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A Better World~Chapter 4~ Reconnaissance and Rescue
Lynette flew over the rippling water, her mind focused on staying hidden. She wove around the jagged rocks, watching the ship getting closer and closer. Mathias was at her side, pleading for her to turn back. He didn't understand what she was doing, or why…But Lynette had her reasons. The idea of sneaking up on the Jolly Roger and glimpsing the crew from her fairy tales was something she would not miss.
Everything else was the same here…well, maybe not everything. Lynette sighed to herself which caused Mathias to stop his rambling.
What is it?
Lynette slowed her flight only slightly as she turned to head straight down the rock's path, making sure to stay as out of sight as possible lest a pirate be watching the ocean from the ship and see her. "I feel like everything I was told about Neverland and Peter was wrong."
Told? Explain to me how you were told of this world?
"I thought I told you." She scoffed mentally when he shook his head. "There was book written…about all of this. Movies were made based on that book, but they were mainly cartoons and very G-rated." He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Lynette continued on, her hand dipping down to disturb the blue waters beneath her. "The Lost Boys are different as is Peter. They say Hook is dead which may be true, but only little things seem similar now."
Perhaps, Mathias started after a long pause. This person merely wrote of a dream they had of Neverland. Maybe they guessed. Maybe they were really here… Lynette looked over at her fairy and stuck out her bottom lip.
"It's just so disconcerting."
Maybe you should forget all you've read and all you've seen, and just start from what you truly know.
Lynette gave a huff of agreement and closed her eyes briefly. Opening them, Mathias noticed a gleam that had settled over them. "Maybe you're right."
Good. Now that we got that settled, perhaps we can head back to shore…?
"What? And miss spying on who's left on the Jolly Roger. No way!" She zoomed off, leaving Mathias slightly baffled.
But Lyn!! I thought that you…Oh, bloody hell. He growled to himself and sped up after Lynette who had disappeared beyond the rocks.
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When he found her, she was slowly circling the bottom of the ship, still only inches above the water. He decided to let her have a little bit of her own adventure and quite animatedly sat himself on the last rock of the barrier. Lynette looked up and stared at him, mouthing and gesturing for him to come over. But Mathias made it clear that he was not going to move, and whatever she did now was up to her.
Lynette rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
Moving to the starboard side of the ship, Lynette slowly began to rise staying as close to the ships hull as possible. It was a large ship, so it wasn't hard to stay hidden. She could hear voices coming from the deck, but couldn't make anything out. Waiting till she got to the railing before peeking over, she hid as far off to the side as possible. A fight had obviously broken out on deck, and two pirates were bantering back and forth, brandishing nasty looking swords at each other.
They weren't pleasant looking at all, and reminded Lyn of those over dramatized pirates you see in kiddie rides and on Halloween. She had expected something a bit more intimidating, but she figured that if you saw a 5 year old running around dressed exactly like one of these guys, then the awe was kinda sucked out of it.
But Lynette still couldn't believe it. She grinned to herself and wished Mathias was here instead of glaring at her from the rocks. A short, old man suddenly burst through the ranks of surrounding men. "Stop it!" he hissed warningly. "Stop it right now before you wake—"
"SMEE!!" came a bellowing voice from what she perceived was the Captain's cabin. The whole crew went deadly silent and paled. Lynette inhaled sharply, holding her breath as she waited for what was going to happen. "SMEE!" The voice erupted again, causing every man aboard, and one rail bound woman, to shiver dreadfully.
In a split second the door to the Captain's quarters was thrown open and the Captain, pistol first, came stalking out.
"What in the hell is all this ruckus about, Smee!?" he snapped, aiming the pistol at the old man who had broken into the scuffle earlier.
"W-w-well Cap'n, you see….um…these two got into a wee little fall out-" A gunshot cut Smee off. Lynette had to hold back a surprised yelp as one of the two men who were arguing fell over dead. Everyone backed away, turning to look at the Captain. Lynette covered her mouth as she gazed upon the Captain fully for the first time since he emerged.
He was tall and slightly pale, his curly dark hair contrasting greatly with his light skin. He stood importantly in front of his men, even without a shirt. He was an imposing figure that demanded the attention of all around him. He turned to survey the motley crew who served under him, in the process giving Lynette a better view of his face and…Lynette had to hold back yet another yelp of surprise.
A hook. Where his right hand should've been, there was instead a steel hook. Eyes wide, she slowly ducked behind the railing before she made a scene. Instead she merely floated there and listened in on the rest of the conversation.
"Now, I hope that showed all you inbred dogs how you are NOT to act on my ship!!!" She heard him stomp off back into his room. "Especially when I am asleep!!!!" he yelled angrily as he slammed his door. Silence still blanketed the ship like a fog…that is until she heard the door fly open yet again and the enraged voice of the Captain boom out over his crew. "Well, get back to work you bunch of mongrels!!" and the door slammed again as the sound of hurried footsteps and mumbled excuses were heard.
Lynette hovered there, dumbfounded. So he was still alive. Captain James Hook lived. Her heart beat hard in her chest, and she felt a surge of adrenaline as something else came to light in her mind. He was alive and Peter didn't know. She grinned mischievously at the thought of Peter and the Lost Boys reactions. She had a feeling that Peter would love to take up his old games involving the crew and Captain of the Jolly Roger.
Flying back around the ship, she found herself stopping at the windows which were sure to be those in the Captain's cabin. She grinned again and slowly lifted herself up so she could peer in the small slit between the curtains and the sill.
Hook was pacing the room, his arms behind his back and his head lowered. There had been no knowledge of Hook's return, so Lynette guessed that maybe he was staying confined to his ship until the right time. Lynette noticed something as she floated there watching him. There was a metal and leather harness that reached around his shoulders and down his right arm to hold the hook. She couldn't believe she didn't see it before. She had always wondered how one would keep such a weapon on one's person without it falling off.
She cocked her head to the side as she watched his lean, muscled form pace the length of his room and then turned to retrace his steps over and over again. He looked as though he had given up staying trimmed. His hair, though still curly, was frazzled slightly and rather unkempt; his beard and mustache slightly overgrown, a five o'clock shadow darkening the places that were once bare.
He looked like a wreck.
She watched as the door to his cabin opened and Smee entered. Smee slunk in quietly so as to not rouse his Captain's anger with unneeded noise.
"Cap'n?" he ventured softly, his hands holding an old cap and wringing it nervously.
"WHAT?" snapped Hook as he spun around, his dark hair whipping around with him, the curls catching in his harness.
Smee gave a high pitched yelp and stumbled back slightly, caught off guard by the Captain's reaction. Standing there for a few minutes, they just stared at each other—Hook glaring and Smee wringing the hat. Tilting his head to one side the older man finally spoke, his voice not quavering. "You look dreadful Cap'n."
Hook gave a him a wilting look that said "I know, Smee, I know." Before slipping back into his steely glare. "What have you found out?" He made his way across the room, past the large ornate harpsichord in the corner and too his bed wear a long white shirt lay.
"We've got word on the Lost Boys." Hook seemed to stand up straighter as he pulled the shirt over his head. His eyes flashed from the gaslights in his room as the shirt fell into place. "Rumor has it that there's a new one."
"A new Lost Boy?" Hook asked as he turned to walk towards the window Lynette was currently at before tuning instead and sinking into a large armchair. "And what of this new Lost Boy, Smee?"
"Well, they say he might be older than Pan."
"What?" Hook looked confused. "But anyone older than Pan should have died if they tried to get into Neverland…"
Smee nodded.
Lynette felt her throat close. She should've died? She didn't think it was that big a threat, just something that might happen…she bit her lip and strained to hear the rest of their talking.
"Well, the scouts have reported seeing him around Peter and the Lost Boy's tree house." Smee gave a grimace. "Only, Sir, they weren't able to stay long and aren't in any shape to go back." Hook raised an elegant eyebrow in question. "Well…The boys and Pan are at the same tree as before, only…Only now Pan's talked the fairies into watchin' over it. They catch sight of a pirate within shootin' range and it's all over. Ole One Eyed Bill will be lucky if he still has his one eye…and the use of his limbs." Hook merely looked in thought. That would prove a rather difficult oversight, and Hook didn't know of anyway to get around a swarm of angry fairies. "From what Bill and Cutter saw, they say he's got to sleep up high in the tree's branches," Smee continued. "'Cause there ain't no room for 'im inside." Smee let out a snicker, Lynette noticing how broad Hook's smile got at that.
"Well, Smee…I say we get the crew ready and devise a plan. I'd like to eventually meet the newest addition to the lost children of Neverland." Smee smiled toothily and turned on his heel, followed swiftly by the Captain.
Lynette watched quietly as the large door shut behind him, unawares of anything around her. She was suddenly tackled in mid-air by a streaking purple orb. Barely holding in her scream, she grabbed Mathias with one hand and threw herself against the side of the ship. "What was that for!" she hissed angrily down at him. He said nothing, but shook his head and held up a finger to his lips. He looked around and above them, as if expecting something to jump off the ship at them.
Lynette went to ask him what he was doing, when he shot up at her face, covering her mouth with his arms. Spluttering, Lynette flailed and shook her head, trying to get him off her. "Oh for Pete's sake!! There is nothing that's going to happ-" Lynette stopped in horror as a rather large net came suddenly at them. She tried to dart under it, but they had ropes tied to the bottom and yanked them up to catch her.
Mathias fought against the tightly woven rope net, pulling and biting with all his might. They knew you were there!!! He screamed at Lyn as they were jostled violently, heading upward towards the awaiting pirates. She clawed at them desperately and then felt like kicking herself when she remembered Mark's hunting knife in her back pocket.
Taking it out she sawed viciously at the net, smiling triumphantly as it gave way and let her slip out just before the top railing was reached.
She turned to stick her tongue out at the pirates when she noticed a certain violet glow had not gotten free of the net. "Mathias!!" she hollered as she reached for him, the pirates having already gotten it to the railing.
GO!! he screamed, his wings wrapped painfully in his current rope prison. Get Peter!! You can't face them alone…. He watched as she still floated there, ignoring the jeers and the raucous laughter from the pirates, and screamed once again, GO!!!
This time she went, taking off towards the island.
Mathias struggled uselessly against the heavy net, swearing as it only seemed to tighten around him. He didn't even notice the Captain sauntering up, a cold and calculating glare pointed at the failed crew members.
"So he escaped?" Hook asked one of the crewmen who held the net tightly wound.
"Yes Sir Cap'n…but," He smiled nastily down at Mathias. "We got his fairy."
Hook gave an evil sneer as he bent down to watch the still struggling Mathias. "Well, it seems as if you lot have saved your filthy hides again." He pointed his steel hook at Mathias, nudging him until he stilled. "I think we'll have a use for you yet, Little One."
Mathias looked up, fear written across his pale face, and found himself lost in Hook's cold, blue eyes.
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The forest seemed much vaster than it had upon first glance. The trees grew high enough to block out the sun, their branches reaching out for each other. Lynette pressed on, her heart in her throat and tears threatening to stream down her dirty face. Even flying she could not help stumbling, occasionally hitting low branches and bushes as she blindly searched for Peter and the Lost Boys.
She seemed to have been flying forever when she was suddenly thrown to the ground, a mountain of children tackling her and brandishing pointed spears and daggers.
She let out a terrified yelp and rolled herself into a protective ball, her mind screaming at do something else—something braver. The children were shouting, some in a language she didn't recognize, but there were voices that sounded familiar. Her eyes widened at the sound of peeling laughter.
"She's one of us!" Came Peter's voice over the tumultuous din. The flood of small bodies receded and allowed Lynette to breath, her heart pounding in her ears. She glared up at Peter for a minute before noticing that there were many more than he and the Lost Boys out.
There were Indians, both young and old, pointing still wary bows at her or staring at her skeptically.
"What do you mean?" questioned a female voice near Peter. Peter, who was sitting on a low hanging branch, looked down at a young girl about his age. She had 3 feathers in her headband that were blacker than the deepest night and when they caught the light, they shimmered with greens and purples. She had black stripes down the left side of her face, from her cheekbone to her chin. 'This must be Princess Tiger Lily.' Lynette thought to herself.
"We found her." Peter laughed. "She's not a Lost child…but more like a lost…umm…adult." He sniggered insanely at this prospect, and several others laughed too.
Lynette blinked in surprise, and then suddenly remembered why she had been racing through the forest so urgently.
"Peter!" she called, pushing herself painfully to her feet, her chest heaving against its brace. "Peter!! Something terrible has happened!!" Peter and the others stopped laughing and watched her stagger to her feet. Her arm was pressed across her chest as if the tackle had bruised her fragile being once again. Eric hurried over to her, but she pushed him away.
"Mathias was captured, Peter!" she nearly cried, looking at him then at Princess Tiger Lily.
"Your fairy?" Princess Tiger Lily ventured, tilting her head to the side. Lynette nodded fervently.
"Who caught him?"
"Captain Hook's crew!" she huffed, standing up straighter and pointing in the direction of the ocean. Peter's gaze turned angry.
"Why did you go near the Jolly Roger!?" Everyone turned to look at him, worried.
"I just wanted to see-"
"Well, no matter! Come on Lost Boys! Without Hook, a rescue mission will be easy!!" He glared at Lyn for a brief moment before turning to his group and smiling wildly, holding his sword up high. The Lost Boys and Indians cheered.
"No, wait!!" Lynette screamed as Peter began to hover. He looked down at her confused.
"What?"
"He's not dead."
"Who's not dead…?"
"Hook. I saw him. I did!! I don't know how…but he's alive and he knows about me." Peter goggled at her, his mouth hanging wide. There was a murmur that ran through the ranks that sent chills up Lynette's spine.
"Impossible. I saw the Crocodile—She ATE him!! In one gulp!!"
"Maybe he cut himself out! I don't care how he did it, he's still alive!"
"Why should we believe you? You're just a silly girl!" Lynette flushed and glared pointedly at him. There was a long moment of silence and whispers where they stared at each other.
Peter was snapped from his battle as Princess Tiger Lily touched his arm. "Peter. I believe her." She eyes Lyn warily, though, as she said this.
Peter only let out a huff and called Tinker Bell to his side. "Tink…The Lost Boys." Tinker Bell understood and took off, weaving around the Lost Boys until they were coated in shimmering dust. They all began to rise off the ground…All except for Lyn who had to provide her own. "Come on guys! We've got a fairy to save!!" Peter led the entourage up through the treetops and towards the famed Jolly Roger.
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"Peter, I'm sorry I went snooping." Peter said nothing. "Look; they all think I'm a Lost Boy. Okay? So don't call me Lynette…please." Peter looked over at her, a small frown on his face. It was so odd to see this boy, who seemed to never have any hardships or fears, to suddenly be put on edge.
"Then what will we call you?"
Lynette thought for a moment, her eyes glued onto the distant shape of the Jolly Roger. "Call me…um…Lenny. Yeah, that sounds good. Lenny." Peter screwed up his face as if he wanted to laugh at such an absurd name. Lynette pouted indignantly and was about to ask what was so funny about her fake name when Peter turned over onto his back and shouted at the following Lost Boys.
"BOYS!!" They stopped their talking and laughing to look at their leader. "When we are anywhere near the crew or Captain…Lynette will be called Lenny!!! The Lost Boys erupted in fits of laughter making Lyn's ears burn. They all agreed with nods as they were still giggling and snickering and couldn't communicate verbally.
Peter turned back over, a huge grin plastered across his childish face. Lynette assumed that he was no longer mad at her. He was so odd. Lynette exhaled noisily through her nose and sped up, the others rushing to keep up. 'I didn't think it was that funny.' grouched Lynette mentally.
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Hook sat in a large, plush armchair, the fingers of his left hand resting against his hook where, had he had a right hand; his fingers would have pressed together. He was watching the small lantern balanced on a pile of old books upon his desk. The lantern glowed with the light of the fairy caught inside. He smirked every so often as the fairy would become agitated and glow a brighter, almost angry magenta.
He had nothing to do now but to wait. The new Lost Boy would soon be here knocking upon his door for that wretched fairy of his. No doubt the newcomer would bring Pan, but that was okay. Hook's men were ready. He was ready.
Mathias glared from his glass and metal cage, the likes of which turned out to be strong against fairy magic. The glass was colored beautiful blues and greens, and had he not been locked within it, he would have admired its iridescent beauty. But sadly he was trapped, and no amount of running into the glass, nor hitting it his magic was going to make it budge. There were no ways of getting out.
He glared through the murky and swirled glass at the shape across the room that was Captain James Hook. 'I hope they get here soon…' he thought to himself as he slowly sunk to the cold metal bottom of the lantern, thanking the gods he had decided to take up wearing baggy silk pants.
Hook was intrigued when the light stopped flaring, and the knocks and rattles were no longer to be heard. Just a steady and vibrant glow from the lantern was his only proof that the fairy was even still alive. He was an odd fairy. Hook was amazed that a fairy of his kind was even on this side of the island, let alone wondering around with a brat.
His race lived on the Northern most area of the main Neverland island. They were notorious for being very social, yes, but never had he heard of their kind taking up with a human. They helped when they felt like it, but they thought that it was below them to stick with one human for too long…let alone bond to it. Hook knew that's what had happened to this fairy and his human boy. They were a match…It was as obvious as the hook on his right arm, and anyone who knew what to look for could see it.
Hook sighed. This entire predicament was very odd. How had a Lost Boy so old been able to get into Neverland…The light stirred, flickering azure hues around the room before settling down once again.
Hook smiled suddenly. Perhaps if this boy had been able to get through and live, he would be able to leave. He would just wait now. The brats and Pan would be here any minute.
He sat up straighter as a loud crash was heard outside his cabin, the sound of gun and cannon fire following. There was yelling and cursing, the sound of joyous laughter and gleeful commands from the leader of the Lost Boys. He could see a shadow every so often whiz by the small window over his door, and felt himself growing excited as he waited.
Soon.
He had slid out of his chair and had turned to grab his rapier from behind the chair, when the door flew open, and standing there was the shadowed figure of a young boy silhouetted against the bright sun.
Peter grinned maniacally from beneath the door frame, slightly floating where he was. "I see you're harder to get rid of than I thought. You really are a codfish!!" he laughed, pointing his sword at Hook.
"Ahh," Hook smiled as he brandished his own sword. "Care to try and finish what the crocodile could not?"
Peter said nothing only rocketed forward from his place in the sun and crashed his sword against Hook's. Hook easily pushed him off, twirling around to dodge another swing from Peters blade.
"You've been playing those silly games for too long." He smiled and ducked, bringing his sword up to swipe Pan's arm as he shot by. "You've gotten slow." He frowned and waved his sword back and forth in front of him like one would shake a condescending finger. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Peter looked enraged, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he peered down at the thin cut running up his left shoulder.
He was about to charge again, when a figure who had not been noticed during their fight, darted across the room and grabbed the lantern off the desk. The person then sprinted off towards the window. Peter's eyes widened as he noticed Hook turning to go after the figure. Hook merely hoisted his sword like a javelin, though, and chucked it at the window, hitting it moments before her hand reached for the latch.
Lynette glared at the sword as it bit into the wood, effectively lodging itself between the latch and the frame. No way of opening it now. She huffed and turned around to the Captain and Peter. Peter had shaken himself from his stupor and had once again soared across the room at Hook, who held him at bay with the metal claw as he reached for his other sword.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion: Peter lunged again, his sword hitting Hook's hook and sending up sparks. As the metal blades clanged and clashed, a scream erupted from outside causing Peter to whirl around worriedly. Lynette watched in terror as Hook took this opportunity to shove Peter off him and into one of the beams lining the opposite wall. Peter was dazed, his eyes rolling around in his head as his legs fought to keep him up and his hand fought to carry his sword. Hook advanced, ignoring the shrill scream from outside.
Lynette rushed forward the moment Peter had struck the wall, her mind set on stopping the Captain. But realization sank in that she had nothing to fight with, so in a sudden desperate move, she reached for one of the books that had held the lantern.
Hook raised his sword, his eyes flashing red. The sword sang as it cut through the air…and so did the book. The leather bound tome was hurled across the room with as much strength as Lyn could muster and she was happy to see it connect solidly with the back of Hook's head.
He staggered for a moment, his sword clattering to the floor as his hand lifted to feel his head. He turned around in confusion and anger to give Lynette the most horrible glare he could muster before the world around him fell away, and was replaced with endless blackness.
Lynette let out a gasp and a small squeal as Hook fell to the floor with a heavy 'thud.' Peter moaned and slowly got to his feet, rubbing the back of his head. He looked down at Hook then up at Lynette, a surprised look crossing his face.
"Um…Thanks? I guess." He said sheepishly as he noticed then how close he had been to being nothing but a mere legend. A dead legend.
Lynette was about to snap out something like "Hell yes, you should thank me!", but was cut off by a yell for help outside the cabin.
Peter looked alarmed and without another word shot from the room as balanced as he could, to help whoever had been in trouble.
Mathias's frantic chiming brought her back to reality and she stepped over Hook's prone body to get to the lantern. The light was changing shades and intensities as she stooped down to pick it up. "Hold on." she whispered down at the glass and metal fairy cage. Her fingers glided over the almost completely smooth surface, encountering resistance only from the metal frame.
Cursing she turned it over and over in her hands to find a latch or an opening somewhere. But none were found. She wanted to cry, the adrenaline still pumping through her, making her heart beat loudly in her ears. She had to hurry.
The incessant tinkling and her heavy breathing and heart beat were so loud she never even noticed the still form of Hook start to stir.
Hook's head swam, a dull throb on the back of his head hurting even more with his slow movement. He slowly cracked his eyes open, fighting back the urge to hiss as the light made his head throb painfully.
He was about to let out a string of curse words when he noticed a hunched form in the pool of sunlight coming from his locked window.
It was the Lost Boy who had knocked him out. His eyes narrowed and he sat up slower, making the least amount of noise possible. He watched the newcomer through slitted eyes. He didn't look to be very tall, but the thin fingers that worked across the lantern where not those of a child. His hair was a scarlet red that had been pulled into a small and almost ineffective ponytail.
The large T-shirt was a faded black and drooped over the young man's shoulder to show pale skin dotted in freckles.
Hook couldn't help but think how lovely such pale and speckled skin would look with the added spots of freshly spilt blood. He started forward, almost giddy that this boy was oblivious to the death that now hung over him.
He was almost there…almost…'clang!!' He swore loudly as his foot hit his discarded sword, sending it rolling a few inches across the wooden floors. The young man spun around, his indigo eyes widening in fear. The boy leapt up and backed as far away as he could.
Hook growled and started forward again, his hook raised. "I'll teach you, you hellspawn brat!" The boy gripped the lantern for dear life, his eyes never leaving Hooks.
Hook was nearly there and he watched in delight as the boy shook in complete terror and the fairy was babbling on in a different language. The boy blinked suddenly and, for only a moment, took his eyes off Hook to look down at the lantern in his hands. Looking back up with more confident gaze, he held the lantern up in one hand, and threw it to the ground.
It shattered in a million blue and green shards, the fairy soaring up in between Hook and his human. Hook took a swing at the boy, but was stopped by the fairy who was yelling something at the boy, who nodded and ran over to grab one of Hook's other sword.
Hook decided then that he didn't most definitely need that many swords in his quarters. The fairy let him go and he stood watching the boy try and brandish the sword. He had never fenced in his life, it was obvious.
The young man held the sword with both hands his stance wide and opened for any attack. Hook couldn't help but laugh before he brought his sword down. Lucky for him, the young boy blocked, holding Hook at bay for a brief second, before Hook attacked again. They went on like this, Hook quite enjoying himself.
The fairy flitted around for a moment trying to find a way to help, and with a shock of realization, Hook remembered the powers fairies possessed.
The little fairy had seen the sword lodged into the window, and within a moment of him circling it, the sword freed itself sending splintered wood to the floor. He had it levitating in mid air for a minute, before sending it streaking at Hook. He dodged most of it, the tip catching his right shoulder as it whizzed past, catching a strip of unprotected skin between his metal and leather harness. Blood began to flow freely almost instantly. By the time he had turned around, the boy and the fairy had forcibly pushed the window open and jumped out.
Hook raced to the window, glowering at the retreating back of the newest Lost Boy.
His door opened yet again a moment later, and a much disheveled and badly beaten Smee entered.
"They've all gotten away, Sir." He gulped fearfully as the Captain turned his glower towards his first mate.
"Ready a party to leave for the island." he said simply and reached his good hand up to run over the ripped and bloody sleeve of his right arm. "I have a score to settle." Smee nodded and hobbled out the door, leaving the Captain brooding over his new adversary.
He smiled wickedly as he imagined that pale skin stained with its own life-giving blood. His smile turned into a sneer as he made his way to his closet to change.
End Chapter 4…Thanks to all my reviewers and again to my beta, Lady Dragon-Knight.
How you like? What will happen next!? Will Lynette ever be found out to be a woman? (Well since this ain't slash, take a guess!) Who screamed? Does Hook like Lollipops? Will Hook kill anymore of his crewmen? *cough* Yes! *cough* Will Goldbryn make a guest appearance? *cough* No! *cough* Why? Why am I asking these stupid questions? Silver, why are you glaring at me? Where's my shoe? It's iced over outside and I have fallen 4 times…CABIN FEVER!!!!!! ::clears throat and looks at screen…:: Oh dear…sorry dudes…Going crazy^_^
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