A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or it's characters
This is inspired by KP-chan's work, Through My Eyes, so go read that too! It's on here and DeviantArt(as is my story)
Chapter 2
A Pirate's Life For Me, Is Short
Captain James Hook stood before me in his full attire, his eyes gazing at me with a confident smile. Though he was only half a head taller than me, it still felt like he was towering above. Everything I planned on saying played out in my head at super speed but all I managed to do was gaze at him in awe. When I started to speak, my breath got caught in my throat and I ended up coughing instead. His smile faded to one of curiosity when he looked me over a little more carefully.
"What happened the dress my dear?" My stomach did back flips when he spoke. He turned to Smee with a frown, ready to blame him for my current clothing.
"It didn't fit." I almost couldn't believe I was talking to him and I almost didn't expect him to respond. Hook turned back to me with a calm expression. Seeing this I gained a little more bravery to continue, a part of me feared him with his short temper, and it would be foolish not to. "There was no way I was going to fit into that." I then gestured to myself and smiled. "I'm not even close to that sort of figure. So I borrowed some of the other clothes laying around."
"I see." He smiled again. "Mr. Smee?" The pirate yelled even though Smee was right next to him. "Yes Captain!" Smee saluted with a smile. I think he likes picking on Smee, and considering all he's done to him in the movie, I would probably pick on him too. "Make sure we get some proper clothes for our special guest." His eyes returned to me for a moment before sending Smee away.
Excuse me? What does he mean by special guest? Is it normal to kidnap a special guest? He started to walk off but I quickly followed after him, feeling confident enough to start demanding answers. If I was truly his special guest, there was a better chance of staying unharmed, for now.
"You slept well I hope."
"Considering the fact that last night I was chased around by cartoon pirates, cut my arm, got hit on the head, kidnapped, and woke up in Never land... yeah, I slept pretty well." I paused, gazing at the unchanging smile he had, and trying not to blush. Just why was he smiling at me like that? "What in the world is going on!"
Hook bowed low taking off his hat as he did. "A thousand pardons my dear. I thought you dreamed of coming here, and meeting me." He looked at me with sly smile. I felt a blush rush to my cheeks and I looked down in a attempt to hide it. How did he know that? This was getting more creepy and confusing by the second. "I had planned to bring you here of your own free will, but you ran off so suddenly..." That's because he and his crew scared me half to death, and he made it sound like they were going to rape me or something. Of course I ran, any sensible person would! A hand reached under my chin lifting my head to look at him. His face was much closer now. "I do hope you forgive me."
The blush grew and I nodded. Curse you female emotions! I was completely entranced by his kind manner to me, and started to become suspicious. "What do you want from me?" The only time I've seen him this nice and gentlemanly was when he was using Tinkerbell to reveal where Peter Pan's hideaway was. Well, I could also include when he was talking to Jane in Return to Never land, but I like to pretend that doesn't exist.
He was a little taken back but regained himself quickly. "Why this isn't what you might think it is Regina." Note to self, remember to ask how he and Smee know my name. "Being a pirate is such a lonely venture, and a female companion would be most welcome."
Female companionship my foot! If he wanted a girl so bad to travel the sea and obsess over Peter so much, he could have kidnapped an Indian girl, or even seduced a mermaid, or better yet, go find himself a nice female pirate. Why should he go through all the trouble of coming to my world, wow that sounded weird, wait by a dumpster with his crew and get me?
"Fine, but why me?" My arms crossed my chest to emphasize that I wanted an answer, now.
"Why don't we continue this conversation in my cabin?" Hook started towards a door with fancy carvings and bits of gold paint.
I almost started to follow him but froze. He wants me to go to his cabin, alone, with him! Doesn't matter if he is a cartoon pirate, he's still a male, so I'd much rather be out in the open with the other pirates watching. Especially after what he said not five minutes before.
Seeing that I wasn't following him, he came back. "Why my dear, I may be a pirate, but I also know how to treat a lady." Somehow I can't help wondering just how many women he's been with. "There's a few things I would like to show you."
"Alright, but, I want a chaperon." I said with a smile. There is no way I'm leaving myself alone with him. Hook frowned for a moment, sighed and called for Smee. The pirate came running and tripped on the stairs, but picked himself back up quickly. "Thank you." Smee hurriedly opened the door for Hook and myself.
"Pan ahoy!" Yelled one of the pirates.
Hook snapped around to look at the pirate in the crow's nest, his face full of anger. "What?" He looked back at me then slammed his hook into the railing. "Blast that Peter Pan!"
After mumbling to himself quickly he yelled at the pirate where Peter was then at Smee to get the crew all on deck. With all the running around and yelling going on, I started looking for fly boy. I barely had a chance to look when a hand wrapped itself around my wrist and pulled me to Hook's cabin.
"It seems our talk will have to wait." He tossed me inside and almost closed the door but stopped. "There are a few things on my desk you may like to look at until I'm done here." The door was closed and I was left alone.
I could hear Hook yelling at the pirates, then him yelling things like scurvy brat, and a younger voice calling him an old codfish. Yep, that's Peter and Hook alright. I didn't see any reason to bother with the door, not like it'd be safe to get out with the fighting going on. Wait, was Hook genuinely concerned for my safety? Some gun fire made me jump and hit the desk behind me. Oh right, he did say there was something here I might like to see. Moving around to the front, I scanned the desk of it's contents.
"What?"
First thing I noticed on the desk was a sepia picture of me in old western clothing. It was a cut out of a bigger picture that had me and my two siblings in similar outfits from when we went out with my grandparents. I blushed a deep red knowing that Hook had this and how much of my leg was showing. There were also a few other pictures of me, all in color and most of them was when I was younger. But each of them had me in the living room, watching the movie, Peter Pan. There was even one from the night before at the sleep over. As if things weren't weird enough, I suddenly gained a cartoon pirate stalker! Just when did this happen?
Falling into the large fancy chair behind me, I took this moment to let it all sink in. Captain Hook had been keeping an eye on me since I was a kid. Why... I don't think I really want to know. Turning back to the desk, I noticed a folder tucked between some books. I pulled it out, while trying not to move the books, and opened it. Inside were more pictures of girls, all of them watching Peter Pan and older with each one. Some of the younger photos had a check on it, and others had an X. The ones that had an X didn't have any older versions of the girls. Eventually all the photos got an X and mine was the only one with a check on each one.
So he didn't chose me by random, but spent possibly a long amount of time watching and choosing the who he liked the most. I may have been flattered had I not been so creeped out by it. But that still didn't explain why he chose me, and not a cartoon girl. And where did he get this folder? Did he find his way back to England and steal one jsut so he has a place to put his pictures... Wait, there are some notes here to, about me and the other girls! I might actually get some answers!
The sound of gun fire made me jump yet again. I wasn't used to hearing guns and if I was, I'd probably jump anyway. Peter must be really annoying Hook. I wonder how the pirate captain is doing. Carefully I made my way to the open porthole, no wonder the shots were so loud, and looked out. The crew was trying to fight Peter while he continued to hurl insults at the captain, who was a bright red now. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in front of me, blinding me for a moment.
"Hosheeshies!" I nearly fell back but regained my balance in time and sight to see Tinkerbell staring me down. "Um, hi?" As excited as I was about seeing her, it was a little weird to have her staring at me while flying so close to my face. Flying... Flying! Maybe if I learn to fly, I can find a way back home. It's a long shot but I'll try anything. "Hey, can you help me?"
The pixie made a sound small jingling bells. How does Peter understand her? He study fairy language or something? She looked confused so I assumed she answered What? or Why?
"You see, Hook kidnapped me, and I'm hoping that I might be able to fly back home." A few more jingling sounds and she appeared to be thinking, glancing back at me now and then. "Please? I promise I'm not a pirate, just a normal... girl."
At first, I wasn't sure how to describe myself. Yes I am of the female persuasion, but I am a grown up, not a child any more. With that in mind, could I fly? Not just because I'm a grown up, but I'm not a cartoon, I'm... real. Of course you could also argue that all this is real, it shouldn't be, and yet, here I am with... living people? This isn't the time for philosophical questions and debates in my mind. There is a chance that I might escape Hook and fly home. The idea of actually flying made my heart leap and turned back to Tinkerbell, only she wasn't there anymore.
I hurried back to the porthole to see Tinkerbell fly off somewhere. Well, there went a possible way out. A sigh past my lips and then I heard the sound of a ticking clock. The crock is still alive? So that means this is before Return to Never land, thank God. Wait, then that means... Carefully I stuck my head out the porthole and prayed that I don't get stuck.
Up in the air was Peter, dressed in his green outfit and tights, with a hand to his ear. "You hear that Hook? Sounds like your old friend is here." Peter teased.
Hook looked around franticly shouting no a few times. With amazing speed he dashed to one side of the boat, where the ticking was the quietest and ordered his men to kill the crock. Then it moved. It was nearer to Hook now. The Pirate jumped back but looked over the rail for the reptile. "Where is the blasted thing?" Now there was another ticking clock on the other side, where it was before. "It's here captain!" One pirate yelled. "No it's here!" Cried another. The sound of ticking clocks had surrounded the ship. "No, it's not possible!" He proclaimed while shaking up a storm. Peter had a big grin plastered on his face and was trying not to laugh.
It was a trick, and Hook fell for it.
At that moment, I burst out laughing. This was one of the many reasons why Hook was my favorite villain. Consumed with fear for his second most hated enemy, he could realize that Peter was playing a joke. None of the pirates seemed to figure it out. Hook was just so funny, and that was one of the reasons he was my favorite villain.
My laughter came to an abrupt end when Hook's hook was pressed against my throat. "You think this is funny?" Despite my current situation, I smiled and nodded.
"It's a game, a joke." Hook glared at me, silently demanding I explain further. "He got you thinking that the crocodile has multiplied when I'm pretty sure it hasn't." The hook left my throat and his explression softened, just a little. "Pan's probably found a bunch of clocks and put them around your ship."
Hook's glare faded and he smiled at me. "Thank you my dear." With that, he spun back round to face Peter. "I'm afraid that little prank of yours won't work this time!" He shouted at him with a triumphant smile. Wait, but weren't you just cowering in fear a moment ago.
"But Captain, just a moment before-" Smee started but never finished as Hook nearly decapitated him with his sword. And another giggle fit from me. I was starting to enjoy being here, but only for now.
Peter laughed, then crowed, and soon there was laughter all around the ship. The pirate crew leaned over to search the water for lost boys and Hook glared down the flying wonder. Tinkerbell flew up at Pan and whispered something to him. "Good work Tink." Peter turned back to Hook and grinned. "Better luck next time you old codfish."
"I'll get you Peter Pan! Just you wait!" Hook yelled after him. Once the boy was out of sight, he turned to his crew and started throwing insults for not being able to stop Peter and was about to plunge his hook into one, when he stopped and tossed him aside. "What are you lounging around for you bilge rats, raise anchor!" He yelled, his face a bright red.
His crew started running around to do all sorts of boat, oh excuse me, ship stuff I suppose. I don't much about bo-ships to really know what they were doing, but I guess we aren't hanging around here anymore. Are we going ashore to find Peter and the lost boys? Why am I saying we? It's not like their going to invite me to come "hunting" with them. Probably will leave me on the boat locked in a room and some big pirate outside watching me so I don't... Why is Hook looking so smug at me? He's got nothing to be smug abo-oh no he's coming back! I really don't want to be left alone in here with him now!
Quickly I jumped out of the porthole and hit my head. "Gah! Wow that really hurt." I said while rubbing the back of my head. Oh right, that's the same place where Smee hit me last night. No wonder it hurt. Not the time to think about, if I hurry I just might get out of here before Hook. I dashed for the door only to have it open and Hook standing in front of me.
He didn't wait for me to move, with his hand on my shoulder he pushed me aside and walked in. "I'm sure you found the pictures interesting." Hook stood in front of the desk. Did he notice the other girl's pictures were out?
A small smile crossed my lips. "So I see you like brunettes." It was unbelievably hard not to say, 'So I heard you like mudkips'. Even just saying it mentally made it hard not to break out laughing. This mudkip joke had become very well known on DeviantArt, a site I visited daily. The smile faded to a frown. Was his plan to show me these pictures to mock me? He didn't even bother turning around to face me! "Just what are you planning? Kidnapping me and these other girls for 'companionship'?"
The captain's hook slammed into the desk, landing on one of the pictures. His reaction left me speechless. It didn't make any sense. Why would he be angry if he wanted me to see these... or maybe it was the pictures in the folder. He turned to me with a frightening smile and a pic of a lovely brunette stuck to his hook. "All these girls would have given me anything to be here." Hook strode towards me. I backed away until I hit the wall, feeling for the door. "And I chose you, out of all these lasses, you." His hook slammed into the wall next to me and his face inches from mine. Yet, in his eyes I noticed something, a sadness I never expected to see. He removed his hook from the wall and the picture fell to the floor. His voice had softened to a whisper. "So why are you not grateful?"
Despite everything, all that's happened to me, I was feeling guilty. Wow he is good at manipulating people!
With that, he walked away, opened a cupboard, pulled out a bottle and two cups, and looked at me with a soft sly smile. "Would you like some tea?"