BLACK BUTTERFLY

Rated: R- just be safe and all.

Chapter 2

Sighing heavily at the limp girl in his arms, the Captain looked up at his men with a ferocious glare. They had all seemed to have become puzzled to their Captains reactions towards her. Questions began to run across each and every crew member's face. Had he gone soft? Could they kill him and take command of the ship? Had the Captain lost his mind over a child? Was he not a man that despised children? Had she by-spelled him? Was she a witch? The list went on and on.

"What are you all gawking at?" He hissed, suddenly appearing on his feet as he let the girls limp body collapse to the ground.

None of the crew members dared to answer his question. Heads bowled and all eyes avoid looking into his while the small questioning hope that appeared on their faces before had now vanished. The Captain was still the same, nothing had changed - he would never change. They were wrong to even think such a thing.

"Well?" he hissed again, turning around slowly to look at each and everyone of his crew.

Still no reply came.

"What are you waiting for?" he grunted causing some of the men to jump. His expression grew even angrier when none of the men had seemed to have moved. Hissing he raised his hook in an attacking manner. "GET BACK TO WORK YOU FILTHY SCUM! BEFORE I GUT YOU ALL!"

And with that, the men scattered and disappeared out of his site.

Now that his crew had left him, he closed his eyes for a moment to calm himself down before turning back to look at the girl lying at his feet.

Actually she wasn't really a girl; once you got the chance to study her carefully the sighs of a young woman appeared on her body. She was not old, no, definitely not an adult yet, nor was she a pubescent girl. Though, without doubt, it was easy to have mistaken her to be much younger due to her petite build. Both fragile and tiny in her appearance, one could easily say that the gashes on her wrists appeared completely out of place. For something that looked as delicate as she did, no one could have presumed or even thought that she could do such a thing to herself.

Her height reached a maximum of 5ft4, matching the figure she possessed. She was not as voluptuous as a girl at her age would be expected. She did not posses the womanly curve in her hips or well endowed breasts. In fact her hips were small, but wide enough to suite her petite build, and her breasts were not the biggest things a man could have seen, nor where they small enough to be classified at not being there at all. Apart from the delicate and feminie structure of her body, her face played a great role in the representation of her classification as well.

Straightening the cuffs of his jacket the Captain glanced down at the unconscious woman at his feet once more before he turned around and began to make his way towards his crew.

He did not need to show any concern over a child that was halfway through puberty. It was certainly not his job to baby sit and add another burden to his list. She was close to death, her slits were long and deep enough to have shown a lot of blood lose, especially
the pale complexion she carried. So why should he bother? It would simply be a waste of the medical supplies he carried aboard the ship. And besides the girl wanted to die, therefore why should he take her back to his ship and try to save her life? Was it not her
intention to die? It was certainly not his duty to interfere with that. No, absolutely not. None of this was his concern; none of it was his business. The girl is simply getting her death whish.

But if he thought her out to be such a thing, then why had he stopped halfway and began to walk back towards the unconscious body?

There was only one answer to that question, and as much as he hated to admit it, he could do nothing to avoid it. She was a lady, and he' was a gentlemen. In society there was a rule, a rule of respect to a woman no matter how much of a hazard she could be
sometimes to a man. And throughout all of his years he had never broken such a rule. He was always a gentlemen to the ladies he came in contact with, even if they were from his opposition. He would not slaughter them, nor rape them, but simply abandon them on an island after using them as a maid for his cabin. After all, the place did require cleaning, and Mr Smee may have been doing a rather reasonable job at it, however it was never the same without a women's touch. Not to mention the cooking as well.

"Consider yourself lucky my dear." He spoke to the unconscious girl as he bent down and scooped her limp figure into his arms, making sure his hook didn't accidentally slice into her. "For it is the life that had wanted so badly to through away that has spared you."

He sighed long and hard as he turned around and began to walk towards the shore line filled with boats. "I don't know why on earth I am doing this..." he muttered to the unconscious girl quietly as he passed the curious eyes of his crew.

He placed her body onto one of the long boats, watching her moan and shiver. Groaning in disgust with his weakens towards the opposite sex he took off his jacket and draped it over her.

There were a couple of small gasps that weaved through his ears from his men staring behind him. He was showing a sign of weakness towards femineity which he could no doubt afford in front of a pack of maggot scums. Out of pure frustration and anger he slammed his hook hard onto the boat before quickly whirling around to glare at
his men.

"Does this appear to be some sort of entertainment for you?" he questioned in a growl. "Shall I bowl and be applauded for my performance?" His sarcasm was thick enough to walk on. However it was at those times that the Captain was not the best of people to be
around with. It was then when his sarcasm appeared that he generally lost control and gutted someone.

Flinching, the men took a step away from their Captain, keeping their heads bowled and their postures to seem as recessive as possible.

Silence had once again settled between the Captain and his crew forming an instant barrier that drew the line he was daring someone to cross.

"Well?" The Captain questioned, moving to stage two of his anger rampage before a death occurred. Stage two being the posture he took on of using the tip of his hook to clean under the nails of his remanning hand.

There was but one brave soul that took a slow and staggering step forward. Slowly his shaking hands removed the hat over his head and held it tightly against his chest. "Capt'n...we...we ere just wonderin' whatcha doing takin the young miss on bored...s..s...s...sir?" The brave soul stammered.

The most foulest and deceiving smirk crept across the Captain's face as he stopped what he was doing to look up at the brave man. "Why of course Jimmy?" He beamed, moving his arms in a dance like movement beside him that appeared he was pushing aside a small invisible crowd standing in front of him. "It is within the rights of the crew
to question their Captain's orders. Isn't it?"

The men again flinched at their Captain's sudden change of heart. To see glitter in his eyes and hear him speak with such easiness and fairness was worse then the derogatory manner he usual spoke to them. Someone was bound to be killed soon. The man was simply not acting himself towards the men.

"Shall I perhaps go into full depth and detail as to why I am choosing to bring the young lady on bored half dead? Or perhaps..." The Captain's left eyebrow rose as he took a small predatorily step towards his men. " It is your whish to confirm what rotten scums such as yourself think through the filthy head of yours." Each word was not only spat from his mouth, but carried a different emphasis behind it, purposely leading to the sudden peak that was soon to come for the end.

"You fetid, stinking foul CREATURES!" He roared, suddenly firing the gun that magically appeared in his hand.

There was time for the men to only manage to draw in the breath in need of a scream before they witnessed a body collapse to the sand at their feet. The brave soul was brave or alive no more.

"Any other consultations?" The Captain growled watching his men stare dumbly at the blood that began to decorate the white sand around the lifeless body. "Move...NOW!"

And with that, the men once again scattered like a pack of ants dashing to save their lives from the large powerful rain drops that threatened them.

Breathing in heavily to control his anger, the Captain turned back around to face the small row boat carrying the girl. He noticed a slight change in her colouring, she had paled a lot more than what she was moments ago. Each passing moment allowed her to become one step closer to death. Yet as odd as it sounded there was something strange about the expression on her face. Something more peculiar then the expression that crossed her face symbolizing the battle between life and death. Eye's narrowing; the Captain took a step closer to the boat and tilted his head to the left a fraction in order to study her better. And there he saw it. Whether it was the angle he was looking through, the familiar expression n on her face, or the way the sun cast shadows on her features, that he realized what it was. Gasping in surprise he took a step away from her in disbelief.

"No…" he silently drawled as he approached her again.

"Could it be?" he whispered.

Feeling some what stunned and confused at the same time, his mind quickly calculated the possibilities before he through back his head and screamed at the top of his lungs, "SMEE!"

A small white beared man stuttered as he magically appeared by the Captain's side in an instant. "Capt'n?"

"Take her to my quarters immediately and have the doctor tend her wounds. If I find that she is dead once I return... Consider yourself soon to follow... Do I make myself clear? I want her alive! Move, quickly… her wounds are causing her to become dangerously close to death."

"Aye s...s...sir." Smee stuttered once more as he forced his shaking limbs to climb into the boat and begin to row towards the large powerful ship.

Watching the row boat disappear, the Captain could not suppress the evil grin that danced across his face. Could it be that in the last five years since the battle which sent him into an Alligators mouth, that the day to take his revenge had finally come? Oh if his assumptions were true then this girl was far more precious then Peter Pan's Wendy. She was indeed the successful key to Pan's death. Now Captain Hook only hoped that what he thought she was was correct. If so his reward had finally come.

Smirking he turned towards his labouring men and felt a spark of joy that he had not felt in years.