Chapter 13
Third Person POV
Over the course of the next week their relationship, if you could call it that, was little to non-existent. Katerina continually tried to be alone with the captain, but failed almost every time. He had become almost stealthy in his ways of avoiding her. The only time he ever allowed her near him was during their mealtimes, and even then he had Smee stay in the room so she would speak nothing of what had happened between them. Every time he looked at her he saw the questioning that was on the tip of her tongue, and he knew one day he would have to give her an answer.
Hook was not all bad in his musings; it hurt him inside to know that she cried every night. He felt the weight of her grief on his shoulders everyday, but he still could not bring himself to explain to her that he loved her. Hook got up every morning and convinced himself that the feelings for Katerina were merely amplified feelings of lust. But he went to bed every night and knew the truth, that he was in love, and he did not want it. At one time he had thought that he had wanted to be in love and to be loved, but he did not realize the price that came with it, a price he was not willing to pay.
After a few days, Katerina became desperate. She had tried every means necessary of trying to be alone with the captain, but to no avail. He would have no part of it. She sometimes dreaded seeing him at dinner for she knew he would not speak to her, he had also been avoiding her eyes lately, as if her looks could kill him. The only time she ever felt any tender feelings from him were at night, when he came into the cabin and slept next to her. He would hold her during the night, but if she ever stirred or woke up he would always pretend to be asleep to avoid conversation.
Despite their lack of communication, they made love often, always at night. It would always be Hook who started it and finished it. The fact that their sex life was so healthy only added to Katerina's feeling of being a whore, and sometimes she debated on rethinking her proposition with herself to stay with him. But when night came he would always come and make her feel so wonderful. Without a word he would make her feel like the most wanted woman in the world, but afterwards the reality of her situation would strike her harder and harder as the days went by.
One day Katerina became so desperate that she went to Smee.
"Mr. Smee, I was wondering if you could let me dine alone with the captain tonight?" she asked politely.
"I don't know, miss. He'll be very displeased..." he started.
"Please." She begged, cutting him off. "I must speak with him, alone." Mr. Smee looked upon this child with pity. He was not as stupid a man as most people thought. He had known something would happen between these two, from the moment Hook had brought her onboard. But that did not cut back the fear he had of his captain and what he would do if he betrayed him. He was about to decline when he saw the look in her face. It was a sad almost painful face; it made him want to cry. She certainly needed to talk to him, so all at once Smee nodded, unknowingly, in agreement. She smiled, gave him a big hug, and left to prepare for dinner.
That evening Katerina sat humbly at the dinner table going over once again what she was going to say, when suddenly Hook walked through the door and took all the words she had prepared right from her mind. He sat opposite her, avoiding her eyes and waited. Smee walked in only seconds later with a huge platter of what smelled like chicken. He placed the platter down then busied himself with filling up their glasses and putting napkins in their lap. While the Captain was taking a drink he silently made his departure from the room.
Katerina sighed and took a drink as well, rum. When she looked up she noticed the Captain was looking at her. He looked into her eyes for a split second before turning away to prepare to eat.
"Smee," Hook said in a gruff voice. "More rum." But there was no answer from him only the silence that surrounded the room. Hook looked up furiously at where Smee should have been standing. Katerina gave a silent gasp at how angry he looked and began to have second thoughts on whether she should talk to him now or not. She swallowed hard in her throat and began to speak.
"I told him to go." She said. His eyes flashed at her.
"You did what?" he said, in a low malicious voice. She stared straight into his face and continued.
"I wanted to speak to you, alone." She replied. "About that night..."
"Katerina, I do not wish to talk about it." He said firmly, but his anger seemed to drain away, to the need to get away from this touchy subject of conversation.
"But why? It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"What do you know of shame? I have a ship to run here and a boy to kill. I have no time for such...girly feelings." He replied, angrily. Katerina glared at him for what he had said, but at the same time knew why he was saying it. He was afraid of the feeling just like she had been. She understood now.
Hook got up violently fast, pushing his chair to a horizontal position on the floor, and then made his way towards the cabin door.
"James!" she said sternly, getting up from her chair as well. Hook stopped, his hand left the door handle and he turned back toward her. He did not know why but hearing his name for the first time out of her mouth sounded so good to him and he could not look away.
"You don't have to run from me. I promise I will not judge you. But please, why are you so angry?" she said, sadly. She commanded herself not to cry in front of him and although the tears never came, she still could not help the pleading look that entered her features. Hook watched her and knew that it was his fault. The weight pounded on his shoulders once more making him regret ever denying her the love he knew she deserved. He walked to her and kissed her. She returned his kiss as passionately as she could in her sad state. When they broke the kiss he continued to hold her in his arms, she laid her head against his chest.
"What have I done to make you so angry with me?" she whispered softly. He closed his eyes willing the feelings to go away, but they only came back harder as he felt her heart beat against him. Then all at once he knew he had to distance himself from her before they took over him again. He released her and stepped away. He did not wish to drive her away but what choice did he have. Completely resolved to their fate he spoke words that made him tremble upon hearing them.
"Maybe it's time I took you home." Katerina's eyes grew two sizes as the tears began to well up. Hook turned away from her, refusing to let her emotional display get the better of him, and walked out the door. As he shut it behind him he heard a smash and then loud heavy sobs. Although regretted saying what he did he continued to walk to the other end of the ship making sure he was nowhere near the sound of her tears for he knew if he stayed around them too long he would break.
Broken glass glistened on the floor where Katerina had thrown a vase against the door. Katerina lay sprawled on the bed balling her eyes out when Sarah and Mina flew up to the cabin window. They gave each other sympathetically knowing looks and unlatched the window. Katerina looked up at the sound of the window creaking open, but when she saw who had come to call she only cried more.
"Has he done this to you?" asked Sarah, as she landed on her shoulder.
"See...I hate to say I told you so but this is what you get for messing with pirates." Said Mina non-chalantly. Sarah threw her a meaningful glare.
"What, Sarah? I mean look at her." She continued. "You know its all Hook's fault." At the sound of Hook's name Katerina began to cry harder then ever.
"Some help you are." She shot at Mina. "Katerina, we've come to take you home." For a second it seemed like she would cry even harder when all the sudden she stopped and lifted her head up.
Katerina heard Hook's words burn in her head, and decided that she would make her decision once and for all. If he didn't want her then she would leave. She looked at the fairie and the only lost girl and nodded solemnly. She got up and began to walk toward the window when she stopped again.
"What?" asked Mina.
"I must do something before I go." She said almost robotically. Katerina walked to Hook's desk and picked up a blank piece of parchment. A few minutes later she folded the parchment and laid it back on his desk. Katerina walked up to the fairie and was thrown dust on, but she would not rise into the air.
"Hey it doesn't work unless you think a happy thought." Said Mina, but Katerina remained still as if she heard nothing. A few tears rolled down her cheeks. Sarah looked around the room for something to carry Katerina in, for it was obvious to her that Katerina had no happy thoughts to speak of at the moment. Her eyes fell on a thick red blanket and she flew over to it, picked it up and placed it on the floor.
"Katerina lay down on top of the blanket." Said Sarah. Katerina obeyed without hesitation. Mina stared at Sarah confused.
"Ok Mina, take that side of the blanket and I'll take this side." She continued. "When I say go we'll fly up and carry her home." Mina nodded in understanding and grasped a clump of the red velvet in her hand.
Katerina lay there not really thinking of much. She knew in a way that what she was doing was probably the best for both of them. But her rational thought was her front. She really wished that Hook would barge through the door just in time to catch them leaving and prevent it. No such luck. She felt the velvet grow tight around her back and soon she began to sway as she was lifted into the air. She closed her eyes as the last light of Neverland faded into the darkness of the night sky.
Hook's POV
I had been pacing the ship most of the night trying to keep the thoughts of what I had said from my brain, but to no avail. I had hurt both of us, all because of my stupid pride. Resolving to go back and make things right, I opened my cabin door. But there was no one there. Almost immediately I noticed one of the blankets from my bed was gone. Where is she? I thought. Then it occurred to me that I might have driven her away. This thought scared me more then ever and I fled from the room.
It was midnight when I began to search the ship but by one in the morning neither I nor my crew could pick up even a scent of her. I was starting to panic; there are only so many places she could be. I sat in my cabin trying to think strategically where she might have gone.... The Island! I was out of the room in seconds.
"Prepare a long boat!" I yelled.
"At this time a night?" asked Starkey. I plunged my hook into his gut within seconds; this was no time for questions. It was already two 'o'clock in the morning. I swore an oath that if I found her, I would never deny her love ever again and with that in my mind I left my ship.
I returned to my ship just as the sun was beginning to rise. There was no sign of Katerina anywhere on that accursed island. I laid on my bed and heaved a heavy sigh. My eyes closed and my mind went blank. How could this happen? What have I done? I thought sadly. My eyes snapped open. Refusing to cry I did the next best thing, I headed straight for the rum. But when I reached the table my eyes fell on the spot right beside the bottle. There I found a folded piece of parchment and on the front of it in bold script read my name ..."James".
Over the course of the next week their relationship, if you could call it that, was little to non-existent. Katerina continually tried to be alone with the captain, but failed almost every time. He had become almost stealthy in his ways of avoiding her. The only time he ever allowed her near him was during their mealtimes, and even then he had Smee stay in the room so she would speak nothing of what had happened between them. Every time he looked at her he saw the questioning that was on the tip of her tongue, and he knew one day he would have to give her an answer.
Hook was not all bad in his musings; it hurt him inside to know that she cried every night. He felt the weight of her grief on his shoulders everyday, but he still could not bring himself to explain to her that he loved her. Hook got up every morning and convinced himself that the feelings for Katerina were merely amplified feelings of lust. But he went to bed every night and knew the truth, that he was in love, and he did not want it. At one time he had thought that he had wanted to be in love and to be loved, but he did not realize the price that came with it, a price he was not willing to pay.
After a few days, Katerina became desperate. She had tried every means necessary of trying to be alone with the captain, but to no avail. He would have no part of it. She sometimes dreaded seeing him at dinner for she knew he would not speak to her, he had also been avoiding her eyes lately, as if her looks could kill him. The only time she ever felt any tender feelings from him were at night, when he came into the cabin and slept next to her. He would hold her during the night, but if she ever stirred or woke up he would always pretend to be asleep to avoid conversation.
Despite their lack of communication, they made love often, always at night. It would always be Hook who started it and finished it. The fact that their sex life was so healthy only added to Katerina's feeling of being a whore, and sometimes she debated on rethinking her proposition with herself to stay with him. But when night came he would always come and make her feel so wonderful. Without a word he would make her feel like the most wanted woman in the world, but afterwards the reality of her situation would strike her harder and harder as the days went by.
One day Katerina became so desperate that she went to Smee.
"Mr. Smee, I was wondering if you could let me dine alone with the captain tonight?" she asked politely.
"I don't know, miss. He'll be very displeased..." he started.
"Please." She begged, cutting him off. "I must speak with him, alone." Mr. Smee looked upon this child with pity. He was not as stupid a man as most people thought. He had known something would happen between these two, from the moment Hook had brought her onboard. But that did not cut back the fear he had of his captain and what he would do if he betrayed him. He was about to decline when he saw the look in her face. It was a sad almost painful face; it made him want to cry. She certainly needed to talk to him, so all at once Smee nodded, unknowingly, in agreement. She smiled, gave him a big hug, and left to prepare for dinner.
That evening Katerina sat humbly at the dinner table going over once again what she was going to say, when suddenly Hook walked through the door and took all the words she had prepared right from her mind. He sat opposite her, avoiding her eyes and waited. Smee walked in only seconds later with a huge platter of what smelled like chicken. He placed the platter down then busied himself with filling up their glasses and putting napkins in their lap. While the Captain was taking a drink he silently made his departure from the room.
Katerina sighed and took a drink as well, rum. When she looked up she noticed the Captain was looking at her. He looked into her eyes for a split second before turning away to prepare to eat.
"Smee," Hook said in a gruff voice. "More rum." But there was no answer from him only the silence that surrounded the room. Hook looked up furiously at where Smee should have been standing. Katerina gave a silent gasp at how angry he looked and began to have second thoughts on whether she should talk to him now or not. She swallowed hard in her throat and began to speak.
"I told him to go." She said. His eyes flashed at her.
"You did what?" he said, in a low malicious voice. She stared straight into his face and continued.
"I wanted to speak to you, alone." She replied. "About that night..."
"Katerina, I do not wish to talk about it." He said firmly, but his anger seemed to drain away, to the need to get away from this touchy subject of conversation.
"But why? It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"What do you know of shame? I have a ship to run here and a boy to kill. I have no time for such...girly feelings." He replied, angrily. Katerina glared at him for what he had said, but at the same time knew why he was saying it. He was afraid of the feeling just like she had been. She understood now.
Hook got up violently fast, pushing his chair to a horizontal position on the floor, and then made his way towards the cabin door.
"James!" she said sternly, getting up from her chair as well. Hook stopped, his hand left the door handle and he turned back toward her. He did not know why but hearing his name for the first time out of her mouth sounded so good to him and he could not look away.
"You don't have to run from me. I promise I will not judge you. But please, why are you so angry?" she said, sadly. She commanded herself not to cry in front of him and although the tears never came, she still could not help the pleading look that entered her features. Hook watched her and knew that it was his fault. The weight pounded on his shoulders once more making him regret ever denying her the love he knew she deserved. He walked to her and kissed her. She returned his kiss as passionately as she could in her sad state. When they broke the kiss he continued to hold her in his arms, she laid her head against his chest.
"What have I done to make you so angry with me?" she whispered softly. He closed his eyes willing the feelings to go away, but they only came back harder as he felt her heart beat against him. Then all at once he knew he had to distance himself from her before they took over him again. He released her and stepped away. He did not wish to drive her away but what choice did he have. Completely resolved to their fate he spoke words that made him tremble upon hearing them.
"Maybe it's time I took you home." Katerina's eyes grew two sizes as the tears began to well up. Hook turned away from her, refusing to let her emotional display get the better of him, and walked out the door. As he shut it behind him he heard a smash and then loud heavy sobs. Although regretted saying what he did he continued to walk to the other end of the ship making sure he was nowhere near the sound of her tears for he knew if he stayed around them too long he would break.
Broken glass glistened on the floor where Katerina had thrown a vase against the door. Katerina lay sprawled on the bed balling her eyes out when Sarah and Mina flew up to the cabin window. They gave each other sympathetically knowing looks and unlatched the window. Katerina looked up at the sound of the window creaking open, but when she saw who had come to call she only cried more.
"Has he done this to you?" asked Sarah, as she landed on her shoulder.
"See...I hate to say I told you so but this is what you get for messing with pirates." Said Mina non-chalantly. Sarah threw her a meaningful glare.
"What, Sarah? I mean look at her." She continued. "You know its all Hook's fault." At the sound of Hook's name Katerina began to cry harder then ever.
"Some help you are." She shot at Mina. "Katerina, we've come to take you home." For a second it seemed like she would cry even harder when all the sudden she stopped and lifted her head up.
Katerina heard Hook's words burn in her head, and decided that she would make her decision once and for all. If he didn't want her then she would leave. She looked at the fairie and the only lost girl and nodded solemnly. She got up and began to walk toward the window when she stopped again.
"What?" asked Mina.
"I must do something before I go." She said almost robotically. Katerina walked to Hook's desk and picked up a blank piece of parchment. A few minutes later she folded the parchment and laid it back on his desk. Katerina walked up to the fairie and was thrown dust on, but she would not rise into the air.
"Hey it doesn't work unless you think a happy thought." Said Mina, but Katerina remained still as if she heard nothing. A few tears rolled down her cheeks. Sarah looked around the room for something to carry Katerina in, for it was obvious to her that Katerina had no happy thoughts to speak of at the moment. Her eyes fell on a thick red blanket and she flew over to it, picked it up and placed it on the floor.
"Katerina lay down on top of the blanket." Said Sarah. Katerina obeyed without hesitation. Mina stared at Sarah confused.
"Ok Mina, take that side of the blanket and I'll take this side." She continued. "When I say go we'll fly up and carry her home." Mina nodded in understanding and grasped a clump of the red velvet in her hand.
Katerina lay there not really thinking of much. She knew in a way that what she was doing was probably the best for both of them. But her rational thought was her front. She really wished that Hook would barge through the door just in time to catch them leaving and prevent it. No such luck. She felt the velvet grow tight around her back and soon she began to sway as she was lifted into the air. She closed her eyes as the last light of Neverland faded into the darkness of the night sky.
Hook's POV
I had been pacing the ship most of the night trying to keep the thoughts of what I had said from my brain, but to no avail. I had hurt both of us, all because of my stupid pride. Resolving to go back and make things right, I opened my cabin door. But there was no one there. Almost immediately I noticed one of the blankets from my bed was gone. Where is she? I thought. Then it occurred to me that I might have driven her away. This thought scared me more then ever and I fled from the room.
It was midnight when I began to search the ship but by one in the morning neither I nor my crew could pick up even a scent of her. I was starting to panic; there are only so many places she could be. I sat in my cabin trying to think strategically where she might have gone.... The Island! I was out of the room in seconds.
"Prepare a long boat!" I yelled.
"At this time a night?" asked Starkey. I plunged my hook into his gut within seconds; this was no time for questions. It was already two 'o'clock in the morning. I swore an oath that if I found her, I would never deny her love ever again and with that in my mind I left my ship.
I returned to my ship just as the sun was beginning to rise. There was no sign of Katerina anywhere on that accursed island. I laid on my bed and heaved a heavy sigh. My eyes closed and my mind went blank. How could this happen? What have I done? I thought sadly. My eyes snapped open. Refusing to cry I did the next best thing, I headed straight for the rum. But when I reached the table my eyes fell on the spot right beside the bottle. There I found a folded piece of parchment and on the front of it in bold script read my name ..."James".