BLACK BUTTERFLY

Rated: R- just to be safe and all.

That means no little people allowed!

If I catch any underage people reading this fic—I will feed

You to the alligator that haunts Hook!

Chapter 8

If it had been possible to burn a hole through the wood he was pacing on then the ship would have sunk long ago.

"Pan?... Of all surnames, PAN?" He muttered to himself.

This was indeed preposterous! A complete outrage, he thought.

It was certainly not the identity he thought the girl resembled….

Most certainly not!

Though, thinking about the situation more carefully, it was a better asset for his revenge after all.Was it not?

Suddenly stopping his pacing the Captain turned towards the window of his cabin to lookupon the forest of Neverland. As he gazed at the scenery he began to wonder whether Pan was aware he had a…..

His faced formed a puzzled expression.

A what?

A sister….. a cousin….. a relative of some sort.

Perhaps he shouldn't have had the girl sent away so quickly to the prison. He should have questioned her more rather than loose his temper. Yes that would have seemed appropriate and wiser. But….

Oh well, he shrugged his shoulders. Too late now, he thought. It would have to wait for tomorrow.

Then again……

What if the boy had planted her here as a trap, what if his crew were right? That she was simply a spy……. bait for another one of Pan's attacks.

Frowning at the thought of it, Hook quickly turned towards his licker cabinet. A glass of scotch would help. Liquor always made him think better.

The squeaking noise the hinges to his cabin door suddenly made alerted him of an intruder. Keeping his back to the door, Hook continued to poor himself a glass of scotch. Only one man dared to enter his cabin, and that man, was too old and dumb to harm him.

"What is it Smee?" he asked as he quickly drank down the first glass of scotch.

"Capn't….the lass is locked away as yer requested."

"Come inside and shut the door Smee…." He spoke softly before finishing off his second glass. He then placed the bottle back within the cabinet and locked it.

Smee stood by the door quietly and watched as his captain sat himself behind his desk and began to fiddle with his maps and papers. He had worked with this man for far too long and knew him inside out- regardless of how unpredictable his actions were at times.

Hook was anxious, if not annoyed at something. Fiddling or busying himself with work was the way he dealt with such emotions. In fact, Smee doubted that anyone other than himself would be able to determine such a thing. He was after all, the closest person to Hook that the man himself allowed anyone to get.

As he watched his agitated Captain, Smee began to wonder, what had affected him more, her identity or not being who he thought she was. He also began to wonder whether he should address what he had come here to address after seeing his Captain this way.

Hook sighed and paused from his reading. "What is it Smee?" The old man had not left his Cabin, nor had he addressed him, therefore he was debating on telling him something.

"Capt'n, I propse a sugestin'….ehhh….. if ye could…… ahh………. reconsider yer decision…."

"On what?" Hook's left eye brow arched slightly as he stop Smee from finishing his sentence.

When his first mate didn't reply straight away Hook placed the parchment he held in is hands down on his desk and removed his reading spectacles.

"Well Smee, you have my attention….I am waiting…."

Hook watched the old man swallow the lump that had suddenly appeared within his throat. He knew Smee so well that he could predict by his body language that his first mate was struggling to find the courage to speak.

"Smee…" The captain spoke in a warning tone, attempting to get the man to hurry up and speak.

"The lass…" Smee quickly blurted out before he braced himself for impact.

Quickly Hook shot to his feet sending the chair he was sitting on to hurtle backwards and fall.

"Absolutely not!" He spat. "How dare you ask such a request from me you mongrel?"

"But Capt'n….."

"What man in his right mind would show favoritism to his prisoner…." Hook began.

"Ye don't understand…." Smee spoke so quietly that the over his own voice Hook could barely hear him.

"I will not reconsider any of my judgments….I am the Captain of this ship….." Hook continued. "I decide what occurs…..you will not question my commands Smee! Nor will the rest of the crew."

All the while the Captain had his fit of anger the old man attempted to explain himself quietly. He tried here and there to state his reasons without showing any disrespect to an unpredictable moody Captain who killed without hesitation. But the man wasn't listening to him.

"I will not change my mind on anyone…..let alone a descendent of PAN!" The mention of the girls surname was spat at with pure venom.

Finally having had enough of being ignored the Smee took matters into his own hands.

"She is afraid of the DARK!..." Smee yelled above his Captain's voice for the first time in years. "Sir" he added softly before closing is eyes and waiting for the sharp instrument replacing the Captains hand to plunge into his stomach.

Moments passed, yet nothing happened.

Smee hesitantly cocked one eye open, as if to peak on what the Captain was doing. Why wasn't he hanging off the edge of his hook yet? The old man began to wonder.

When Smee saw his Captain standing before him frozen in disbelief he opened his other eye and attempted to explain himself while he was given the chance.

"Sir, forgive me I…"

"SILENCE!" Hook spoke quickly as he held up his hand.

Quickly Smee's mouth slammed shut, while his heart began to beat wildly in fear. This was it now; his captain would cross over to him in less than three strides and plunge his hook within his belly.

"Afraid of the dark?" the Captain of the Jolly Roger repeated cautiously, giving off the impression that those particular words were familiar to him.

" Aye Capt'n" Smee answered him with a nod. "The lass was cryin' when I left her.." He added hesitantly, "Perhaps if a candle could be spared?"

"Mph." Hook nodded in thought before he turned his back to his first mate.

Suddenly he found himself in a trickier situation. He could not show a sign of weakness to this child, especially after he had discovered this identity of hers. He was already showing weakness in brining her on the ship without explanation towards his crew….

Oh he had heard all that was whispered…… despite the crew's effort to keep it away from his ears. This was his ship after all- a good Captain always knew what was occurring on his ship – even if it was just gossip.

After rubbing his chin in thought for what seemed like months to Smee, Hook finally addressed the issue.

"She is an enemy Smee….let her cry," and with that he dismissed the topic.

"Now leave me Smee…"

"Aye Capt'n"

With that, Smee left the man alone to his thoughts.

The door to the cabin clicked shut softly behind the departure of the old man leaving the cold room and a cruel man to sit in silence.

t.b.c…….

Authors note:

I'm back! Lol….. did you miss me? Now I may be a little out of practice here...but if this chapter isn't what you guys expected I promise to make the next even better. Thank you for the feedback-much appreciated.