Chapter Three of Unloved Like Me
"Why'd you run off?" Hook spluttered, his ponytail a dark mess with odd pieces of hair sticking up at random places, but still giving him the look of unquestioned authority and unworldly sexiness. His voice thundered, dark sea blue eyes mirroring an enraged sea, waves thrilling in a cataclysmic fury. He could have been Poseidon himself.
"You're disgusting," Jenna retorted, stepping up to the grass and off the sand beach towards a grove of towering trees. She told herself that she would not be intimidated by this man however attractive he was.
"Wait!" Captain Hook muttered, pulling off Jenna's dress accidentally, causing it to rip halfway between her knees and ankles.
"Bastard!" she shouted, turning on Hook and pushing him backwards into the water like a child in a temper tantrum. She kicked off the leather boots Hook gave her and sprinted off into the dark woods, her dress going well above her knees. Jenna's feminine fury aroused him and he sped after like a tiger after a gazelle.
"Jenna!" he called racing after her, "you can't leave me! You don't know anything about Neverland, my dear."
"I damn do," she called back. The Captain stopped abruptly and watched her race on. As on cue, she was lifted up into the air by a giant net made out of rope and camouflaged leaves. Jenna was hung upside down by her feet, all the blood rushing to her face giving her the appearance of a pretty tomato ready to burst. "GET ME DOWN, HOOK," she screamed trying to squirm out of the burning ropes that bound her feet.
"Why should I?" he replied gleefully, his mustache sprawling over his white teeth.
"Because, it's a man's duty to help a damsel in distress!"
"Jenna, you certainly don't look like an innocent damsel in distress to me. You're dress is reaching your chin and I especially enjoy the lacy pink heart panties you are revealing."
"Jackass," she hissed. "Get me down, damn it!"
"No, I don't think so. The Indians would enjoy you far more then I would." Jenna's face gradually started becoming pinker as her face blanched white.
"They wouldn't touch me would they?" she whispered.
"If pirates would, they would."
"Hook, please!" Jenna begged. "Don't let them get me."
"What would you give me in return?"
"Anything," she replied automatically. Hook raised his eyebrows in a naughty smile.
"Not that, jackass."
"Watch your tongue, lady. I'm not the one whose lace lingerie underwear are visible to the whole world."
"Fine, I'll go back with you Hook," Jenna sighed, her eyes tearing up a little, and she sniffed in dismissal.
"Well, I would truly enjoy getting you down, darling, but the only problem is I don't have anything to get you down with," Hook admitted with a regretful smile. Jenna burst out a sob.
"But Hook, you said you did."
"I didn't say such thing."
"So you're going to let me get raped by savages?" Several tears rolled down Jenna's eyes to her forehead and into her hair. The captain was touched.
"I will immediately go back to the ship and get a saw and knife to retrieve you down, my lady. Don't cry," he kissed her forehead softly. "One thing first, Jenna. May my reward be a kiss?"
"Yes," she replied, taking the hankie Hook offered her and dabbed her eyes. "Hurry!" she yelled as Hook kneeled close to her to give her the kiss. "Kisses come later, not now!"
"Yes madam!" Hook replied, walking away at a trot.
"FASTER!" she screamed angrily. A few feet away savages hiding in the leafy bushes watched the captain until he was out of sight. Softly they tiptoed up behind Jenna and grabbed her abdomen while two Indians, one standing on the other's shoulders, reached up to Jenna's feet and untied her. "Hook," she yelled, her screams muffled by a soiled rag they tied around her mouth.
"Where'd they get this woman?" a stocky Indian asked.
"Never seen her before," the other replied.
"Wonder if she goes to the chief."
"Or Peter."
"Why should he have her?"
The Indian with the blue painted cheeks shook his head frustratingly. "Everything goes to Peter. Person or thing."
Meanwhile...
Hook jogged back to the ship, satisfied to see a small paddleboat with crew waiting for him. "Where's the girl?" Peg Leg Sven asked, worriedly, wringing his hands nervously.
"Stop that!" Hook yelled pointing to Sven's hands with his hook. "It reminds me of the irreversible fact that unlike you, I don't not have a right hand. You wouldn't like to remind me of that would you?" Hook looked down on Sven with danger in his pupils.
"No sir," Sven stuttered, trying very hard not to look at the Cap'ains hands.
"The lady Jenna is presently stuck in one of the native traps. We need to get her out of there as quickly as possible." Sven giggled, his yellow, mossy teeth shining through his uncombed beard.
"Only an idiot would get themselves stuck in one of those," Sven chuckled.
"Like you," the Captain replied dryly and Sven immediately stopped his snorts of contempt.
"Captain," a small, pudgy man going by the name of 'Smee' said, "we have several weapons and knives in the boat so going back to the ship is not required."
"Excellent," Hook remarked, tweaking the sides of his mustache. "Follow me, chaps. We have a damsel to save."
Back to the Indians...
"Move," grunted the muscular Indian. Jenna shook her head violently. "Then I will have to carry you, squaw." Jenna silently screamed into the rag. For a quick hour, the Indians carried her through dense forests and up hills, over hills and down small mountains. She started becoming weary and closed her eyes until she fell asleep soundly.
A jab in the thigh and uncovering of her eyes made Jenna bolt awake. Several Indian women were touching and admiring the shine and softness of her hair. She blinked her eyes confusedly and shook her head slightly in disorder. The whispers of the women immediately subsided as they backed away from Jenna and exited through the tent flap.
The man she presumed to be the chief entered. He was a large man, not fat but muscular then most. His hair was dark black and there were faint lines of age creased in his face. He wore animal skin breeches and wore no shirt revealing a large broad chest. On his head was a decorative headdress.
Jenna clutched a blanket close to her and looked suspiciously at the man.
"How," he said.
"Hello?" she replied hesitantly. "Who are you?"
"Chief," he replied swiftly. Jenna nodded at him, her eyebrows raised.
"Why am I here?" she asked, chin pointed, arms across her chest.
"Squaw."
"Excuse me?"
"You are squaw."
"Whose squaw?"
"Mine." At his reply, Jenna's eyes widened and she shook her head ferociously.
"I'm NO one's squaw!" she yelled, frustrated with Neverland's lack of feminine rights. She had the theory that a woman was valued a little more then a camel there.
"You will be my wife."
At the word 'wife', Jenna was nearly ready to scream her lungs out. "Chief, I'm sorry but I can't become your wife."
"Why?" he demanded, his uni-brow furrowed in anger.
"I'm under aged," she protested meekly. The Chief shook his mane of hair and took a few steps towards Jenna.
"Ahhh," she started muttering, trying to climb up the poles of the tent. "Really Chief, I'm...already some other man's squaw."
"Whom?" he huffed.
"Uh...Captain Hook's!" she spoke without thought, regretting her words after they came out of her mouth. The Chief started laughing hysterically, bend over and his hands on his knees.
"What?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips almost defensive.
"We'll have to kill you then," he remarked still laughing.
"Why?"
"We kill liars."
"I am not lying!" she protested as he leaned out the door and motioned several men to come in. Two large Indians resembling Sumo wrestlers came into the tent and tied Jenna's hands to the pole in the center of the tent. She watched them leave miserably. Promising herself that she'd give a hundred kisses to the Captain if he could save her.
Back to the pirates...
"She was just here!" thundered Hook as he paced
"Well she's not now," Smee' replied.
"The savages must have taken her," Hook decided. "Their blasted chief has a notorious habit of marrying every woman he comes across."
Peg leg Sven rolled his eyes in disbelief. "How many wives has he got den?"
"57, about 15 he shares with other men and a few are unfortunate mermaids."
"Lucky bastard," Sven replied.
Back to the Squaw...
The chief nodded his large head and continued to giggle hysterically. He squatted down next to his hostage and rubbed her hair between his fingers tenderly.
"Death or me?"
"I'd rather take death," she muttered gutturally.
"Huh?" the chief asked.
A lightning bolt lit off in her mind and she decided to take a different approach to her freedom.
"You see, Chief," she said, smiling sweetly. "I would enjoy being your wife immensely but I, unfortunately am Captain Hook's hostage." The Chief cocked his head in question. "I'm his mistress," she whispered smiling seductively. Apprehension dawned in the leader's eyes and he laughed loudly.
"Lucky devil," he replied, pronouncing devil like DA-viLL.
"I know," she sighed, "but if you wanted a little romp, the captain wouldn't know." She hoped desperately that her idea of Native American politeness was correct.
The Captain shook his head profusely. "Never take another man's squaw without permission," he replied reaching for her hand.
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