Unloved Like Me
Sravenvampirefan and Thunder Rose thanks for your reviews. I can't believe how much I messed up on Hook! Well I'll fix the last chapter right away. Please also pardon the likeness to Jack Sparrow and Captain Hook. I just want a slight resemblance in looks, none what so ever in personality etc. I'll really try hard to keep away from that, thanks!
P.S. You might notice that sometimes I add details about Hook that vaguely remind you of Rhett Butler...
Also thanks Mll Amethyste for all your information on Captain Hook! It'll help me a lot in writing this chapter and keeping his likes and dislikes in mind. Thanks for the review!
Thanks Meg, Hil, Tiffany and Yuki Asao for their kind reviews as well!
Chapter 2
Jenna opened her eyes and yawned. A blurry wood ceiling came into focus as she blinked her eyes quickly. 'Where am I?' a small voice wondered in her head as she looked around the room. She jumped as she looked next to her and found a black haired man snoring loudly.
'What the hell!' she yelled as she stumbled to the floor, the sheets of the bed wrapped around her legs. The strange man opened his eyes abruptly and smiled when he saw Jenna.
"I hope you had a good night's sleep," he said kindly, getting out of bed and stretching. Jenna then realized that he didn't have a piece of clothing on and was nude. She threw a pillow at him and turned around, covering her eyes.
"Cover yourself!" she muttered loudly. The man smiled and made no attempt to get dressed.
"My dear, you are not wearing much either." Jenna looked down at herself all she had on was a long shirt that opened three inches above her belly button and reached down halfway to her knees.
"Scoundrel!" Jenna yelled, turning around and not caring whether he was clothed at not. "You took advantage of me!"
"I did not!" the man exclaimed, whom Jenna faintly remembered as Hook. "You choose that piece of clothing yourself, don't you remember?"
"Liar!" Jenna hissed, wrapping the white linen blanket around her torso.
"I am not!" Hook replied indignantly, heading into another room.
"Well how did I end up-" she stuttered awkwardly, "in bed with you?"
"Dear, I offered the bed to you and you took it."
"Well couldn't you at least sleep on the couch or something, and why were you NUDE?"
"I sleep nude, 'tis the natural way of slumber for men."
"Men!" Jenna hissed, wrapping her arms around herself. "I hope your crew don't sleep naked together."
"What's wrong with that?" Hook asked confused.
"Ewwww!" Jenna yelled disgusted. Hook shook his head and pulled out a pair of black breeches and flowing white shirt, complete with the standard puffy pirate sleeves.
"What would you like to wear, dear?" Hook asked pulling on his pants then shirt.
"I supposed you don't have a dress or anything of that sort, would you?" Jenna asked, wringing her hands.
The captain leaned his chin on the stump of his wrist. "Hmmm." Jenna gasped in shock. "Your hand," she gasped.
"Yes?" Hook asked defensively with furrowed eyebrows.
"What happened?"
"Pan cut it off."
"That boy?"
"Yes. Now dear how about wearing this?"
"But wait! Why would he cut off your hand? What does he have against you?" Jenna asked. Hook looked at her with skepticism.
"We're sworn enemies, remember? That little rodent has always been a thorn in my side. He always has to get in the way of things. I guess it's his instinct." Hook shrugged and busied himself with something else. Jenna had the impression that there was more to the Captain that often was buried beneath his cruel self and a deeper hatred towards this seemingly innocent Peter Pan.
"Sorry," Jenna murmured, sifting through piles of neatly stacked clothes.
"What are you doing?" Hook yelled, pushing Jenna away from the shirts. "Those are my finest blouses!"
Jenna had to stifle a giggle for he sounded scarily close to a gay man. No offense. "Who stacked all these?" she asked, gazing at all the piles of shirts, blouses and jackets.
"Me, who else?"
"I don't know, I just thought you might have some sort of servant or pirate do it for you."
"And let them touch my finery? Never." Jenna hooted, her sides shaking with laughter. A pirate, guarding his clothes? That was something unheard of.
"Here Jenna," Hook said handing her a lacy rash scarlet dress.
"You expect me to dress up like some show girl?"
"Just put it on. You can make your own amends to it." The captain left and she heard the sound of a door shutting soon after.
"Hmmmm." Jenna slid the long shirt off and slipped the dress on. For a moment, her body didn't seem to belong to her. There was some hidden corset in the dress that made her waist appear tiny and to make her bosom more voluptuous. "Oh Hook and the crew will like this," she giggled. "I wonder if Hook has any make-up perchance." Jenna looked through some wardrobes and boxes. "Plenty of Jewelry," she noted.
"You look stunning," Jenna spun around, her dress fanning out beneath her. The captain's long hair was straggly and tied back in a loose ponytail. He now had on leggings and boots, which gave his appearance a more sophisticated nature. Jenna couldn't lie to herself, the captain was unfairly handsome. Jenna held out her hand and curtsied.
"Shall we dance, milord?" Hook raised his eyebrows and coughed dramatically.
"Umm pirate, remember?"
"Of course, but pirates must know how to dance, can't they?"
"They might know a jig or two but never a dance."
"Do you know any dances, Sir Hook? With boxes full of jewels and clothing such as this, you must have come from high society, and perhaps have attended some balls?" she suggested. Hook looked amused.
"Come my lady, let us dance," he said striding to her and putting his hand on her slim waist. Jenna laughed playfully as he twirled her around in a ballroom manner.
"I knew you could dance!" Jenna scolded, looking up into the captain's baby blue eyes. Correction, previously I said they were brown, but several reviewers have alerted me they are blue, thanks!
"Although I am not allowed to lay a hand on you, would a kiss hurt?" Hook asked Jenna, bringing the dance to a slower tempo. She shook her head.
"You must wait, Hook. A first kiss is something cherished, not to be given right away."
"Then I'll wait then!" he said, twirling Jenna in elaborate circles.
"You better!" she warned, smiling at him as she was danced around. "Hook, can we get breakfast now?" she asked slightly out of breath. The captain had danced with her silently. Forgotten waltzes and marches starting coming back to him from the dim closets of his memory.
"Yes, of course," Hook replied, letting Jenna go regrettably.
"I could eat a horse," Jenna exclaimed, walking to the door.
"Wait!" Hook said, catching up with her fast pace, "Maybe I should go first and announce you?"
"Alright," she replied with a devious smile as Hook opened the door.
"Announcing Lady Jenna." All of the pirates stopped their work and stared at her wordlessly. She had much changed since she fell from the sky yesterday.
"Why look at 'er," a pirate whispered, "sheez' a lady."
"Blimey, she is," another exclaimed.
"I doubt 'at," an older pirate jeered. "Roomin' with the captain?"
"Aye," a few pirates agreed, winking at each other with unspoken thoughts.
"They all look so stricken," Jenna giggled nervously to Hook. "I don't look plain or ugly do I?"
"My dear, you are anything but..." he replied, sliding an arm around her waist, drawing her close to him. An obvious sign to the pirates that she was off territory.
"Where do we eat?" Jenna asked, staring cautiously at a one-eyed pirate, who had a purple pupil.
"Mess hall," the Captain replied. "It's rather boorish. We never clean up."
"Ew! Don't you get mold or mildew?"
"Rarely." The captain led his female captive down a small narrow stairs into a red painted parlor with a fat pirate playing the piano loudly in the corner. The man had a red striped kerchief and many fat rolls obvious under his baggy shirt. Pictures of nude women smiling decorated the room like paint. It was no wonder the pirates acted like obsessive men when they saw Jenna. She was the first real woman capable of real pleasure.
"Lovely décor," Jenna commented dryly.
"French women. They're the best, if you know what I mean." Jenna rolled her eyes in distaste.
"I hope you're French, my dear."
"I should slap you."
"I'd enjoy that." Furious, Jenna spun on her heel and slapped the Captain with force. His eyes opened at the sting and a distinct red, purple mark was left on his right cheek. She stepped backward a few feet, terrified of the terror that might soon follow. The Captain curved an arm around her waist, and another under her head. Then slowly he tipped her back slowly so she was gazing into his pale blue eyes.
"I am very tempted to kiss you right now," the Captain murmured. Jenna squirmed out of his hands and glared at him with anger.
"Leave me alone!" she hissed. "I thought we had it clearly stated that I was not your plaything!" The Captain laughed at her, reaching for her hair. Jenna spun out of his reach and ran towards the stairs. Hook watched her run with a smile. She was halfway to the Captain's quarters when she had the urge to get off this ship. "Outta the way!" she yelled as she shoved the pirates aside. The ship was decked only twenty feet away from land. Taking her shoes and socks off, Jenna prepared to dive into the water.
"Whaddya think shez doin?" a wrinkly pirate asked mopping the floor.
"Maybeez shez gonna go swimmin'....nude," another snorted.
"Here comes the Captain!" the wrinkly pirate hissed, resuming his fearful mopping once more.
"Where is she?" Hook demanded, as he stepped onto the to p deck.
"Over there, sir. 'Bout to take a swim."
"Catch her!" Hook shouted, as Jenna dove into the water. She resurfaced in a matter of seconds, gulping for air, and at once, she began to swim to the mainland.
"ASS'S!" the Captain yelled. "Why'd you let her get away?"
"We thought she was doin' it for you, Capt'in. Never knew she was doin' something wrong." Hook immediately unbuckled his guns and bullets. He quickly removed his hook and jacket.
"What're you doin' sir?"
"I'm going after her, imbecile!" Hook snorted as he too dived into the water. Jenna was swimming more slowly now. Her gaze was fixed upon the sandy shore.
"Careful of the croc!" someone yelled from the ship. Panic at once started racing through Jenna's veins. 'Swim faster!' her conscience yelled. Tingles and weeds brushed against her legs like the bites of minnows or the hide of a crocodile. At last, she reached the beach and lay down on the sand, gasping for air.
"Whew," she breathed heavily, her hands grasping clumps full of sand. The tiny, wet particles felt so soft against her skin and cheek. It was complete relaxation.
"Jenna!" She turned around to seek Hook staggering out of the water. White blouse plastered against him, revealing his muscular frame. Her cheeks flamed when she saw the captain, partly of anger, partly of the heat she felt.