strange enthusiasm for the male sport.
"If you like." He replied. She smiled widely at him. A smile only for him. They watched the night end abruptly before them as the face of the yellow sun began to rise.