A/N: Here is Chapter two! And yes this is based off of the movie Hook because he is sexy.
Disclaimers: Same apply!
"Smee," Hook said somewhat quizzically.
Smee came bustling about, addressing Captain Hook, a crooked smile upon his round, chubby face. "Yes, Captain Hook?"
"Sit."
He did.
"Smee, Smee, Smee…" he started, his brown eyes staring at the ceiling, his gloved right hand holding his silver piece of metal, "I like this Captain Newheart. She's very upholding. Very…fierce." He looked at Smee. "I haven't seen a Captain like that in many years. Many years." He sniffed loudly, then smiling. "I believe I would like to get to know her more."
Smee gave him a questioning look before knowing it was better not to ask questions. He smiled brightly and nodded multiple times. "Yes, she seems very nice. Very nice indeed, Captain Hook."
While making her way back to her ship she examined the ripped corset, not really paying mind to where each foot landed upon the wooden dock. Every pirate or object would seem to find their way out of her path. Her mind was running with the events that just happened. It excited her greatly. Hook held some sort of charm, magic even that drew her to him. Running a steady hand through her red hair, she sighed deeply and looked up. There stood Dustin, awaiting her to board her ship. She gave him a respected smile, walking up the plank and onto the ship. There was a moment of silence before Dustin broke the silence when they entered the Captains quarters.
"What happened," he asked, his eyes upon the tattered cloth she held in her hands.
"Long story," she sighed, throwing the useless garment on her oak desk.
"Well…what's he like? Anything on what the stories say?"
"Oh, yes. Very much so!" She smiled to herself, and then finally looked up at her first mate. "He's very much like the stories from what I encountered. Although, I could be wrong." She paused. "He's giving me a…tour I guess you could say, around Neverland. It should be interesting."
O'Connell furrowed his brows, wondering if that was such a smart idea. Yet, he wouldn't dare question her, for she was the Captain and respected her greatly. "Sounds like date." He didn't mean to say that. It was Newheart's turn to furrow her brows, but in a more angry manner. She tilted her head, her jaw wrenching about as if the words were unscrewing from her mouth.
"What is that suppose to mean?" She nearly hissed.
"Nothing Captain! Nothing, honest!" He held his hands up in a defensive pose, his eyes wide with fear. "I just meant it sounds great! And-and-and," he stuttered trying to fix his mistake, "it should be great for you to get out since you never do!"
"Oh, shut up!" Her hands flew up in the air, dismissing his utter nonsense. She shook her head and let out a deep sigh. "I get your point…" the tone in her voice seemed to have calmed down. She had indeed overreacted. Clarice wasn't one to shy about her emotions, yet never really cared for them either. So when, if ever, she felt hurt or sad, no one would ever know. Enough of discussing the events that happened, it was time for bed. She had a long day ahead of her.
Clarice tapped her booted foot against the old wood as she waited for Hook. She was early. Or was she? She could be late for all she knew. There were no god damn clocks anywhere. What was it with Hook and clocks anyways? She furrowed her brows in question, thinking about it. She was abruptly ripped from her mind as Captain Hook approached her with a bright, "Good morning, Newheart!" She whipped around and couldn't help but smile. His unbelievably curly hair was perfect, as were his eyebrows and mustache. He was a dashing looking pirate if she ever saw one. She cleared her throat and nodded.
"Morning."
"Let us begin, now." He constantly held that one of a kind, odd smile of his. It made Clarice smile herself.
He offered his arm and she took it with slight hesitation but nonetheless went along with him. They walked and walked upon the vast docking area, going over the different ships that lined the marina. Newheart was fascinated by the craftsmanship of these ships; especially Hook's. She always wanted hers to be a skeletal ship. Shows superior and puts out fear in others. Although, she believed it was enough and wanted to see something different for a change. She wanted to explore the forests and beaches of Neverland. They looked absolutely surreal and perfect. She stopped them from going any further.
"I would like to see the beaches…and forests…," she looked at him, waiting for an answer, his smile was gone, she felt she might have said something wrong, "if that is alright, Captain Hook." He merely stared her for a long moment then smiled.
"That is not my territory…" he began.
"Oh, well…if you are too afraid to go into the forest, I suppose I will go by myself…" she grinned to herself and started walking down a long path that would eventually lead into the woods of Neverland. Hook soon followed after her, laughing as he did.
"No, no, no dear Clarice. It isn't that," he caught up to her along the path, "I would just rather take you to the beaches first." He smiled that smile again.
She came to a stop and raised a brow.
"Alright."
At that she aloud James Hook to lead her down a path that veered off to the left that led down a somewhat steep hill. With great form, Hook took out his sword and began to clear the pathway of the large green leaves that hung low from the large tree's she did not know the name of. She followed closely behind him as he thrashed his silver sword, ridding the way of any brush in their way. Clarice could have helped; after all she did have her own sword and was capable of doing it herself. But it was nice for a change to have someone else do it without her ordering them to. The journey was rigid and long, but very exhilarating. Newheart couldn't believe how Hook knew how to move in that outfit of his. She had offered to hold his elaborate coat, but he merely said it was fine and kept on going. Every minute he amazed her. As did she him.
"Are we there ye--," she cut off as she came to a stop on a slant, looking over at the immense amount of sapphire blue water that spread out for eternity. Her eyes grew wide with envy and admiration. Her lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. James watched her intently and took her by the hand; his own hand finally freed from those gloves. The touch sent sparks though her fingertips and electrocuted through her veins. She didn't wish for him to let go. He led her down the hill made of dirt and brush before their shoes met the pearly, white sands that belonged to the magnificent beach.
Reluctantly Hook released his hand, feeling the same sensation she just had felt. He gave a questioning look to himself, wondering what this; these feelings were. He had never encountered them before. He shook his head and watched as Clarice walked in the sand in her knee-high boots, sinking into the beauty. His almond eyes followed her every move, not really sure if he should follow or just allow her to enjoy the scenery. But, wait. She turned around and looked at him, beckoning him to her.
"I'm waiting for you."
"Whatever for?" He chuckled and slowly went to her, balancing himself in the sand, but suddenly stopped as he caught a glimpse of something.
Clarice turned her head and looked into the water, noticing nothing. She then looked up and saw something fly overhead. She jumped back in surprise, drawing her sword and crouching down in the sand. "What the hell was that?" She hissed, looking up for whatever it may be.
There was a long pause before Hook grinned evilly, looking up into the blue sky.
"Pan." He muttered, before turning his gaze to Newheart.
"Pan? What? That does—what? Pan? You better enlighten me, Hook." She stood up, sliding her sword back in its rightful place.
"Peter Pan, my dear. I am sure you have heard of him? He runs the 'lost boys' in the woods." He pointed to the tallest of all trees in the distance where multiple forts and tree houses were evidently. The name rang in her head and remembered hearing her share of stories about him.
"Yeah, now I know who he is. I didn't believe he could actually fly--," once again she was cut off from finishing her words, when Peter Pan landed on a arching branch, calling out to Hook.
"Now, who does good ol' Hook have with him? Is that a lady I see? Is it possible that you could actually remain in a woman's presence for more than a mermaid can remain out of water?" He laughed out loud and flew down, landing swiftly next to Clarice and smiled.
"Is he pestering you, lady? Where you from? I haven't seen your face here in Neverland. It's far too pretty." He smiled again. She gave a puzzled look.
"Aren't you like…15?" She asked bluntly, causing Hook to laugh out loud. She smiled to him. Peter himself smiled too.
"I don't know. Are you a Mother?" He asked as he floated a few feet in the air.
"What? No, I'm not. That's an interesting question you ask…," she seemed confused, very confused.
James Hook was not going to allow this to happen anymore. He hated Peter Pan and would rather not be around him or bothering his new friend. He spoke loudly, getting Pan's attention.
"Don't you have simple-minded games to play, Pan? I'm sure you do, so now leave Miss Newheart and myself alone." He gave his quirky smile, his hands behind his back. He waited and waited till Pan finally flew out of sight, saying goodbye to Clarice. She slowly walked back to Hook, giving him a questioning look, knowing he had answers.
"What did he mean by that last question? Why would he want to know if I was a mother?" She huffed a laugh as the two walked out of the sands and onto a different path that lead into the woods.
Clarice wondered why he had not answered her simple question; perhaps he didn't know the answer. She shrugged it off as they continued deeper into the magnificent woods. The colors, the smells, the textures of everything that surrounded her filled her body with ecstasy. She had never witnessed such splendor in her life. It was paradise to her and her senses. Hmm, where was he taking her?
They came to a stop to take a break from the extensive journey up hill. Sitting on a large rock, Clarice turned her attention to Hook, who seemed un-phased from their hike; except his heavy breathing. His eyes caught hers and he gave that smile she had grown so fond of. She smiled back in return, watching him fix his hair ever so slightly. They should both be overheating, yet it seemed the weather was perfect and raised and lowered to match their body temperature.
"Come here dear Newheart, you look absolutely parched." A hand was held out for her to come to him. She obliged easily, sliding off her rock, gliding over to him. He took her hand and led her to a clearing where fresh water was flowing from a decent size waterfall. Her eyes closed slowly as she inhaled the crisp, fresh air, loving the feeling of the clean carbon in her lungs. When she opened her eyes James held out a cantine filled with the crisp water, just for her. As she took the cantine their hands brushed ever so slightly, causing the two both to blush.
Hook felt complete turmoil in his very being. What was this woman doing to him? These feelings were so foreign to him. He was lost in translation. He could not read nor learn the language his new feelings conveyed. He could not get the grasp of the flow. How, how he wished he could learn; maybe he could with Newheart. Maybe she could teach him and inform him of these unfamiliar feelings. Yet, just like a strike of lightening, it hit him. He was merely infatuated with this woman. She was merely excitement to him. Her sheer beauty; her smell; her personality made him feel alive with energy and adventure. Her very being made him feel young again. Yes, he would have fun with Miss Newheart.