I don't Hook, though I can claim Mary, the guy she punches, the blacksmith, and a later musician as mine. I also stole the line Mary uses when she beats Hook from First Knight, but that was a good line to use there.

Yes, more seduction, my friends! Though it's really more strengthening of the bond of friendship... and still the fact that Hook wants in her pants.

It was Hook who first attacked. He was astonished to find that Mary was very proficient and had excellent form. His every thrust was parried and met with one of equal or greater power. As they fell back for a moment, he noticed that she hadn't even broken a sweat!

"Not bad for a girl," someone in the crowd shouted. Hook and Mary looked over at the man.

"Not bad for anyone," Hook corrected as Mary punched the man in the jaw. "Nice right hook," he commented as they squared off again.

"Thanks." Again they locked swords, the crowd reacting with awe as sparks flew from their swords.

"Captain, may I offer you a bit of advice?" Mary asked, dodging Hook's lunge. She used his momentum to push him behind her and start backing him into a wall.

"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me either way." Hook tried to defend against her sudden onslaught, but was still driven back. He felt his back hit a wall, and then Mary's sword caught his and pulled it out of his hands. She caught it and put both points to the captain's throat.

"Hang on to your sword," Mary said triumphantly as the crowd burst into applause. She smiled and flipped the sword around, pointing the hilt to Hook. He took it back, marveling at her skill.

"You're one of the best fighters I've ever seen, Miss Williams," Hook commented as he sheathed his sword. She shrugged and went back to the black smith's shop.

"How much for this?" she asked the smith. He shook his head.

"It's yours. That performance was your payment. Enjoy it." The smith smiled and went back to his forge, handing Mary the sheath for her sword.

"Thank you," she said as she put it on her belt. She turned back to Hook and they started towards the inn.

"So, what else can you do?" Hook asked as they walked. Mary looked at him in puzzlement. "Shooting? Archery? How are your hand to hand skills?"

"You mean you don't mind that I'm better than you?"

"Mind? I love the challenge! It's refreshing to have someone on my level of intellect and combat skill." Mary and Hook walked in silence, Mary lost in thought. He liked her better because she could fight!

They walked on in silence, each trying to unravel the other's slight insanities. Mary had never met anyone like Captain Hook, though she was pretty sure there was no one in England like him. Not anything like the pigs she was used to. They always deserved the thrashings she gave them, but not Hook. He was respectful, but not in a domineering way, when he wasn't being a bloodthirsty cutthroat.

"Now, I believe we were here for breakfast?" Hook asked, jolting her from her thoughts. Mary nodded and Hook led her to an inn. The crew was already there, getting nice and drunk for the upcoming pillaging. He guided her through the drunken pirates to a table at the back; clearly his, as it was polished and quite clean. "I'll be right back," he said as he pulled her chair and went to the kitchen. Mary looked around the inn with interest, watching the pirates make fools of themselves. They would all be sick the next morning, but they clearly didn't care.
Meanwhile, Hook was having an impolite discussion with the innkeeper.

"What do you mean, you won't serve me?" the captain growled, his eyes sparking red.

"Your crew nearly destroyed my inn the last time you were here, and they seem to be well on their way to doing so again," the man said quietly, backing away.

"I pay you well, don't I?" Hook asked, placing his hook under the innkeeper's chin, forcing him to raise his head.

"Y-yes, sir, you s-surely do, but-" He trailed off into a whimper as the hook was pushed harder into his throat.

"But nothing. If you want to keep all your vital organs, you'll do as I say, am I clear?" Hook removed the claw as the innkeeper nodded vigorously. Hook rejoined Mary, sitting across from her. Lars Ericson, a pirate who was more known for musical ability than intellect, began playing a lively tune on a violin, and the rest of the crew began calling for the captain to dance.

"Why don't we?" Mary asked with a small smile. Hook shifted uneasily. His carving aside, he was an idiot on the dance floor.

"I don't dance," he replied quietly, his face turning red.

"Neither do I, but they will get very irritating very quickly, and the sooner we do as they ask, the sooner they'll be quiet." Hook sighed and stood up, offering her his hand. He moved with her to the center of the room, where the crew had cleared space for them.

"Any bruised toes are your own fault," he warned as he took her hand in his and placed his hook at her waist. She smiled and put her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not worried. I've been warned." Hook nodded. Mary smiled and they danced.

As they danced, Hook found to his amazement that he wasn't doing as badly as he normally did. Somehow, he was moving almost gracefully, and was enjoying himself.

"You aren't all that bad, James," Mary said softly, so no one heard her use his first name.

"Thank you, Mary. You're a fine dancer yourself." He twirled her out, and then spun her back into his arms, lowering her in a dip for a moment. She laughed as she came back up, quieting as her momentum pushed her face close to his. She ran her tongue over her lips, which were suddenly dry. Hook swallowed hard, his breathing shallow. He could just lean in and take a kiss...

"Perhaps we should sit down," the captain said, backing away from her.

"Yes, that's probably wise," Mary said, almost disappointedly. The crew was definitely disappointed as they moved back to their seats.

"We'll dance again later, if Miss Williams wishes to," Hook said, pulling out Mary's chair.

"I would like that, Captain." Hook smiled and took his seat. Their breakfast had come, and he was quite hungry, with the dancing. As he ate, Hook watched her closely, his mind starting to unravel her.

"So, what made you think you couldn't dance?" she asked, biting into a piece of toast.

"Usually, when I dance, women have to soak their feet afterwards. And you? Why don't you dance?"

"The last time I danced... I asked a question of the gentleman- I don't even remember what it was- and he slapped me across the face. I never danced in England again." Hook put down his tea cup in astonishment.

"And no one thought what he did was wrong?"

"No. My father said that I probably deserved it. Women are to be seen and not heard." They ate in silence, Mary trying to drive unpleasant memories from her mind, and Hook trying to figure out why such a spirited girl like Mary would be so unhappy and why she was so different than the other women he'd seduced.
The song played (as I imagine it) is an Irish fiddling tune called Ryan's Rant. I doubt anyone's ever heard of it, but it might be found on some music sites, butI don't know, since the only reason I know it is because I've played that song several times myself. And yes, Mary's life was hell before she got there, but there is a reason for it, I promise.