(Hi everyone.This is my first fan fiction so please don't be too harsh with me…don't make me walk the plank for my spelling and grammar mistakes! I own no character, all is from J.M Barrie's wonderful stories and the 2003 film with astonishing Jason Isaacs'performance as Cap.James Hook.For more about me and the things I do please visit my site.I'm preparing more chapter for this, but it will take me time since English is not my language and I have tons to do at university.

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Marmalade and mermaids

'But of course,there are things in that nightmare of yours, that are pretty entertaining'Captain Hook chuckled to himself, glaring at the long and quick waves the big things,half naked woman, half who-knows-what fish, made on the darkened sea.

'said something ,capt'n?'Smee bolted at this right on the ready to seek for a hide.

'nothing, you old peg of…'he stopped, still surveying the dark line of the coast. Something was amiss in the story right now.'Ah'he thought'i'm supposed to go on hunting for that brat…and see him there dancing with Wendy…'He bit his lip with frustration.The episode at the Black Castle had already been bitter enough for him to go on seeking the he not just turn and go away from that insolent boy?Leave him to his own mischief?Could Hook and George have only one night to either of them? Hook knew Pan needed no entertainment on his part to have a good time…Maybe it would not matter if any other of the crew assumed the role of captain and followed suit of a new vendetta.But,he sighed putting down the spying glass for a moment, he knew too well how the story unfurled itself because he had been re-enacted it for so long…There was no escape. The island and maybe dark magic or some irresistible force drove him again and again to the same actions, decisions and mistakes.How many nights? He had attempted to get some answers from Smee, but his bosun seemed just either too stupid to know or too careful to try his Captain's patience.

'sir?' Smee tried again, sensing something odd around the captain.

'I need a boat, Smee. I will be going ashore'

'aye, capt'n!'

He knew no matter how hard he tried to alter the story it would just go on the same. Old. Alone. Done for. Of course, he knew it. His hook sank in the wooden rail and he gritted his teeth. Pure hatred and anger and only a word on his mind. Revenge.

Going on a boat with pirates rowing silently in the night, with only a small lantern to guide your eyes to the water seemed like a new little adventure for the George part who still was conscious in his dream. He glanced over the ridge of the boat and saw again the bodies, fluorescent in the dark, of blue and white skin and fins. Long dark red,blue or raven black manes dancing in the streams of the boat and the movements of their strong, pale, creamy shoulders. He leaned over the border more insistently and to his men's surprise.

'mermaids' the George part wanted to cry with delight, thinking they were the best view, the most magical creatures he could ever get to seen, and so close…he only needed to touch the surface of the crystal clear water. He got closer, instantly relegating the Hook part who knew better to a shocked stance in his mind.It all happened to quickly for either Hook or George to react.A brown-haired dame arose from the surging waters,her breast blue with an iridescent glow that showed over her silk dark hair.Her hands clutching hook and hand,her mouth in a mocking kiss and her honey eyes leering at him.Impossible so…Hook wanted to cry and draw his hook over that sardine's throat.George paralysed and with him also the body the two of them shared.And with that a splash and the boat tumbled on the waves,the men crying aloud in the night for their captain.

'capt'n!'Smee screamed to his lengths' full strength.'Sir!'

all men knew better than George that they had to stay on board and the farther the better from the mermaids,so they clung to the boat waiting for their captain's shrieks while the mermaids devoured him.

Even Hook himself waited for the tearing and clawing on his flesh,a sight of blood on the water that he rememberd and feared ever since that boy got hold of his hand,of his hand with his body moving on that accord…the hook shone on the dark water and he stared at its moonlight form.Then the mermaid, the same who had captured him started kissing him hard on the mouth.First he thought she wanted to drown him,get all the air from his lungs.Surprised he backed away when he felt her arms hugging him,her tail naughtily tugging around his legs.Was she drowning him or simply enjoying herself on him?

'george' the mermaid whispered in his ear. And then Hook knew, and George also.

'mary' he grunted waking up in his wife arms.All in darkness except for the window showing the blurred grey clouds of London sky.'mary I was…asleep'he began a bit confused.

'george,I just thought it was too early and…'she caressed his chest mockingly'I didn't want to wake you up…just a kiss and a hug,dear'

'indeed'he grumped getting his glasses and putting them on his nose.'mary,i…I think…I thought that…'he paused.He didn't have anything to say,nothing thought,nothing in his mind.She kept on caressing him and kissing his cheek'yes,it is too early still,but…maybe i…'he stammered,uneasy about the sensation he had on his lower self,a place he knew too well society wanted him to disregard.And think about the cost…It was not safe,Mary did not think about consequences of…

'go on and let us have some fun,you stupid pig'Hook's voice made him stop short on his stammering.Of course not.A nightmare was a thing and a voice on your brain is another.His eyes searching for an escape out of a situation he didn't feel like getting involve right now with his mind's state.'I…I…I need a tea,dear'he decided getting up and dressed with his gown.'I definitely need a tea and maybe…maybe…a…a toast!yes,I'm a little bit hungry'he stammered getting his slippers and not glancing back to Mary who was entertaining herself now caressing the pillow and leering at his back,the mermaid still showing on her,or was just George's imagination running wild?He closed the door silently,gasping for air.

'oh,you repressed scum'Hook gruntled still grasping the door.

'sh'George said in a calmed voice'leave me alone'he pleaded with desperate eyes,looking up at the ceiling,expecting the sweet deliverance of providence.

'no way'Hook snapped and when George turned the mirror gave him back a disturbing image of a George coolly standing on the door,leering maliciously and his right hand waving a dismissal to the George who gasped in shock.

'no!'George cried.Belatedly he realized he could have awoken his children,surprised Mary or Nana. he closed his eyes,his hand on his mouth to shut up any consternation.

'you fool' he said more calmly'it's all in your mind…you're only having nightmares all over' he went downstairs,feeling odd,glancing over all the little details of his home,as if he was not too sure if indeed he was there.He got to the kitchen and made tea.That soothed his mind…and his body.He sighed sipping his tea and getting a toast with sliky marmalade. He surprised himself when he took the peach marmalade and dispensed himself a more than generous serving on his otherwise meagre bread.He did not like…wait, he savoured the mouthful he got.He did like it.But distinctively he remembered the time he had said peach was not for him…Suddenly the blue glass light gave him a shrud. the colour,the sensation of darkness that it had around was just like that of the mermaid. Another mouthful and he gave a sight.Was it Mary entering into his dream? Or just like the children who were there for his mind's sake and madness?A sip of tea and he swallowed.

'Mad…I'm going mad' he sighed.