Disclaimer: "Okay, here goes. I do not own any of the Grimm Fairy Tales. I do not own any of the new and reworked versions of these fairy tales that Disney has turned into movies. I do not own any of the characters here in. The only thing I claim are the twists and turns I included in the story that were obviously not part of the original tales told by the Brothers Grimm or Disney. And also, my description of the main character."

*Warning: Okay, so there is another scene here where there is beating involved. Robyn is tied up again, due to her stubbornness about not calling on help and not using magic for more than her healing herbs. I don't think I made it too graphic, but that's my opinion. If someone thinks I did, please let me know. And if that sounds like something that would really bother you, please avoid that section. It's closer to the end I think.

Oh, and also, in case I forgot to mention it before, for the purposes of my story, while on the ships at sea, Robyn Hood is always wearing a blue cap that conceals her 'uniquely' colored hair. Unrealistic? Maybe, but for the purposes of my story, that's what's happening.

Alright, I think that's all I need to address in this chapter. Sorry for interrupting. Please enjoy. :)

Taming the Beast and Boarding the Jolly Roger

Phillip returns with Pinocchio and Rapunzel following closely behind him. Pulling out the golden arrow, Pinocchio places it on the table and says, "This is what Robyn Hood left with me after our time together in Sherwood Forest. Also, in case none of this other stuff works, which something should, but if it doesn't Rapunzel's hair is enchanted somehow from a blade Robyn used to cut it. That's why it always grows back so quickly if she thinks about it."

Cinderella looks at the golden arrow and asks, "Is that enchanted too?"

Phillip shrugs and says, "I guess it is. Why?"

"Oh nothing. It's just that, I'm the one who presented it to Robyn at the archery contest. I recognize it. I hadn't realized he'd enchanted that."

He nods, and then looks over at Rose as she jumps. "Oh, I almost forgot about this. This is the bracelet that Robyn once gave to Cinderella. It found its way into my hands, and he felt that I was a true and good person so he let me keep it. Add it to the pile."

Rumpel can't help but laugh silently to himself. Robyn Hood had certainly been very many places, and apparently he and Belle were not the only ones to know that she was a girl. At the very least Cinderella knows, but keeps it secret for the same reason they do. She prefers to be anonymous. And although her reasons are still a mystery to them, they respect that decision of hers.

Ariel takes the necklace from around her neck carefully and lays it on the table. "I've never met this Robyn Hood, but as for the lady Robyn who has magic, she enchanted this necklace for me. It may help to find her."

Looking to Hook, Rumpel asks, "And I don't suppose you have anything of this Marian's now do you?"

James shakes his head, but then pauses and says, "Well, maybe." He points to the hook that serves as the hand for his left arm and says, "One that I had before broke while she was with me. She fashioned this one for me herself, or was at least very specific about the blacksmith that did make it. She also promised that it would never break. So far, that's remained true."

Rumpel nods, and then stands up. "Since we are apparently all decided on gathering these people to our aid, who shall I call on first?"

But as people begin offering suggestions, Snow sighs and pulls the chain from her neck out from under her top where it has and always does drop. Holding the sapphire stone delicately in her hand, she closes her eyes and wishes more than anything that Red could be here. She would be so pleased to see so many kingdoms working together to defeat their common enemies.

"Is it possible?" She opens her eyes to look up at Rumpel who is staring at the necklace with great intent. "Snow, where did you get that?

She freezes, and then says carefully, "It was a gift long ago, from an old friend."

Rumpel nods, still in shock and maybe a little surprised that he hadn't seen this before. "Indeed. May I see it?" Snow immediately shakes her head and Rumpel quickly amends. "Not the pendant dear. Just the chain. May I see the chain?"

She gives him a confused look, but unclasps it and slides the pendant off before handing it to him. Rumpel lays it out on the table carefully, and then reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out the chain that Robyn had given him so many years ago. Laying it out on the table, both he and Snow lean closer with wide eyes. Rumpel shakes his head while saying softly, "Identical. Right down to the design that the gold is woven in."

Snow stares at it a moment longer, and then asks, "Rumpel, where did you get this? How did you get this?" Luke looks down at them, and then remembers that Snow had mentioned her necklace having been Red's originally, and that she had given hers to Red in exchange. Snow is nearly about to cry as she pleads, "Rumpel please. Where did it come from?"

He lifts his gaze to look at her, and then back to the chains. "It came from Robyn."

Confused, and maybe a tad angry, she asks, "Robyn Hood?"

Rumpel pauses briefly, and then says, "Well, yes, I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"Look, believe it or not, it's become very confusing to understand in the last few minutes."

And then a new voice in the room says, "Indeed, it would seem my name has that effect on some people." The merry chuckle that follows that statement comes from the window on the side of the room, and everyone turns to see Robyn Hood sitting there casually, as if that is where he is meant to sit the entire time. Ending the chuckle, Robyn says, "Your enemies could be at your door any moment, and yet the topic of conversation I find when I arrive, is myself. Really? Have we grown so desperate for entertainment?"

As she slides from her seat, Luke notices the limp in her step as she makes her way to the table. Robyn puts a hand to her head as she gets closer, and then sees all of the things she'd enchanted in the past lying together in a pile. "Ah, and that would explain the headache."

Cinderella tilts her head and asks, "Headache?"

Looking up, Robyn nods and says, "Yes Marian. These objects are enchanted to call me when the people I gave them to feel they need me. And every one of you is calling at the same time. There might as well be a gong going off in my head. Someone please separate them if you will. It's quite annoying."

Red quickly disperses the objects, and then Snow stands up and holds the chain that Rumpel had pulled from his pocket. "Where did you get this?"

Robyn looks to the chain, and then to Rumpel, and then back to Snow. "It was a gift."

Snow shakes her head and says, "No. She wouldn't have given this away."

"Ah, but the chain is not as important as the stone that had hung from it apparently."

But Snow persists and asks, "Then you don't have the stone?" And Robyn curses under her breath for her sister's clever question. She was here to help, but how could she do that when Snow insisted on having all of the answers. "What have you done with my sister?"

Rumpel blinks in surprise and asks quietly, "Sister?" He looks between the two as everything finally starts coming into place. "That's why you asked me to protect her."

Snow, bewildered at that statement, asks, "What?"

Looking back to Snow, he says, "It's why she gave me the chain. We made a deal, and in exchange for that, I was to protect you if ever something terrible should happen."

Snow looks at him confused, and then back to Robyn. "First of all, why do you care about me? And second, she? Did you just call Robyn Hood, she?"

Rumpel blanches, and then looks to Robyn as she sighs. "And so the cat is not just out of the bag, but he is thrust out without any chance to prepare for the light about to hit his eyes. Yes Snow, he called me a she."

"Why?"

"I would think that would be obvious, but I will answer you anyway. Because I'm a girl."

"Rose, you have to get out of here." Timothy implores her to get away in case he changes again, but Rose just keeps shaking her head.

"No." Rose runs up to where he is now curled up by a tree.

"No, you have to go. I might…"

"I am not afraid of you Timothy. You aren't going to hurt me. Now hurry up and get on your feet. The villagers will be coming, and if they think it was you instead of your brother they will kill you. Come."

Red drapes her red cloak over him, and then wraps an arm around him while pulling him with her further into the woods. The snow is freezing against his now human feet, but he trudges on beside her until she pulls them up to a cabin further out in the woods, past the real edge of the village. "Granny!"

Timothy looks at her and asks, "This is your Granny's house?"

"She prefers solitude for the most part. Granny!" The door opens, and she quickly ushers them inside before shutting and locking it back into place.

Granny turns to look at the two of them quickly, and then asks, "Where's the wolf, my child?"

Rose cups Timothy's face in her hands and says, "Let me do all of the talking." He nods, and Rose turns back to her Granny. "Come with me to the kitchen Granny. I have something to tell you, and I need you to promise that you will listen to the whole thing before you do anything."

"Fine, but hurry."

And so Rose explains how Timothy is a werewolf, but before Granny can freak out and try to shoot him, Rose explains that he isn't the one terrorizing the town. "It's his brother, Gaston. Gaston bit him a couple of years ago and forced him to change into one with him. But Timothy always goes far away every full moon so that even if he starts to run back he'll be a human again before he reaches the village."

"But he can't control it."

"Not completely. He knows he won't eat people, but the wolf is made up of the beast that resides inside of every man. It's difficult to harness. He tries Granny. Please believe me."

Granny nods, "I believe you child. But he's still a threat. Not only that, but he's still in danger as long as his brother is around."

"I know but…"

"Look, I'm not kicking him out. But you two have to think of something fast, or I'll be the least of your worries."

Rose nods, and then says, "I'll be back in a minute." Touching Timothy's shoulder, she kisses his head and says, "I'm stepping outside for a moment. I'll be right back." Stepping out the door, Rose takes a deep breath, and then reaches for her wrist and pulls the bracelet off that she's had for quite some time. Her Granny had bought it off of a peddler as he'd been passing through the village and given it to her. And when a young woman had traveled there once to visit, she'd explained to Rose that the bracelet had once belonged to a dear friend of Robyn Hood. 'If you hold it in your hand and think about him finding you, eventually, he will come. It may be quick, and it may take some time, but eventually, he will find you.'

Rose holds it tightly in her hand and closes her eyes. "Please, we need your help Robyn Hood. Please, hear me. Please work." Opening her eyes, she sees that nothing has changed, and a sob catches in her throat. "I know it doesn't have to work instantly, but I was rather hoping it would."

A voice from the trees says, "I can tell."

Her eyes jump back up to find Robyn Hood walking through the trees and into the opening in front of the cottage. "Robyn Hood?"

"That's my name." She bows graciously, and then straightens and asks tightly, "Where did you come by that bracelet? I know I didn't give it to you originally."

"A peddler coming through town sold it to my granny. She gave it to me as a birthday present. I didn't steal it, I swear to you I didn't."

Robyn watches her closely for a moment, and then nods and says, "I believe you."

Rose sighs in relief, and then asks hurriedly, "Can you help us?"

"I would need to know what the problem is before I can answer that."

"We have werewolf problems."

"Gaston I take it."

Rose shakes her head and says, "Well, yes, but that's not all."

"I don't follow."

Rose ushers Robyn into the house where Timothy now stands in a pair of pants and new shirt that Granny had pulled out for him. "This is Timothy, Gaston's younger brother."

Robyn shrugs and says, "Still not following."

"Gaston bit him."

Robyn looks at the young man, then at Rose, and then back at the young man. "So, if my assumption is correct, you are a werewolf too."

Timothy nods, and says, "Quite against my will."

"Oh, of that I have no doubt." Turning back to Rose, she asks, "And what do you want me to do about it?"

"Can you help him?"

"That would depend on what you want me to do."

Rose tilts her head and says, "Can't you think of someway to take it from him? I once heard you were a friend with fairies."

"Rose, fairies do not come to my every whim. I have seen them before and they don't detest me as they do some humans. That is the extent of my experience with them." Looking back to Timothy, she adds softly, "Furthermore, this curse isn't something that can simply be undone. That's why it's a curse. A fairy may be able to alter it slightly, make it possible for a different experience or maybe possible for you to someday find a solution, but they cannot remove it from you."

Timothy nods in understanding, and then runs his hands through his hair. "Then what am I to do?"

Robyn says plainly, "You must learn to control the beast inside you."

"But he's not me."

"Yes, he is."

Timothy huffs in aggravation and says, "So, inside, I want to go around hunting people and killing villagers."

"No."

He leans back and then shakes his head, "I don't understand."

Robyn takes a seat in a chair nearby and motions for him to sit across from her. "The werewolf, the beast, is a manifestation of that which rests in the darkest parts of your heart. All your rage, anger, hate, any of that is what most fuels the werewolf." Timothy nods and Robyn says, "You do not have much of these in you. You are a very good person, I can see that. But everyone has some, even if only an ounce, of this darkness in them. And that is all it takes. Timothy, you must accept that the beast is a part of who you are. You are the werewolf, and he is you. Once you have done that, I think you will be able to exhibit your more natural behaviors while in that form."

Rose blanches for a moment and then says, "You think?"

Robyn shrugs after a moment and says, "Yeah. Look, it's the first time I've dealt with a werewolf before alright. Give me a break and some credit for having any idea at all." Standing up, Robyn adds, "And now, to find a way to deal with Gaston. Timothy, remain here while I hunt for him. I don't want to mistake you for him and shoot at you instead."

Timothy stares for a moment, and then asks, "Are you going to kill him?"

Robyn pauses at the door, and then answers softly, "Only if he makes me. I will give him a chance, for your sake, but I will kill him if he does not agree to my terms."

Timothy nods and says, "Thank you."

"This should not have happened to you Timothy. You; who still wishes to give your brother a second chance after what he's done to you. I sincerely wish I could be of more help to you."

Rose smiles up at her, and then at Timothy who says "I appreciate what help you have given me. I will not forget it."

Robyn points to Rose and says, "If it should not seem to be working, call me back. I will try to be swift so we can think of another possible solution."

Rose nods and takes her hand briefly and says, "Thank you so much Robyn Hood."

She nods, and then walks out the door and into the woods where Midnight is waiting. Patting her neck gently, she sighs and says, "It looks like we're going to have to go hunting girl. It's as I feared. Gaston has grown to enjoy his beastly nature." Midnight bows her head while whinnying slightly, and Robyn shakes her head. "No, I can't call Rumpel here for this. He would be distraught with worry to see what his curse has caused. No, I can handle this myself."

Midnight shakes her head while she huffs, and Robyn laughs. "Yes, I suppose I do say that a lot don't I. You must admit though, it's not often that I'm wrong." Hopping on her back, Robyn gives a slight kick and says, "Come on girl. Let's go find a good tree to scout from."

It takes longer than she would like to find Gaston. It's not from her lack of skill. She is an excellent hunter. But so was Gaston before all of this, and Robyn realizes that his ability to evade everyone else that's hunting him comes from the knowledge he has. Which means it's like a worst nightmare realized for all those looking for him. More a piece of hay in a needle stack than a needle in a hay stack. He's not only a beast, but Gaston has grown to enjoy the nature of his beast. He thrives off of it. He likes feeling all of the aggression and rage inside him manifest into this being while the moon is full. And apparently it isn't just when the moon is full that he can turn. With time, he had obtained the ability to turn at will, though he was clearly that much more aggressive when the moon actually was full.

But after the first two weeks of tracking him and failing, she takes a new approach, and simply remains in the trees high above the village. He may be good at covering his tracks, but Gaston had never been very good at being silent while moving through the woods. When he had hunted as a human, he had tracked animals to places they went the most, and then laid in waiting for them to return. Now he is the animal, and he can't run quietly like some of them can; like Robyn can.

It still takes her another two weeks to figure out exactly where he goes after he's run through the town. Timothy has come out a couple of times since then as well, but always with Rose. Robyn's theory worked, about accepting the beast. Now that he had accepted it, his control over that part of him was complete. Robyn could tell whenever she spoke to the two of them and Timothy was in his werewolf form, he still understood every word and was actually following the whole conversation.

And now; now Robyn sits high in a tree that overlooks a small cave. This is where Gaston had been returning to every morning after his nightly runs. And as he runs up to it, changing back into his human state as he does, he chuckles while slipping on a pair of pants. "That was fun."

Glaring at him from behind, Robyn hops down from her tree and asks, "Is it because you enjoy tormenting your brother, or just the town in general that you have a good time terrorizing?"

Gaston pauses, and then turns slowly with an evil smirk on his face. "A bit of both I suppose."

Robyn holds her bow poised with an arrow knocked back, ready to fire if he moves or changes before her. "As it may be, I can't allow it to continue."

"And why not? What are these people to you?"

"They are that. They are people. And most of them are rather good people from what I can gather."

Gaston laughs harshly and says, "And I suppose your friend, the wizard or whatever, I suppose he's good from what you can gather as well?"

"Indeed, that he is."

His smirk turns down as he gets angry. "That beast stole my girlfriend."

"Belle was never your girlfriend."

"She would've been! Eventually she would've seen!"

"She already saw Gaston. She saw you for what you really are."

Gesturing to himself with his hands, Gaston asks, "Oh, are you referring to the beast that apparently rests inside of me? And what of my brother? Is he a beast too?"

Robyn smirks now and says, "The beast you turn into is a manifestation of your own hate and rage. You, if you don't mind me pointing out, are one very ugly beast. Timothy may turn into a werewolf, but he is not the monster that you have chosen to be. I've seen him, and he's actually quite beautiful."

Gaston stares at her, and then takes a threatening step forward. "He is the same as me. We are the same."

"He is better than you. He always has been from what I can tell, and he always will be. He never wanted this, and he still doesn't want it. You have grown to enjoy the evil inside you far more than my wizard friend ever imagined you might."

"And what are you going to do about it huh? What is the great Robyn Hood going to do about it? Oh, and you're so lucky that I haven't told anyone that you're a girl."

Now she laughs and asks, "You really think I care that much?"

"You've never told anyone before."

"Because this way is easier. However, I can just as easily kidnap a king's carriage looking like a woman as I can whilst appearing to be a man. In fact, it may turn out to be an easier ploy to pull off if I ever try it."

Gaston growls low in his throat, and points to her. "You are a disgrace to whatever kingdom you hale from. King Richard should be ashamed."

"He isn't, but even so he wouldn't have reason to be. I'm not from his kingdom." Gaston blanches at that, but then quickly becomes angry again. Robyn sighs and says, "Look, I promised Timothy that I wouldn't kill you on sight. As much as maybe I should after seeing what destruction you've caused, I am going to keep my promise and offer you a deal."

"Oh really? And what's that?"

"Leave this village. Leave your brother alone. Stop terrorizing good people, and confine your blood lust to the animals of the woods. There is more than enough to sustain you for years to come. Do these things, and I will let you go."

For a moment she actually thinks he might take the offer. His eyes soften slightly, like maybe he's considering it. But then his eyes harden again, and he snarls while changing back into his wolf state. "Never."

Robyn releases her arrow, but Gaston is quicker than she anticipates. It grazes his shoulder, but it doesn't penetrate enough to really hurt him. Turning around, Robyn takes off further into the woods, weaving in and out of trees. Gaston's speed means nothing when he has to continuously slow down to follow her winding path.

But as they near the fast moving river that runs through just below the village, Robyn realizes that she's run out of places to go and hide. Turning around quickly, she looks up just in time to see Gaston burst from the tree line and leap towards her.

Her arrow is out, and honestly, it would've hit him had Rose not appeared out of nowhere. Rushing towards her, Rose knocks Robyn out of the way, and Gaston lands on her instead. The scream of pain is all Robyn hears for a moment before she knocks back another arrow and fires at the back end of the beast. Gaston howls and backs off to try and remove it while Robyn rushes to kneel down at Rose's side.

Trying to find the source of the blood, she asks, "Rose, what were you thinking?"

Rose gasps a little from pain, but still says, "He was going to kill you."

Robyn rolls her eyes, but is happy that Rose can't see that. Blood is running from her arm and shoulder, and as Robyn pulls some of her sleeve aside, she realizes with horror that it's not just claw marks. Gaston has bitten her, his teeth leaving gaping wounds in her shoulder and arm.

The howl of rage from behind her pulls her attention back to Gaston, who has just pulled the arrow from his hind leg and is stalking towards them again. But before Robyn can even pull out another arrow, Timothy lunges from the woods in his own wolf form and barrels right into him. Robyn watches for a moment as they circle around each other, facing off to see whether they will actually fight or go their separate ways. And because Robyn knows that Gaston will never go his separate way without being chased towards it, she grabs Rose as best she can and carries her swiftly away, following the edge of the river as she goes.

Timothy watches briefly, and feels relief when Robyn is out of sight. His brother is too focused on him now to care where Robyn Hood and Rose have gone to. Gaston growls and says, "Why would you do that brother?" And since they're both wolves, they can understand each other.

Timothy growls back and says, "You were going to kill them."

"Not your girl. I wouldn't do that to you. Just Hood."

Snarling, Timothy says, "He helped me Gaston. He helped me learn to accept what I am. I can control it now. I know what I am, and what I can do. And I'm not going to let you hurt them or anyone else here again."

"Is that right?"

"Yes."

Gaston howls in rage, and then lunges forward to strike at his brother. The battle lasts for the next hour or so, brother fighting brother, neither willing to give an inch. Timothy is bleeding from his right shoulder, and his left leg has been broken twice. But as a werewolf his bones heal rather rapidly. Gaston has a gash in his neck from where Timothy bit him harshly, and then the tip of his left ear is now completely missing.

Glaring, Gaston says, "We could've ruled the woods together! We could've ruled them all!"

"We are not rulers Gaston. And unlike you, I am not a beast."

Gaston snarls again, and lunges forward. But Timothy is ready, and swerves out of the way and then pounces down onto his brother. Pinning him to the ground, he locks his teeth around Gaston's throat. He can feel the rage inside of him, the rage that wants him to tear Gaston's throat right out of his body. But he controls the beast, and he can't do this. Gaston is after all, still his brother. Hardening his hold, he pierces through the flesh beneath the fur, and Gaston whimpers in pain before Timothy lifts his head.

"I have won, and because I have won I declare this land my territory. And I never want to see your face near it again. Leave now, and never return, before I change my mind." He lifts himself off of Gaston and begins walking away. Gaston rises to his feet, anger still raging, but the wolf now in him knows he's lost and that he must obey this command for now.

Smirking though, he growls out, "I hope your little girlfriend enjoys what you are. She is about to join you in this life." Timothy turns to growl at him, but Gaston is already taking off up the river, disappearing into the edge of the woods again, running away from this land that Timothy has now marked as his own.

Running down the river's edge, he finds Rose lying on a rock just a mile or so away. Robyn had managed to carry her that far before having to put her down. Timothy shifts out of his state and bends down to her side. "Rose?"

She opens her eyes to look up at him and asks, "Is he gone?" Her voice sounds weak, but her eyes are strong as she looks up at him.

"Yes. He's gone and he won't be coming back."

"Good." She coughs, and then asks, "Where… where did Robyn go?"

As though on cue, she answers, "I'm here." Robyn rushes forward from the forest and takes the dagger from her belt and quickly begins grinding up whatever plant she has brought with her. "Timothy, I need a cup or something to mix water and this in. Anything will do. Please hurry."

Worriedly, he asks, "Can you stop this?"

"No, but I can stop her bleeding."

Rose lets a tear fall from her eye and she says, "I'm going to turn into a wolf aren't I."

Robyn pauses, and then says sadly, "It is most likely that you will during the next full moon." Rose lays her head back down and closes her eyes sadly.

Timothy, with tears welling in his eyes, says softly, "I'm so sorry Rose."

She looks up at him and smiles gently and says, "This isn't your fault. You saved us Tim. Everything's going to be okay."

Robyn nods in agreement, and then looks back at Timothy and says, "But it won't matter if I can't stop her bleeding. Bring me what I've asked for now." He shifts back and runs back through the woods.

Robyn continues grinding until Rose asks, "Do you think I will be able to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Control it like he can."

"Yes."

Rose shakes her head though and says, "I'm not so sure. I mean, I get it. You accept the bad part of yourself and then the good can come in and mix with it. It makes sense. But…"

Robyn looks to her face for a minute before going back to work grinding and preparing bandages. "Don't overthink it Rose, and don't worry about it right now. You have two days before the next full moon. You can talk to your granny and she can help prepare you."

When Rose doesn't answer, Robyn turns to see tears streaming down her face. "Is it really so bad? To be like him, I mean?"

Rose shakes her head and says, "It's not that. Tim was always afraid that something like this would happen. When I first figured it out, he said that we shouldn't see each other anymore because of what he was. I refused to let him go. And now… now he's right."

Robyn nods and says, "He still loves you."

"I know that. But he'll be so angry with himself. He'll never forgive himself. He'll hate himself forever, all because of this."

Robyn pauses, and then asks softly, "Is that why you don't want to change? You don't want him to feel like he's failed you in some way?"

"Yes. I don't care about being a wolf. I just want to be with him."

Robyn nods, and then hushes her as Timothy comes back with a bowl. Taking water from the stream, she mixes the herbs with it, and then reaches into a side pouch of hers for some cloth. Tearing it into strips, she coats them thickly in the paste she's made, and then whispers quietly over the bowl to make the healing properties work faster than normal. Coming back to Rose, she says gently, "This may hurt at first, but the pain will not last long. You have my word."

She nods, and then cringes as Robyn starts placing the cloth on her shoulder. But true to her word, the pain eases after only a few moments, a numbing and relaxing feeling taking its place. Timothy holds her hand through all of this, and when it's finished he looks to Robyn. "Thank you."

Robyn merely shakes her head and says, "No, thank you. Thanks to both of you. You saved me."

He nods and says quietly, "We saved each other today."

Robyn nods, and then helps him carry Rose back to Granny's house. Once inside, Robyn takes the red cloak of hers and hangs it by the door as Timothy carries her up to the bed in the loft. Granny watches them carefully, and then looks over at Robyn. "How do you aim to help her?"

Looking up, Robyn asks, "Pardon?"

"I know of you Robyn Hood. I know more than most people think I do. And I know you plan on doing something else about this."

They stare at each other for a while, and then Robyn says, "I need something of hers."

"Like what?"

"Something she wears constantly. Something she wouldn't mind having to wear every day for the rest of her life. Something she wouldn't mind to never take off."

Granny nods after a moment, and then points to the red cloak that Robyn had just hung up. "I gave that to her years ago, long before she could actually fit it. But she has worn it ever since."

Picking it up again, Robyn opens the door and says, "I'll be back before the next full moon if not sooner." Granny nods and watches as their hooded friend closes the door behind him.

Sitting on the rock by the river, where Rose's blood had pooled before Robyn had been able to stop it, she lays the cloak down in the blood. Closing her eyes, she waves her hands over it while muttering silent words of protection and safety and health over it. It takes a while, the complication of the spell making it more difficult to get it right. This was a curse she was trying to ward off after all. It wasn't as simple as snapping her fingers, as some things happen to be.

When she's done and opens her eyes again, the sun is setting in the sky. The spell's complexity had taken her mind from where she was. So much so that Robyn isn't entirely sure whether the full moon is coming in a few hours or the night after this.

With that in mind, she picks up the cloak, the blood that had been staining the rock now gone and absorbed into the material. Picking up her things, she hurries back into the woods and back to Granny's house.

Inside, Rose is trembling slightly with fear. Robyn had told Granny that he would return before the next full moon. But Robyn hadn't come back at all the next day, and now the full moon was approaching and there was still no sign of their hooded friend. Timothy strokes her hair and says, "Don't worry Rose. Everything is going to be fine. I'll help you through this. We just have to work on helping you accept it. Once you've done that, the rest will be child's play."

She nods, and then lifts her head to look at him and kisses him firmly on the lips. "I love you."

He smiles gently at her and whispers back, "I love you too Rose."

Just as she can feel her body beginning to try and change, the door flies open and Robyn rushes inside. Granny nearly raises her kitchen knife up in defense, but upon seeing Robyn Hood relaxes down again. "I was beginning to think you'd lost your way."

Robyn shakes her head while unfolding the cloak. "The help I asked for took longer than I had anticipated. I didn't realize it would be cutting it this close."

Rose looks between them and asks, "What? I don't understand. What's going on?" Robyn doesn't answer right away, instead taking the cloak and draping it over Rose and securing it in place. "Robyn, what's going on?" Still no answer. Robyn sits back in a chair across the room and sits quietly, patiently, staring in Rose's direction, watching closely as the sun sinks lower and lower. "Robyn?"

Robyn holds up her hand for patience and says gently, "Just wait."

And after ten or so more minutes of waiting, Rose finally realizes what is going on. Her body doesn't feel different. There is no change happening to her. Looking down at herself, she looks at her very human hands, and then over at Timothy who is fighting off his own change to stay human with her, trying to wait and see if she will as well. "It's alright Tim. Go ahead. I'm not changing." He stares at her for a moment, and then smiles before his clothes tear off and he becomes a wolf right next to her. Looking back at Robyn, Rose watches as he sighs in his seat.

Wiping a hand over her face, Robyn says in a relieved tone, "It worked."

Rose gapes at him and asks, "What did you do Robyn?"

Looking back up at her, Robyn shrugs as though it's no big deal now, but then says, "I couldn't do anything for Timothy. The curse had already taken him and I can't fix that. But the curse hasn't touched you yet. Not completely anyway."

"What are you saying?"

Robyn steps forward and gently fingers the cloak around her shoulders. "So long as you wear this Rose, you will never turn into a werewolf. If I'm correct, you don't even have to wear it all the time. Just at night, and always during the hours before a full moon. I wouldn't recommend going days without it, but that's the general idea. So long as you keep it on, the curse can't complete itself."

Rose jumps up from the sofa and wraps Robyn into a tight hug. "Oh Robyn. How will I ever thank you enough?"

Smiling, she answers, "You have already done so much more for me my new friend. This is the least I can do to repay you."

Timothy licks at Robyn's hand, and she looks down at him and smiles. "I wish there was more I could do for you Tim. I'm sorry that all I could give you was control." He shakes his head, a sign that he disagrees with her assumption of how little she's just done for him. Leaning back, Robyn puts a hand on Rose's shoulder again and says, "And I'm afraid this is where I leave you my friend."

She frowns slightly and asks, "You can't stay?"

"I can never stay anywhere but so long. I've already been here longer than I normally would've liked to remain." Squeezing Rose's shoulder, she then says, "Don't lose that bracelet either Rose. It may come in quite handy again someday."

She nods her head vigorously and says, "I won't. Thank you again Robyn Hood. Thank you so much."

It's been weeks since she was discovered hiding in the bunker of the ship. The box she'd been hiding behind had been removed while she was sleeping, and the two men dragged her back up to the deck of the ship. "Well, well, well… what do we have here?" The apparent captain of this ship looks uglier than she had imagined him being. She had hoped that maybe the ship's dark appearance had been for show. It wasn't.

Thomas Hinkle had looked her up and down several times before finally smiling and asking, "And why shouldn't we throw you over board?" And at this point, Robyn was nearly positive that it wouldn't matter what she said anyway.

In spite of that though, she sighs and says, "I can swab the decks, and maybe even cook meals for the crew. I can also tend to your wounded and ill if there comes a time for that."

The first two he doesn't really seem to care about, but when she says she can take care of his wounded and sick, his eyes open a little wider in interest. "Say I let you stay on my ship? How would you care for my crew?"

"I would need some supplies to do it. Some you already have and I can find easily by simply looking around the ship or in the sea. Others I would need to procure on land if we ever dock."

He looks her up and down again, and then nods his head and says, "You may stay then. And while we have no wounded at the moment, you will swab the decks as you suggested. I already have a cook."

And since then she has been mopping, scrubbing, and nit picking away at his ship. It looks better than it ever has. But as the weeks have passed, he keeps getting less and less satisfied with her work. "Why isn't this clean?"

And because she knows it won't make a difference what she says to him in response anymore, she simply states back to him, "It is." He slaps her across the face, and she falls to the ground.

Several of his crew turn to look at her on the ground, and she can feel them wanting to help her, but they know that their captain would grow even angrier if they did. She had helped them all at some point by now. She'd tended to wounds or cured them of sicknesses that they'd caught from other sailors or from something they'd eaten. It was only the captain, incidentally the only one that really mattered at this point, that seemed to somehow keep growing to dislike her. Him and a few of his right hand men.

Of course, she knew a part of what it was. He'd made passes at her ever since she had been discovered. It had gotten to the point where now she just turned him down cold, turned away whenever he came near, and occasionally even purposefully walked to the other end of the ship to avoid him.

Still, Robyn doesn't think it merits such cruelty. But, she's on his ship, out in the open sea, and she knows very little of what is typically expected of women on ships. Then again, she'd never done what was expected of her anyways. As the man some thought her to be or as the woman some knew her to be.

Looking up at him, she glares up at his glowering face, and he glares right back. "Get the wench up!" Nicholai and Robert, a couple of Thomas' before mentioned right hand men, drag her up from the ground and hold her up by her arms. "This siding is not clean." He runs his finger across the smooth surface, and when his hand comes up there isn't anything on it, aside from the sprinkle of water that has splashed up.

That's apparently all he needs to feel he's proven his point though. Moving to stand right in front of her, he leans in closer to her face and hisses menacingly, "Take her to my quarters. I will see about teaching her some manners." He couldn't make her sleep with him. He'd even tried to tie her to the bed, but tying her down only made her fight harder, and she'd broken his nose with her head before he'd finally called someone down to tear off the back of her shirt and beat her with a staff he'd had nearby.

He calls these sessions of senseless violence his way of 'beating sense into her'. Her punishments last for long periods of time, mostly because she never cries out. The crew has yet to figure out why she never screams. In all honestly, it takes a great deal of effort not to. But Robyn has been through worse. She has been through fire, through war, through near death situations of all kinds. She is not about to cry out for help because this man has tied her arms out of reach and is beating her or torturing her below deck. She is better than that.

Or she's too stubborn. Take your pick. Either way, she refuses.

She could call Rumpelstiltskin; but no. He's taking care of Snow, and he's taking care of Belle. She had never intended to ask him for more than Snow, and then she'd added Belle to the list. Her deal had been made only to ensure that if for some reason she felt he wasn't doing a good job of taking care of Snow that she could ask for his help in another way. But Rumpel had never failed, and Robyn had never had to ask again.

And as her hands are tied up against the wall and secured so she can't break free, Robyn closes her eyes and begins to recount all the reasons that she won't scream because of this stupidity. She'd been banished from her kingdom. 'Smack'. She'd left behind her family, her precious Snow, to ensure their safety, and been branded a murderer, an outlaw. 'Smack'. Red Robyn's name is one the world would forever hate, and one that she'd had to let die in order to live other places. 'Smack'.

As they take down her hands and then chain them to the floor so she can't move while one of them prepares to punch her in the face, she continues to count. She'd taken on a tyrant prince, and saved a kingdom from his rule. 'Slap'. She'd helped a prince battle a dragon, and then thwarted another witch in her attempts to help as well. 'Punch'. She'd outsmarted a curse to help a woman stay a woman, and never have to face the beast that wanted out inside of her. 'Slap'. She'd befriended fairies, and befriended a terrifying wizard who in the end wasn't all that terrifying. 'Punch'. She'd battled werewolves, she'd fought wars, and she'd even run through fire and scaled a large tower to rescue a damsel and her beloved from certain death. 'Slap'. She was friend of a mermaid, and a friend of a genie. 'Slap'.

Robyn had conquered everything she had ever set out to conquer. She'd even helped Marian, now Cinderella, find her true love and live happily ever after. She had built a home for a hopeless people, and in doing so she'd given them hope. She has done so much, and been through so much. She can and will get through this… again.

And as she's punched in the gut and the air knocked out of her, she does vow this for herself. She will only tolerate this treatment for another week. She had grown attached to those of the crew that meant her no harm, and that is the only reason she had remained so long. But if Thomas thought to beat her again, for a ship that she had made spotless when no one else could, she would finally use her magic to force the ship to head towards land. She would board a new ship, one with a captain she'd laid eyes on first to see if she could determine his character. At the very least, she would only board another ship that she felt she would be seen as an asset, not an object to be owned by the captain.

It's when she's about to start counting off the names of her dear friends in her head that she realizes the beating has ended. Odd. It never ends so soon. A new voice, one she's certain she's never heard before, says to all of them, "Get above deck, all of you." She waits for another beating, or a scolding for not listening, or something. Even if it wasn't her fault that she couldn't move, she expected Thomas to send someone to yell at her for 'dallying' in his quarters.

But the footsteps behind her, the ones that had accompanied the voice ordering everyone up on the deck, don't stop there. They round so that she knows someone is standing in front of her. Lifting her head, she lets her dark eyes meet his, and his widen when he meets her angry gaze. Reaching down, he uncuffs her wrists from the chains they are hooked in, and moves to help her up but she rights herself and moves to stand on her own two feet by herself.

Staring at him, she backs away a step and asks, "Who are you?"

He takes the red cap off of his head and says, "My name's Smee Miss."

Miss? Did he just call her Miss? Sure, some of the other crew members called her that when they were in private, when she was helping them. But Robyn has never seen this man before in her life. He's slightly chubby, with small green eyes, white hair, a red cap now in his hands, and a striped shirt that really doesn't suit him in her opinion.

Reaching the desk behind her, she grabs the knife that she knows is there and tucks it into the back of her skirt. Her shirt is torn and her back is bloody and bruised. The first thing anyone behind her will see is that, not the knife she is concealing. "What do you want with me?"

In the same firm and yet gentle tone he had used on her the first time, he says, "I'm to take you upstairs Miss. Did you not hear the cannon fire?" No, she didn't. She'd been too focused on thinking about all the reasons she wouldn't cry out for mercy from the bastard of a captain. "Come Miss."

She knows she doesn't really have a choice, so she walks slowly to the door and then out into the hall to go up the stairs. Her back hurts and aches, as does the rest of her bruised body, but her step doesn't show that. No, she walks the way she always has, with determination and with a destination in mind. Even if she isn't really sure where she's going, aside from up on the deck of the ship.

Smee goes before her to the door leading up to the deck, and then holds a hand down for her to grab as she comes up. And the sight before her causes her eyes to widen. Several of her crew are bleeding and wounded. Another ship is sailing directly next to Thomas', and the entire crew of the other one appears to be on board at the moment. Thomas' crew is held at sword point. Well, all but her.

Smee turns to look amongst his fellow crew members, and then he calls out, "Captain. He had a wench down below."

Robyn grits her teeth, and then turns to look at Smee and says quietly, but with deadly intent behind her tone, "I am not a wench." He looks at her, his eyes widening again at the hardness of her gaze. But in the next second it vanishes, and her eyes glaze over as she looks past him. "No."

Maybe she doesn't have permission to move. Maybe the captain of the other ship had been right in front of her and she'd just brushed right past him. But none of that currently matters. She walks over to the stairs that lead up to the helm of the ship, and kneels down next to the man currently sprawled across them, bleeding profusely from his sides. Whispering softly, she says, "Percival."

She puts her hands to his face, and when his eyes open he looks up at her and offers her a weak smile. "Lass." Percival is by far the nicest crew member on the ship. Ever since the captain had started beating her for whatever reasons he came up with, Percival had taken to patching her up. He used her herbs, followed her instructions, and carefully tended to her wounds as she did to all of theirs. Since they couldn't really fight with their captain, he felt this was the least he could do.

Another new voice asks gently, "Was he your lover lass?" Robyn shakes her head, not knowing who asked but knowing that they're talking to her. Who else would be a lass on this ship? Percival chokes for a second on blood, and Robyn takes his head gently and moves so she is holding it in her lap. There is nothing she can do for him. His wounds are too great, his state too far gone. Maybe if she hadn't been down in Thomas' quarters. Maybe if she hadn't been tied up. Maybe if she'd heard the cannon fire and had been able to rush back up with her crew, maybe then she could've saved him. But not like this. He's lost too much blood, and the time it would take to fix the medicine to help stop it would be the time in which he died.

Looking down at him sadly, she says, "Percival, look at me my friend." He opens his eyes to look at her, and she says softly, "I am so sorry." He looks at her for a moment in confusion, so she says more bluntly, "You're going to die. There is nothing I can do." His eyes widen, and he starts to struggle, but stills as she shushes him and wipes some of the sweat from his forehead. "Don't fight so hard against it. It will only hurt you more." He looks up at her as a tear starts to fall from his eye. She quickly catches it, and then tenderly holds his face again. "Tell me about Hannah, Percival. Tell me about your wife. She was beautiful, yes?"

Percival nods, his body relaxing as he remembers his late wife who had died shortly before he'd joined this crew. "She had… blond hair… the color of the sun… so bright… so beautiful. She had… eyes… eyes like you." He reaches up to touch her face, gently brushing his fingers against her cheek. "And beautiful voice. She had… beautiful voice."

Robyn nods and asks, "Can you hear her now Percival?"

He ponder that briefly, and then smiles before laughing slightly, both in fear and relief. "Yes. I hear…"

As he begins to choke again, Robyn gently shushes him, and then says, "Listen to her Percival. Look for her. Let her take you, and it will not be so bad. It will wash over you, like a warm blanket right before. Look at her Percival. Let her take you now."

There are a few more labored breaths, and then Robyn feels the life go out of him as his final breath leaves his lips and his head turns to the side. Robyn closes her eyes, and only now does she allow any tears to fall.

She knows Smee is talking right in front of her. She knows he's confused and doesn't understand her. But she doesn't care. Percival is dead. He'd died in her arms. She had come onto this ship with nothing, but he had become her only real friend. And now he's gone.

Smee is still talking in a bewildered tone, saying, "I don't understand it captain. Down there she wasn't crying. She wasn't screaming. That's why it took me so long to realize what was going on. She wasn't making any sound. And yet here she is and she's crying over this man who she claims isn't her lover. I don't understand it captain."

The Captain of the rival ship says simply, "That is because you are thinking too small of this young woman Smee."

"But captain, she's a wench."

At that Robyn's eyes snap back open. "I… am not… a wench."

Smee's eyes widen again as her eyes lift to look at him, the deep blue looking almost black with her rage, her sorrow, and her sudden hate. The captain looks at her a moment longer, and then pulls a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and gently holds it out to her.

She stares for a moment, and he says, "You've got a smudge of his blood on your cheek Love." She takes it carefully from him, and then wipes her cheek off. The captain watches her for a moment longer, and then stands and motions for two of his men to come forward. "Carry this one back to our ship." And as Robyn begins to clutch him tighter, he assures her, "We will wrap him up and give him a proper burial at sea."

And now she studies his face, and he wonders what it is exactly that she's looking for. Whatever it is, she must find it, because she releases Percival and his men take him across the plank that connects the two ships.

Offering her a hand, he says, "I am J.T. Hook; Captain of the Jolly Roger. Who might you be Love?"

She stares at him again, and then pulls her hand from his while she thinks. No one on this ship had ever asked for her name. She hadn't had to answer that. They had all simply taken to calling her lass or girl. But now that she does have to answer that question, she knows Robyn won't do. Even though her friends are bound to have kept their mouths closed about her secret, someone somewhere definitely knows about a young woman named Robyn who has magical abilities. No, she can't be Robyn, not while at sea.

She swallows after a moment of thought though and lifts her head to look at him again. "Marian. My name is Marian."

He offers her his hand again, and then asks, "Now, please don't be offended, but if you are not a wench, why are you below deck serving your captain's very kinky requests."

She glares and says, "I was not there by choice."

Hook stares at her for a moment, and then nods and asks, "And if you are not a wench then what is your purpose on this ship."

When she doesn't answer right away, Hook takes a step closer to her. And for the first time, he sees the reaction of most of the crew. Every one of them, aside from the captain himself, budges or twitches. They reach for her, like wanting to protect her or secure her, but not knowing how. Looking back down at her, he adds, "Whatever you are, you are apparently quite the catch to have."

And when he grins, Robyn isn't sure she likes it. Until he says, "And being the pirate that I am, I credit myself on always having the finest catch." And like a gentleman, conflicting with his roll of pirate, he bows before her, and then offers his hand again. "So, if you will, we will board my ship, and from now on you will sail with me."

Thomas lets out an indignant sound, and makes to move, but the sword pointed at his belly stops him. "I say Hook, surely you jest. She is but a meager deck swab, a wench in the least. She has caused nothing but trouble, no matter how many second chances I give her. She…"

Robyn glares at him now and says heatedly, "I… am not… a wench."

Hook looks back to her and says, "Yes. It appears he doesn't understand that though Love." Turning back to Thomas, he says, "And if she is but a meager deck swab as you say, then why does your entire crew reach as if to save her from my grasp? If she is that meaningless to you, then why should my relieving you of her be such a problem?" Grinning, he adds, "And besides, now she will be able to cause me all kinds of trouble."

Thomas glares and says, "She is a member of my crew, and I say you can't have her."

"And yet, since you have lost this battle, it is I who gets to decide whether she comes or not."

Robyn has the urge to argue, to say that she can decide for herself. But, in the interest of not pissing off this captain and of getting off of this accursed ship, she holds her tongue. It's also then that she sees the blood leaking down from Captain Hook's left shoulder. And as always, she ignores everything else and moves closer to him, the one who is injured and closest to her to help. He stares for a bit, shocked that she'd moved yet again, and closer to his side at that. When she lifts his leather overcoat to look at his shoulder, he watches her carefully as she inspects the wound with equal care. And then she walks off, towards the other end of the ship and down a set of stairs out of sight.

Smee, bewildered again, asks, "Captain?"

But Hook waves for him to calm down and quit worrying. "She will return Smee. I sense letting her move on her own right now will work in my favor."

"But she didn't ask to move."

To that Hook raises an eyebrow and asks, "Who said she had to ask permission? You don't ask permission to scratch your ass do you?" Smee opens his mouth, but then quickly shuts it. "Exactly. Leave her be. Let's deal with these others for now." Turning back to Thomas, he says, "Now, why don't you tell me what she really is to you? You obviously fancy her. And she is obviously, and quite understandably, not interested in you. And yet, she remains. So, if she is nothing but a mere deck swab, why is she still aboard your ship?"

Thomas glares, and then Hook takes the sword from his sheath and holds it to his throat. His other crew member backs off and goes to hold his sword at another member of Thomas' crew. "Do you really want to leave your crew without its captain?"

Thomas smirks, and then suddenly knocks Hook's sword out of the way and quickly pulls out his own. Swinging wildly, he says, "She will be mine. You will not take her. The wench will be mine. She…" The arrow that flies to sail through his shoulder makes his sword fall to the ground. All heads turn to see Robyn, her bow and arrows now in her hands, along with the bag of her supplies over her shoulder.

Stepping forward, she hisses at him, "I am not a wench. And if I have to say it again, he will be the least of your problems, because I will shoot you myself and watch you die a slow and painful death."

Hook grins and says, "So, the lass has claws I see." She straightens up and Hook looks to her bag and asks, "And what is in there?"

"The reason he doesn't want you to take me." He raises an eyebrow at her, and Robyn says, "I'm his healer. I tend to the wounded and sick. And I am good at what I do."

Hook's smile widens as he says, "Indeed you must be. And I'm sure they will all hate to see you go. No time for goodbyes though. Time is of the essence, so let's be off." His crew takes that as their cue and they all start heading back over to the other ship.

Hook turns to see Thomas struggling to his feet. Glaring at Robyn, the beaten captain points and says, "You are a wench, and you are not leaving."

She turns to face him, her arms moving automatically for another arrow to knock into her bow. But something cold hooks into the elbow of her right arm. Looking down, she finally sees the reason behind J.T. Hook being called Captain Hook. Where his left hand should be, is in fact, a hook.

As she looks up at him, Hook almost expects her to be disgusted, grossed out, or even scared because of the hook on her arm. Instead, all he finds is curiosity, a desire to know why he's stopped her. "Let's not leave the crew without a captain Love." She grits her teeth for a moment, and then sighs and relaxes her arms. "There's a good lass. Come." She looks back at the rest of the crew, and smiles lightly at all of them before continuing on across the plank and over to the Jolly Roger.

Hook smiles and waves at Thomas before saying, "A pleasure doing business with you mate. We'll have to do this again sometime." And then they're off. The crew lifts the anchor and releases the sails and the ship pushes forward further out to sea. Looking behind them, Robyn sees the damage to the haul of Thomas' ship. They can't chase or they risk taking on water. And yet, she fears that he will try anyways.

Captain Hook watches her for a moment, and then says reassuringly, "You need not worry Love. The day one outruns the Jolly Roger is the day Peter Pan forgets how to fly."

She doesn't understand what he says when he mentions a Peter Pan supposedly flying, but turns from looking back at her old crew anyway and watches him for a moment at the wheel. "Your shoulder is wounded."

He looks down, and then says casually, "It's a scratch Love."

"No it's not. Nothing vital was hit, but if you don't allow me to clean it out it will get infected."

He turns to look at her briefly, and then says, "Jackson. Take the wheel. You know our heading." The crew member named Jackson nods and takes the wheel. Hook bows slightly and then says, "Right this way Love."

Once in his quarters, he removes his overcoat and then takes off the button up white shirt he was wearing. Robyn may not be a wench, but she can't help but stare for a brief moment at the firm and toned body of this Captain Hook. Tan and muscular arms, tight abs, broad shoulders and chest. But before he can catch her ogling him, she averts her eyes to her bag, and pulls out several of her herb jars.

Looking as she pulls out her things, he asks curiously and a bit skeptically, "You're going to heal me with grass and seaweed?" When she looks up at him under her lashes, he holds up his hands… well, hand and hook… and says, "Fine, I will refrain from comment."

He watches as she grinds up two of the herbs together, and then drops them in a wooden cup she pulls out. Adding water, she then takes a strip of cloth from her bag and coats it in the now pasty substance in the cup. He misses her lips moving, her muttering of a small spell to enhance the healing effects. When she turns, he watches her closely though. He watches her attention to the wound on his shoulder. He notes how gentle she is in spite of the fact that she has only known him maybe thirty minutes. He winces slightly as she wraps her coated bandage around his shoulder.

Her tone is gentle as she says, "Sorry. The pain will not last long." And it doesn't. When she is finished, she asks, "Where is my friend?"

Hook rotates his shoulder slightly, wondering at the relief he feels from what little she had done to him. He then looks back at her and says, "My crew took him below deck to storage." Standing up, he moves to a closet and pulls out several cloths and blankets. "Here, if you wish to wrap him, use these."

"Thank you." She is still unchanged. Her torn skirt reveals a pair of pants underneath, her torn shirt reveals the many gashes and bruises across her skin. Her dark eyes reveal nothing even as her bruised cheek swells and Hook knows it must hurt her quite a bit. Still, she seems determined to tend to her dead comrade first, so he makes no comment of fixing her up for now.

Before she can leave, he says, "We will set him off at sunset. Since you are good with a bow, would you like to make the shot to light the fire?"

"Yes."

"Very well then."

She nods, and then steps out of his quarters. He sits back down and ponders who and what this girl really is. She was hard. She'd shed no tears when being beaten for no reason. And yet, when her friend had died, she had cried over his face without any care as to who was watching. She was a healer, and a damn good one if her crew's reaction was an indication. And yet when Thomas had begun to attack she had not hesitated in knocking back her arrow and shooting him. And if he hadn't stopped her, she would've done it again. And the cap she wore, covering the majority of her head, honestly made him wonder whether she was hiding a bald head, or if she just didn't like for her hair to be in her way.

Regardless, she was now a member of his crew. Smirking to himself, Hook says, "Oh yes James, this should be quite interesting."

Meanwhile, as she wraps her dead friend carefully in rags, Robyn freezes as it finally hits her, why this Captain Hook somehow seems so familiar to her, and yet she's never heard of him before. But she had known him before, just not by that name. Not as Hook. No, to her he would always be James H. Tolkien, her best childhood friend, the boy who had always treated her as an equal. The boy who had kissed her cheek goodbye. The boy who she'd thought she would never see again, and would never sail the ocean with.

Looking up at the ceiling, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She's not sure if this is exactly a break or a sign from some higher deity that they enjoy joking around with her life. Either way, she knows she will have to be careful to not reveal too much of herself around him. And yet, she has a strong feeling that in a way, he will undoubtedly pull as much of herself to the surface simply by standing next to her. James had always been good with her, had always known what she was thinking most of the time and had always been the first to accompany her on any scheme she came up with.

He was the one who had given her, her first bow. He is the reason she could become Robyn Hood. Sighing, Robyn shakes her head, but can't help the smile that crosses her face. "Well James, I guess we will get to sail across the sea together after all. Even if you don't realize it."

Chapter 9! Yay! I'm working on it guys, I promise. I hope you're still enjoying the story. Let me know what you think. :)