A/N: Ok, so here we have the revised chapter two...most of which used to be chapter 1. I'm telling you this for those who might have already read the first few chapters of this story. It's a little different, but mostly the same. Next chapter will have new stuff, I promise. :)

Chapter 2

How, you might ask, did I even come to be "pacing" with Captain Hook? And on his shoulder no less. Well you see, it happened like this.

You remember I said it started on a bright and lovely spring-like day. I was following Tink, and of course, she was flying around behind Peter. Those two were inseparable from the moment Peter set foot in Neverland. My parents were a little wary at first, about Tink's association with Peter, and asked me, as the elder sister, to keep an eye on her and report back to them about all that she did.

It was quickly decided that Peter was not a threat to Tink, or to any other fairy for that matter, even if he did have a habit of cuffing a fairy or two if they got too much on his nerves. But Mother, being, well, a mother, asked that I continue to watch out for my little sister. Obediently, I followed along behind. Always within view, but never intrusive.

Tink often told us of the horrid pirate captain they referred to simply as Hook, who had a mad desire to kill poor Peter. I got quite the shivers just thinking of this horrible man, and vowed to stay clear away from the harbor, the sea, or any other place a pirate might appear. What Tink did not tell us, however, was how polite and debonaire this Hook could be, how...gentle, almost, his smile appeared. It was, however, his eyes that really caught my attention. Blue, like a cloudless day in winter, and even colder. I was mesmerized the first time I looked into them. But I get ahead of myself.

Peter and Tinker Bell...and I, trailing a safe distance behind...were gleefully sailing through the air above the harbor. Knowing my fear of the water, Tink and Peter usually stayed closer to the shore. But the sky was so blue and the temperature just right. A soft breeze blew in just the right way so as to make a little "shelf" of air on which we glided without a care in the world. I forgot my fears, and even my mission to keep Tink out of trouble.

I heard the boom before I saw anything, and all of Neverland shook. Or maybe it wasn't all of Neverland, but it seemed like it. Before I knew what was happening, a huge cannon ball sliced through the open sky.

"Tink!" I squealed, and darted toward her, but Peter scooped her with his large hand, right out of danger's way and spiraled down CLOSER to the Pirate ship. "You crazy boy! Come back here with my sister!" I dove after them, dodging several more cannon balls on my way down.

"Oh the cleverness of me!" Peter howled, laughing heartily as he darted here and there, drawing the pirates' attention just long enough for them to point the cannon in one direction, then moving on so they couldn't get another shot off in time.

"Cleverness. Ha!" I wanted to strangle the whelp, but the fact was, he was far too big for me to do that. Just as I was in line with Peter, about catching up with him, a large hand shot up in front of me. I stopped short, and found my body ensconced by long, slender fingers.

"What have we here?" A silky voice like none I'd ever heard before flowed over me. The hand raised me, then the fingers slowly eased open, though not enough that I could escape.

"Let me go, you big, ugly–" But as the last word tumbled from my lips, I saw the eyes that observed me. I realized that nothing could be further from the truth, and I took a moment to study the rest of the face in which those icy globes were set. This was by no means an ugly creature. It seemed the hand that formed this being had taken extra care, chiseling the features to the utmost perfection. The nose, though slightly large, was perfectly symmetrical, standing out above sly, smiling lips. These, or at least the top one, was covered by a neat little moustache which curled up on the ends. The whole of the face was a thin oval, made to look even thinner by the triangle of a goatee covering his chin. And this was framed by masses of long, brown curls any human woman would kill for. As my gaze roamed once again to the man's eyes, I realized they were, indeed, what drew me most.

"You were saying, little one?" He chuckled, his lips curving upward to accompany the arch of his eyebrows. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. At this, he slanted his eyes, a vertical furrow growing deep between them above his nose. "At a loss for words, are we?"

"Unhand her," I heard Tink squeak.

If the human heard her, he payed no heed.

"Did you not hear what the little fairy-lady said?" Peter hovered inches above us.

"Go away, you stupid boy, and take Tink to safety!" I tried hard to growl, but my voice came out more like a tinkling bell. Fairy voices usually do, you know.

Peter ignored me. "I say, Hook. Unhand her!"

Hook! So this handsome man was the hated pirate captain? I began to shake, and crouched back against the man's soft palm. The warmth of his hand seeped through me, covering my body, my entire being. It wasn't fear, exactly. Or rather, it was. But not the kind of fear I suspected he caused in most. At that moment, the one thing I desired above anything else was humanness. Oh to be human! To have the body of a woman, not a tiny creature he likely saw as a glorified butterfly.

I was gently passed off to another hand. A soft, pudgy hand with much shorter fingers that smelled of hemp and fish.

"Smee," purred the Captain. "Take this delightful little creature and put her safely away in my cabin."

"Yessir, right away, sir." The man named Smee hurried away, jostling me none-too-gently as he ran up a set of steps and opened a large, wooden door. "Now, be a good little fairy, will ye, and don't anger the captain when he comes in, hear?"

I nodded and offered the fuzzy-faced man what smile I could muster. He glanced around the captain's quarters, pained confusion creasing his homely face. He mumbled to himself, and although I couldn't make out the words, I gathered he was trying to figure out where to put me. Finally he grunted and his face lit.

"Aha! That'll do." And he rushed toward an old wire bird cage. "This'll keep ye from mischief while ye wait fer the captain."

With a groan, the gate to the cage opened as Smee pulled on it. He popped me inside, causing me to crash to my knees on the cold, metal floor.

"Sorry 'bout that," he grumbled as he closed the little gate and locked it, then shuffled out of the cabin.

I sat in ever growing darkness as the sun, which had shone its light in through the glass windows, now sunk into the great blue ocean. What would happen to me? And what about Tink? For that matter, what about Peter? Not that he didn't deserve to be hacked to death by a pirate's sword, or blown to bits by a cannon ball. What was he thinking to put us all in that kind of danger?

As the golden light faded to grey shadows, however, my thoughts returned to my own predicament. I stood, shaking the door to the cage, to no avail. Then I heard the big door creak open. Trembling all over, I turned to see my captor coming toward me. A smug smile–or maybe a grin would be a more appropriate word–lifted his lips as he studied me.

"I do believe this is an ace." He pulled up a chair next to the table on which the object of my incarceration sat, and resting his chin on his hands, stared into the cage at me. "Oh yes. A plan is forming in my mind."

I shuddered as I pressed myself against the opposite side of the cage, trying to get as far away from him as possible. For although there was no denying the beauty of his face, the cunning and danger in his eyes overpowered even the good looks. What would he do with me?