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Chapter 3: Till the darkness ends.

Lucy groaned a little and stirred in her bed, she was now 10years old and life hadn't seemed this depressing since the day her mother died. After her mother had passed on her father, Chris would be terribly nasty to her and Lucy knew better than anyone to cross him. Chris had taken Wendy's passing hard and he knew he would never be able to look at his daughter again without seeing Wendy in her, so in turn he never did. Lucy to him was a constant reminder of the pain he had before she died and when he came out of his bed in the early hours of the morning to find his wife and his daughter at the sill of the window in Lucy's room he had been so angry with Lucy for allowing her mother to stay there all night, he thought Lucy should know better. But Chris didn't see that Lucy was only four then and now she was ten. He just saw her as the reason for Wendy's passing and he hated her for it.

Lucy from then on never saw much of her father, well not in that sense. He would come home late at night and after the nanny had left he would come in to her room and wake her up screaming at her and throwing her across the room. Too many times Lucy had begged him for forgiveness for the crime she didn't commit but it made it worse, he had his mind set and he never changed it. Today was no different.

"Lucy hurry!" The elder woman called up the stairs as Lucy turned feeling the pressure on her right arm making her jump with confusion. She didn't understand how the man she could call father hurt her so badly, was this what her mother meant when she said that growing up was hard?

"Lucy!" The woman called again this time coming up the stairs. Lucy was quick though, she loved her father and wouldn't want to get him in to trouble should her nanny find out she was bruised all over from his nightly torments. Lucy got up and ran in to her on suite bathroom locking the door and turning on the taps making out she had been up for a long while before the nanny came in.

"Lucy you're going to be late don't be long!" The woman called through the door

"I know Hilda I'll be out in a minuet!" Lucy called back and looked at herself in the mirror. He knew where to hit her that was for sure, he never hit her on her neck or face only every where else. Lucy rubbed her bruise for a second letting the water take away her tears as she splashed her face. Today she would go to school and come home, do her home work and prepare herself once more for a torture she did not deserve.

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When Wendy had passed on she felt herself leave her daughter and feel herself become young again, she had felt like she was flying through the air just as she had with peter and it felt so good. But then she hit the water and her whole world vanished around her. Wendy had since not awoken until the day she found herself in a tribe with a very familiar man…

Captain James Hook.

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Hook had not liked the idea of having to spend his days and nights with this tribe he did not trust. He felt insecure without any weapon and without his hand. Nights had passed since he first came here and the men gathered around the camp fire one particular evening. Hook had his own tent now and he spent most of his time in there planning how many different ways he could get his revenge on Pan for what he did. But one night his thoughts where interrupted as a young woman opened the cloth door and knelt beside his bed.

"Captain Hook..." Her voice carrying his name in such a very foreign way. He only saw a woman and he never did like women much. He saw them as whores used for breeding and creating more generations of whores. All except one and her name was Wendy; he knew she was the first woman, no child he had met who for once in his life amazed him. She had the ability to make peoples minds go wondering with her stories and it fascinated him.

"What do you want?" He asked upset to the fact she had barged in here like she owned the place. This was his little den if you will and he did not like anyone apart from him being in his space. The woman smiled and stood holding her hand out to him

"We require your presence around the fire. Come I have been told to lead you there." She finished and that put the icing on the cake for Hook. Being helped by Smee was an embarrassment, being helped by a woman was down right wrong. Standing up eventually Hook followed the woman out of the tent and watched as the men gathered around the camp fire his shirt wan unbuttoned and he walked with pride through the crowd moving people out of his way.

As he approached the centre he set his eyes on the chief and stood with his arms at his side in front of him.

"Oh were having a party!" Hook said sarcastically and folded his arms up to his chest. Looking the man straight in the eye. The chief was not afraid of him though as he knew he held the key to Hook's release.

"You will follow the men in to the jungle and hunt for the tiger that threatens our home." The chief said looking at him dead in the eye.

"What!" Hook said more than shocked; they expected favours off of him after all they were the only ones keeping him there. But the chief knew better and pulled his dagger from his pocket. 'This is it' Hook thought and held his head high; he wanted to go down like a man.

"I trust you to help us…" The chief said looking down at the dagger and turning its handle so it faced that of James Hook. Hook looked down and took the dagger in his left hand before looking back up at him with a confused expression on his face.

"You can kill me but you will not make it off this island alive…" The chief looked at him seriously pressing himself close to the dagger and closer to Hook. Hook had a chance he could stab this guy and then make a run for it. 'But that would be the cowards way out' he thought and stepped back a little. He was in a way slightly amazed at this chief, nobody had ever stood up to him the way he has, or if they had they hadn't lived long enough to see it through. He would do what the chief said for tonight but he would make him pay for it later. Turning Hook left with the already waiting group of men and headed off in to the jungle in search of the tiger.

As the men walked the first in line stopped and held his dagger at his side quickly crouching to the ground, the other men including Hook crouched in unison. Hook eyed around a tree at what the leader had spotted and noticed the tiger as it lay be side a tree resting. 'This will be a synch' Hook thought and waited back. The leader got slowly up and arched his arm throwing the dagger at the tiger, the other men bar Hook who wasn't paying any attention followed the same. All but one missed and the one that did hit got the tiger in its it paw. The tiger roared and the men backed off Hook now perked up and look from his hiding spot at the men as the tiger forced them all up against a tree.

"How pathetic!" Hook laughed and stood silently up. The tiger was now enraged and it kept pacing the group every time one of them moved it would jump in his way and stop him. The tiger stopped as Hook moved and broke a stick beneath his foot. Hook stood silently for a few minuets and waited his opponent. Hook went the back way round the trees silently but stopped as something caught a hold of his trousers. He looked down and noticed the tiger cub playing with his foot and he bent down to move it when it grabbed his hand with its paws and began playing with it on his back, Hook sighed the tiger was defending its young and Hook knew somehow that killing the beast was wrong. How could he be having these feelings he thought trying to shape the fact he was becoming gentle like. Stroking the cat a little he heard the tiger roar once more and he looked up slightly to see the tiger staring at him from a few feet away.

"Oh no…" Hook mouthed slowly and got up. The tiger cub ran back to it's mother and the tiger made her way towards him at a fast pace, Hook dived out the way and turned as the tiger pounced him her paw scratching his arm and ripping his top.

"Ahh!" Hook screamed and he pushed his stick up so the tiger couldn't get at him easily. The men now rounded the corner and the tiger furiously waved its paws close to the head of the Captain. Hook shoved the tiger off only just as the men set up their trap for the cat. The tiger ran around and was about to make a dive at one of the men when Hook had a sudden urge and dived at the tiger pushing it out the way just in the nick of time, as he did the tiger fell in to the waiting trap and got tangled up in the ropes unable to move.

Hook shook his head a little and managed to sit up the man walked over and knelt beside him

"Thank you, you saved my life…" The man said offering hand to help the Captain up.

"Yeah well don't think I will be doing it again!" Hook said back sharply and dusted himself up. The men now surrounded the tiger and were all about to throw their daggers at the poor defenceless creature when Hook stepped in.

"Brimstone and gall man what do you think you're doing?" The men all looked at him and lowered their daggers suspiciously

"Let it go!" He said pointing to the cub and they nodded. Hook took the cub and placed him in the opposite direction from where they were quite far away making sure he the mother followed him with her eyes as he did so. Hook then fell back so he was safe distance away when the men cut the ropes. As they did the tiger made its way in to the jungle and never looked back.

When they all arrived back at the camp empty handed, the chief looked at them and smiled. He congratulated the men but Hook didn't want to stay around and play nice guy so he headed towards his tent. The chief noticed this and walked over stopping him in his path. Hook eyed him and gave him a glare

"What?" He asked after a few minuets of silence.

"You proved today that anger and hatred is not what you pray on, I sent you out there to learn forgiveness and you learnt it well, the tiger never possessed a threat to us she was merely a lesson for you to learn" The chief finished noticing the Captain's face getting angrier. 'So it was a test' Hook thought angry

"I could have died back there!" Hook shouted enraged and the chief nodded

"Yes you could have, but then I could have killed you days ago. I trusted you with the lives of everyone in this village and you did not let me down, not only that you pleaded with my men to forgive the tiger and let it be on its way. Tonight you showed trust to me and you showed forgiveness to the tiger even though it tried to kill you, just like Pan." The chief finished seeing the change in his eyes and his look. It was as if the weight of reality hit him full force and finally knocked some sense in to him. Hook felt a sense of it come to him… He had been free the day Pan watched him fall in to the jaws of that crocodile. As far as Pan was concerned he was dead and that was the way it should be.

"You are always welcome among my tribe here feel free to stay as long as you wish" The chief said pulling from behind his back the Captain's hook harness and handing it to him. This was it, he was free he could go and live back in Never Land. But it didn't seem as though the pull for him to be there felt so strong anymore. The chief began to walk away and Hook looked up at him

"I could have killed you, but I didn't why?" Hook asked trying in vain for the chief to answer his questions for him. The chief stopped and turned looking at him wide eyed

"Maybe you're finally free of what you held on to for so long…" The chief trailed his hands clasped behind his back

"What would that be?" Hook asked trying to make sense of his answer

"Your fear of being alone…" Hook couldn't think but it was as if his words made sense to him. Nobody here had treated him like anything other than a guest and eventually a friend; they hadn't seen or had wanted to see his dark side. He had made friends here and for some unknown reason he felt the urge to stay and live his life

"What the hell" he laughed and threw his harness in to his tent heading towards the chief. The chief smiled and they headed towards the camp fire to join the others.

That had been a few years ago now and Captain Hook had settled in well. He got to know the men and had fun with the women using his charms on them but never touching them. He somehow didn't feel that way about any of them. James as they had all come to call him now as he was no longer a Captain; walked now as if he felt as free as he could ever be. Smiling to the chief he walked past him not even wearing his harness any more these days he carried his axe down wards towards the beach. They needed fire wood and he was going down to get some. As he parted the trees his shirt wrapped around his waist the shore sent a wave in and with it they brought a young woman. Hook looked closer and new as soon as he saw the white night gown, who it was. Her body lay limp on the shore, her arms stretched out either way of her; she looked as though she had fallen from heaven.

Hook ran at a quick pace all the way and down to his knees when he stopped at her body. Wendy was soaking and she felt stone cold, he had to take her to the tribe they would know what to do he was certain. Clambering up to his feet with her in his arms he managed to reach the tribe and called the chief as he set her down inside of the chief's tent, just like he had when he had first arrived here.

The chief came in slowly and closed the cloth across the door. He knelt down before her and placed his hands on her stomach and head. After a few moments he took his hands away and looked at Hook

"You know this child?" He asked, Hook felt in his hatred for her that he should say no and walk away but he was learning to control his anger and felt the need for answers to his questions. After all if Peter had taken Wendy home then why was she still so young? A million questions savaged his brain and he looked up for answers from the chief. So Hook simply nodded.

"She has fallen from a great height…" He responded

"What like a tree?" Hook asked quizzically

"No higher…she recently passed on but was drawn back here from somewhere very far away…" Hook looked down at her body, his dark curls dropping round his face.

"How? Why?" He asked but the chief hushed him and he began to pray and mix together some salts and leaves he had in his tent. When he had finished he rubbed the mixture across her forehead, Hook looked on with interest he wondered what he was doing but knew better than to interrupt a wise man at work. When the chief finished he told Hook to leave her be and go back to his tent, that if she belonged here she would awake in the morning, if she did not belong here her soul would depart and they would wake to find her body gone.

Hook agreed and headed back to his tent, night fall had come quickly as the rain came and everyone went to their tents for shelter. It was still early and Hook had things on his mind. Why was she here? Had something happened to Pan? How could she die? Then come back? Tossing and turning Hook barely slept all night but when he did sleep it was a dreamless one.

The next morning Hook got up early and went out to inspect the damage of the rain from the night before, the sun was rising in the distance and he went over to the edge of the cliff and sat down to watch it picking pieces of grass with his left hand. He still had so many questions about Wendy and he wondered if she was still here or if she had disappeared.

The chief had slept in the tent with Wendy waiting as if to be a deliverer to the spirits, so if they came they would know where to find the young girl. He awoke early and heard a stir in the girl as she moaned a name past her lips and slowly opened her eyes. Wendy knew exactly what had happened to her or at least she remembered growing up in London having a child and then blackness until now.

"Is this heaven?" She asked not seeing the chief sat beside her.

"No it is not…" He answered as if the question was directed at him. Wendy almost screamed as she turned to face the Indian sat next to her.

"Are you Tiger Lilly's father?" she asked and the man looked puzzled but a sudden reselection of princess Tiger Lilly came to mind.

"No, you are not in Never Land child…" He spoke soft and gentle like.

"Oh…" Wendy trailed her head hurt a bit but not too bad.

"Well where am I?" Wendy asked looking at him

"You are on an island not to far from Never Land, my men will take you there if you'd like but it will be a long tiresome journey and you need to rest up before you can go anywhere. Stay a few days, you have travelled a great distance from the home you call London." Wendy looked shocked 'how did he know?' she thought and looked down at her soaking wet night gown

"Thank you sir for your offer and I would gladly take you up on your offer, by any chance do you have something I can change in to?" Wendy asked deciding to gather her thoughts before she pressed him further about his extensive knowledge. The chief nodded and got up handing her a skirt made of white cloth and a top the same except it had red and white beads on it. As he was about to leave the chief turned and looked at her

"Feel free to explore the camp and grounds but be careful of the forest as there are many dangers there. Also there is a man here who I believe you know, you will find him over the ridge yonder…" He pointed and left before she could ask who it was. When Wendy was dressed she stood up and examined herself, she looked good but as she looked up at herself in a mirror she noticed she was young again. Wendy almost fell over in shock at seeing that image once again.

"Oh my word…" She trailed tracing her jaw line,

"What happened?" She wondered shaking it off for now walking out from the tent. The sun light beamed to her eyes and she covered her face with her arm to look over at where the older man had pointed. When she did she almost fell over in shock. It was Hook and he was alive! Wendy tried to figure what could have happened to him and why he was here but she couldn't, he had his arms by his sides and he was looking out in to the distance watching the sun rise. But he was Captain Hook of the Jolly Roger; he was an angry vicious man, perhaps being held here against his will. They had obviously taken away his hook, but he looked completely different like he had been here for a while. He had a black pair of trousers on and his shirt was wrapped around his waist he looked comfortable and relaxed like he had changed and Wendy was curious to find out.

Walking over she slowly approached him and stood beside him.

"Captain Hook…" Wendy spoke gently and looked up at him. He looked down at her and his eyes somehow softened.

"Wendy…" He spoke casually and looked back out to the sea…

"How did you escape alive?" She asked noticing not a trace of hurt on his body bar his arm.

"I had poison that I always kept with me and I poured the whole lot into its stomach I managed to get out somehow without drowning but I woke up here and I ended up staying…I learnt a few things about myself even I didn't know…" He trailed as she folded her arms and starred out to sea.

"How did you get here Wendy?" He asked turning to her

"Why should I tell you you're a monster! You tried to kill Peter, my brothers and me…you could never be anything but evil Captain so don't put on the mask anymore…" She spoke harshly wanting to see if what he was saying was true whether he had changed or whether he was masquerading to be someone just so Wendy would help him get out of here. Hook on the other hand wanted to flare up he wanted to have a go at her after all he saved her life on the beach yesterday and she hadn't even thanked him for it before she started having a go at him as per usual. But he remained calm he had no intention of harming her, that would show his weakness and he didn't want her to think of him as weak.

"I do not care for Pan any longer he bores me and if you can not see past your girlish façade then you should stay out of my way, I'm still capable of hurting you my beauty but I have no wish to." His words spoke strong and true like a fallen warrior which he was. He took his defeat against Pan Head on and he couldn't care less anymore whether anyone thought of him still badly. As he was walking away Wendy knew she had miss taken her first impressions of the Captain but she would always keep her guard up around him till she could learn to trust him as these people have. Right now Wendy needed someone to talk to someone who would understand what she was going on about and unfortunately Hook was the only person she knew here.

"I grew up and had a daughter…I…I never saw Peter again after the night he took me home…" Wendy trailed turning away from him as he stopped and took in her words.

"What happened?" He asked not moving from his position but looking on at Wendy in wonder

"My parents died and a few years later I did too…I left my little girl behind to…to…" Wendy broke at the sudden thought of her daughter and her face fell to her hands as she sobbed. Hook felt she was in pain and he walked over slowly putting his arms around her the best he could and Wendy replied the hug not caring at the minuet who he was. She had died and had been brought here because it was what she had wanted so badly the only trauma was; as Hook new all to well, was that she was leaving the ones she loved behind. In time Wendy would forget them but the pain would be fresh for years to come but maybe if he could return her to Pan it would ease the transaction from life to death…

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