Chapter 3
Tea For Two Fixes Tedious F-f-fragilisticexpialidocious
Tea... He offers me tea after all that's happened. Does he think that tea will make me forget and forgive everything he's done and we'll become best friends, over tea? "I'd love some." What? I really like tea! It's very calming and it helps get rid of my headaches. Plus it's the only thing here so far that's familiar or normal, even if it is cartoon tea. I need that tea! Also, if he planned on killing me he would have when I was knocked out, so its unlikely that it's drugged. Using his hand to hold the bottle, he maneuvered his hook to pour the tea into the cup with ease. I found myself gazing at him, awed by his gracefulness with pouring the tea that I didn't realize when he was handing me the cup.
"Your tea." He said and walked back to fill another glass for himself. By the time his glass was full; mine was empty and held out to him. "More already?"
The words "hit me" dashed to my mouth but never made it out. It seemed appropriate but I didn't really want to start joking around him. The glass was filled with more tea and I gulped it down again, this time choking on it from drinking too fast. "That's good tea." I managed to cough out, and then realized the error in that statement. I'm in Neverland, drinking tea, with Captain Hook... Do pirates drink tea? I could almost imagine Hook drinking tea on a regular basis, and if not, he probably should, it might help with his hot temper.
Still, "Where did you get the tea?" Hook, now sitting in the comfy looking chair behind the desk, paused in drinking his tea and grinned. He seems to be doing a lot of grinning. "Isn't... rum a more common drink among pirates?" Rum or grog... I wouldn't mind trying grog. Probably the same-
"It is." Setting his cup down, he made his way back to the cupboard. Gesturing to the bottles within he continued. "In fact blood was spilt so you might have this tea." The way he emphasized blood made me shrink into my seat and stare at the cup in my hand, small drops of tea still left inside. My desire for tea lessened, and Hook filled the cup up once more. I drank it all quickly. A couple more cups and I'll need to find a restroom... on a... pirate ship. Oh joy.
"So you and your men set out to sea and happened to find some tea?"
"We found the trade routes for ships carrying tea and did what we do best." Hook held his cup in an almost playful manner. Staring down into my cup, I considered the lives that may have been lost. The taste in my mouth became bitter. Usually I would have reasoned that the lives lost weren't truly lost and it was all a story, but the truth I knew flew out the window like Tinkerbell earlier today. I was suddenly glad I never said 'I don't believe in fairies'. "Do you have any more questions?"
It's a good thing he's sitting 'cause I got quite a few. "Why did you want me to see those pictures of me, and why the one of me in the saloon outfit?"
"You hate secrets, isn't that right?" Hook glanced at the pictures on the desk then back at me. "I want you to trust me, as I'll trust you. So I won't keep anything from you, including that I have watched you from afar." Picking up the cutout sepia picture of me, he continued. "As for this one, I quite like it."
Time to change the subject before I get embarrassed! "What about those other pics of the girls?"
He jumped up from his seat so suddenly I nearly fell out of mine. His reaction got me nervous and I prepared for his hot temper. "I admit that I did not want you to see those!" Hook exclaimed in a over dramatic way like I had seen him do before in the movie (or movies if you really want to count the second one). I smiled, amused by his silly manner, it was one of the things that made him my favorite villain. "But they are the past!" He turned to me with a grin. "And you are the future."
Do I dare ask what future he sees is there for me? But I suppose it's possible he's been telling me the truth this entire time, and he's just lonely... but that still leaves a very important question. "Why m-?"
"Captain!" Smee yelled from outside and pounded on the door. He rushed in and nearly tripped over his feet to get to Hook. "We've reached the shore and the men are waiting your orders!" The pudgy pirate stopped next to me and took off his cap. "Hello again miss."
"Well what are you still doing here?" Hook waved his good hand to the door. "Lower the long boats and get some of the crew together to leave!"
"Yes Capt!" Smee saluted him, started to leave but turned back to me once more. He opened his mouth to speak but Hook yelled at him once more and the pirate ran out.
Watching Smee and Hook was a refreshing sight. It was like I was sitting at home again watching a deleted scene from the movie. I found myself laughing the moment Smee started running. The timing of Smee running in was perfect. I may have suspected the pirate of listening in so that he might interrupt us at the right time had I not been so amused by it. Hook noticed my defenses had fallen just a little, and he was pleased.
"It appears that our conversation will have to continue later."
My laughing had reduced to a small giggle by then. Hook had started walking out the door and I quickly followed him. "You won't forget it will you? I still have a lot of questions to ask."
Hook paused at the right of the ship; what is that called, port bow? Little boats, the long boats I'm guessing, were being lowered to the water with more pirates in them. There was one nearer to us and the men were waiting. In their hands were guns varying in sizes, swords and daggers, and other things that I didn't bother giving further inspection, other piratey things they need. Their large grins sent a shiver up my spine. It was like they knew something I didn't, which wouldn't surprise me if they did.
"Of course not. We'll talk again when I get back."
"Rig... Hold on a minute!" Hook was getting into the boat when he turned back to face me. "You bring me all the way to Neverland, so I can sit on your boat and twiddle my thumbs?" Wait, Did I say boat? "Ship. Pirate ship." The frown on Hook's face shifted back into a smile. Seriously though, it floats and carries people, what does it matter what it's called? But as long as it keeps him from gutting me, ship it is.
"I'll take you on a special tour tomorrow." In one swift and graceful movement he bowed low and took my hand. Before I could pull away he softly pressed his lips against it and I froze. I'm am getting really tired of blushing so much. After a moment that felt like forever, once again he started for the long boat but paused. Did he forget something, I wondered. "Ah, that's right. Mr. Wiles!" He did not turn around to face the rest of the crew still aboard the ship.
"Y-yes captain!" A pirate on the opposite side of us answered.
His appearance was fairly different from the other pirates. The first thing I noticed about him was his messy long blonde hair. I think he was-before I could make any more observations of him a shot was fired from behind. Instinctively In one strange quick movement I jumped with my arms waving in fright then ducked down and covered my ears. Doing so sent a quick pain in my left arm. After my ears stopped ringing I looked up, Wiles the pirate was gone, and I think I heard a splash. It took me a minute to register what I think just happened and slowly turned around. Hook was holding a gun and there was a bit of smoke coming from it.
"Let that be a warning to you all." Hook said with a grin that sent a chill up my spine. He turned to me and his grin softened a little, but the chill ran straight back down to my toes. "I shall see you later tonight." He then jumped into the boat, I think he was trying to look cool or graceful, and ordered the men to lower it.
I gazed at that spot even after he had vanished from sight and the men and finished lowering him. My mind raced in circles with one question. "What was that all about?" That question was meant to stay silent, or at least not yelled. Although I don't think that would stop the strange glances I got from the remaining pirates. Not only that, but whenever I looked at them, they acted like they weren't looking at me a moment ago. Thus the questions just continue piling up. Do they all have some big secret they can't tell me?
"Ah, there you are Miss Regina."
Smee was standing next to me and looking quite cheerful. Wait, didn't he get on the boat? Why isn't he on the boat? He's always with Hook! So why is he here? Ah well, he's here, not much I can do about that. Unless I toss him over board. I don't think many if any would try stopping me, and he doesn't look strong enough to struggle against me, heavy though. Maybe I can just lead him over to the plank and just push him. Wow, I never thought I disliked him that much. Eh, not like I'm actually going to do it, fun thought though.
When I snapped out of my thoughts, I realized I was making a strange smirk, which Smee returned with a confused smile. "Uh, why aren't you on the shi-er, boat." Great, first I call the ship a boat, and now the boat a ship, in front of pirates of all people. Thankfully Smee didn't seem to mind, or he didn't notice.
"Well you see," Smee leaned closer to me like he was going to tell me a secret. Will I finally be getting some answers? "The Captain wanted me to keep an eye on you." Well, at least it was an answer.
"Keep an eye on me?" The cubby pirate nodded. "Is he afraid I'm going to jump ship and swim home?" If it were only that easy.
"Oh no miss, you can't get home that way." Oh right, I forgot sarcasm is a foreign language to him. "The Captain is the only one who can get you home." There was an air of pride in his voice whenever he spoke of Hook. Why does he look up to him so much when all he ever does is yell and hit him? Once again he leaned closer to me. "It's not you escaping that worries the Captain, it's the crew." Smee looked around carefully as if watching out for anyone who might listen in. "That's why Mr. Wiles was shot, he disobeyed the Captain's orders, last time."
Last time... Of course there was a last time! He's a pirate! I wouldn't be surprised if they went kidnapping girls from this world on a regular basis. That's what pirates do! Kidnap and pillage and make merry with women. Lots of women. That could mean he kidnapped a girl from my world before me! My world... that will never stop sounding weird.
"Miss Regina, how would you like a tour of the ship?" Smee suggested.
"Sure, why not." It's not like I have anything better to do, and it might be good if I learn the ship's layout.
Smee started going one way before changing his mind and going another, towards Hook's cabin. I was a little hopeful that the tour was starting there, that way I could get another look at those files or anything else that might be useful. My hope vanished when I noticed he was checking to see if the door was locked. Of course it's locked, anything worth looking at would be in there and I don't think Hook wants me seeing it. When he finished, he smiled and hurried back to me. "You've seen the Captain's quarters, so we'll do the rest of the ship." Thus started the tour.
The first place we went was back where I woke up. Seems that was one of the crews cabins on the ship, and Smee was nice enough to tell me that the hammock I slept in was his. Yeah, thanks a lot for answering one of the few questions that I didn't want an answer to. He was also going to inform me of whose clothes I was borrowing but I quickly told him not to. It was weird enough to be wearing a complete stranger's clothes, I really don't need to know whose. He then pointed out that the other doors lead to the other cabins, note to self, do not explore other cabins. The stairs lead to the cargo hold and the brig. I wonder if anyone has occupied the cell before? Smee started to offer showing me the lower level, but stopped himself as he remembered something.
"Would you like some lunch miss Regina?"
"Uh, yeah thanks." So I wasn't hungry, but there are very few occasions where I will say no to food. This was not one of them.
Back up the stairs we went and across the deck to some more stairs leading down. Just as Smee was about to go down a few pirates ran up them and nearly knock him over. One of them was carrying a load of bottles. Wouldn't be surprised if that was rum. From below there was a loud deep voice yelling, yet the owner of the voice did not ascend the stairs. Smee huffed annoyed at his crew mates then turned to me smiling again. "Down here is the galley. I wouldn't suggest you going down here alone miss, the cook answers only to the captain. Even then he's not very polite."
"That's not too surprising, he is a pirate after all."
Smee nodded then headed down the stairs. "Mr. Silver! I'm bringing the Captain's guest down, Miss Regina." Did he just say, Silver? No way can that possibly be Long John Silver! That would be nuts, well, nuttier.
"Aye! Well I don't care if the Capt's guest is the queen herself!"
The voice yelled. Much to my surprise, the galley was very tidy. The floor was clean, the shelves were neatly stacked, and even the table covered in food was arranged in a way that only the cook new the purpose of. In fact, the only thing out of place was a box full of bottles and some on the floor. Scooping up two at a time to put them back was a rather large man, in both meanings of the word. I think he's at least 6 ft tall with a lot of muscle and fat. A light gray apron wrapped around his clothes and his auburn shoulder length hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I was happy to see that he had both of his legs in two large black boots.
"She can't go touching anythin' in me kitchen!" His brown eyes turned to me and Smee. He bore a few freckles on his cheeks and nose which didn't really suit him as he frowned upon us. "You sure that there's a lady? She don't look nearly clean enough an' she ain't wearin' no lady's clothes." Bear. If he had fur, he'd so be a bear. Looks sweet and fluffy but you bother it, you get to met the teeth and claws.
"Well seeing that your captain saw fit scare me half to death right after work, chase me around a bit, and not give me any time for a bath or to get some proper clothes, I would think I look pretty well." I replied with a smile. Although my proper clothes would still consist of baggy pants and a T-shirt.
Both Smee and Silver paused for a moment before Silver started laughing. "Well Mr. Smee, seems our Captain chose himself a feisty one." The pirate wiped his hands on his apron as he approached. "Name's John Silver, Jonathan would be me *Christian name." He extended his hand which I took.
"Regina. Nice to meet you." He's not Long John Silver, it's just a very weird coincidence that his name is John Silver and happens to be a cook. Besides, he doesn't look like any of the versions I've seen of him.
"Well, suppose it's a good thing yer here lass, since the capt has ordered meself to make a special dish in yer honor." Gesturing behind him I noticed the counter again with food. "Only he didn't say what."
"Ok, that doesn't make any sense." Did Hook expect him to magically know what to make and it would be wonderfully delicious... A cereal says that at the end of the commercial, which one was that?
"Aye, but I'm not one to question the Captain. Unlike you lass, I hear ye're full of questions for 'im." He gave me a side smirk.
A loud crash of glass breaking against something was heard that made me jump. Smee started to mumble worriedly and hurried back and forth to the stairs then back to me. The small chubby pirate was conflicted on whether he should leave me and check on the crew on deck or leave it be. I can't help thinking that Hook my have threatened him about leaving me alone. It's rather amusing that Hook is confident enough to leave me with Smee. That really says a lot about his character, and what he would or wouldn't do. Or maybe he's just that dedicated and respectful of his captain.
"Mr. Smee, why don't yah leave the lass with me for a while?" Silver suggested. "Give yah a little break an' you can go settle things on deck."
"Oh, thank you Mr. Silver!" From the way he bounced up the stairs you'd think he was excited. For all I know he just wants some rum before Hook gets back and they all get in trouble. Would they get in trouble for drinking rum? Maybe if they got really drunk they would. How drunk can a cartoon get anyway?
"You thinkin' of gettin' a drink lass?"
"Huh?" I hadn't realized that I was staring at the steps while I was thinking. "No, I don't drink, rum that is."
"Pity then. We've got some good rum here, sure the capt wouldn't mind sharin' with yah." He winked at me. He knows. Does the whole crew know why I'm here? Why not all of Neverland? Am I the only one that doesn't know Hook's true intentions for me? Sure he claims that he want me here as a companion, but for how long? Even Smee said this wasn't the first time he's enticed a girl, on his ship. Ok so he didn't actually say it but it's implied!
"I bet. But I'd rather not share anything with him."
Silver laughed. His laugh rolled loudly like thunder yet was as cheerful as I imagined Santa Claus was. "I thought you were supposed to be in love with him."
"In love? Before last night I thought this entire world was a story, including Hook! And I was never in love with him, I just have a crush on..." My hand was very happy to meet with my face once I finished speaking. I can't believe I just admitted to one of Hook's crew that I have a crush on him. Sure it's not like he doesn't know that already, that's probably what all the other girls had in common with me. But to admit that I am still currently crushing on him, there's no telling what he'll do if or when he finds out! "Can we talk about anything else, please?"
"Alright then lass." Silver laughed. "Why don't yah help me with makin' dinner, since this dish is for you, courtesy of the captain." I frowned and Silver laughed again.
"Well lets see what you got."
For the next 15 minutes I spent searching the galley for familiar foods and thinking of different things to make. More than half of them got tossed aside pretty quickly due to the lack of appliances, the rest were declined by Silver when I mentioned it. For someone who is supposed to be making me a special meal, he's not being very cooperative. It wasn't until I settled on the main course being fish that he finally agreed. Good thing I love fish. When he started chopping of the head of a very large green and yellow fish with a blue dorsal fin, I started to go back up to the deck.
The noise from above was like that of drunk teenagers partying without the worry of the neighbors calling the police.
Maybe It'll be safer to stay with Silver and watch him gut the fish. Silver was kind enough to not laugh at me every time I made a face that would make you think I popped a sour lemon in my mouth. His smile certainly got a lot bigger though. It was only after he finished chopping the head, pulling out bones, and gutting it that he spoke.
"So, what's the Capt got that those other... why him?"
"He's funny." I responded without thinking. "Hey!" My glare was no match for his victorious grin. "Uhg, I give up. Bet this was all part of his plan to get information from me."
"That's where yer wrong lass." Silver took the remains of the fish to the other wall where an old fashioned stove sat and carefully placed the fish, that I still have yet to identify, onto a large pan. "Yah see, I lied to yah about the Capt not tellin' me what to serve."
"Why?" Please let his intentions be good, please let his intentions be good, please let his intentions be good!
"I wanted to see if yah was any different than the last lassie we had." His grin grew wide as he looked at me. "The way yah act towards the Capt is entirely different than her."
"Last lassie? You mean he did kidnap another girl before me?" The look he gave me was more of an answer than I needed. "Right, pirate." Stupid question, Regina! Stupid, stupid question. I had pondered and answered that myself twice already! Really stupid question.
"Yer not gettin' jealous now are yah lass?"
"Wha-? No." Why is he smiling at me like that? "No! I am not jealous!" He's still smiling. "Why should I care if he's gone and courted-" Wrong word. "Seduce!" Much better. "Seduce how many women? I bet it wasn't even all that many, and don't you dare tell me how many!" Silver closed his mouth but kept smiling. "Jealous, pfft!"
"Aye, suppose not. But yah sure are a bright red." If it wasn't for the fact that Silver was at least twice my size if not more, I'd have thrown the nearest non lethal thing at his head. "Well, seems I don't need yah any more lass." Wait, he's not going to kick me out is he? "Best be on yah way now."
"Wait! Can I ask you a quick question first?" He was about ready to start pushing me up the stairs but let me stay a moment longer. "What kind of fish it that?" It was the first thing that popped into my head.
"Mahi mahi." With that, he gave me a quick push that was enough to send me flying up those steps and trip once I reached the deck.
"... I love mahi mahi." In a way I really shouldn't be too surprised, since I think he did some research on me to find out what I like and dislike. Boy does he have the upper hand.
Speaking of hands, one found its way around my shoulder. Standing next to me was an obviously drunk pirate. He was about my size but a little skinnier. "Ello Regina." His breath was as foul as dragon's, only a little less deadly. "Finally comin' fer a drink?" Since I nearly gagged from the toxic stench I kept my mouth shut and shook my head in response. "Come on then!" The pirate was surprisingly strong for how skinny he looked and pulled me over to the others. It was a very short walk but he nearly tripped over his on feet a few times. "Oiy, look who's come up!"
A few pirates raised their glasses approving of my presence, others looked over and didn't pay much mind, but one stood and walked over. This one was bigger than the one hugging my shoulder but didn't seem as drunk. "Nice of yah to join us." He removed the pirate attached to me in typical pirate fashion of pushing him harshly aside. "Do yah know how to sing?"
"A bit." Sure I wasn't a horrible singer but I wasn't very good either.
"Good! Why don't yah sing fer us?" The other pirates that heard gave their drunken agreements and a few other mumbles.
"Sing? But I don't know any pirate songs." This is partly true, since I knew part of a pirate song.
"That don't matter! Just sing!"
Guess I don't have much choice. But if I refuse, what's the worst that could possibly happen? They throw me overboard and I swim ashore, maybe. That's not too bad. Wait, maybe if I can get them to sing instead!
"Well, since I don't know any songs, why don't you all teach me one?"
Only a few of the pirates bothered to respond with a drunken yes while the others continued drinking rum. Who knows, this might turn out to be helpful in the end. Getting them to forget their previous request was much easier than I thought it'd be. I took a seat on a nearby crate to watch since I had nothing better to do. They all enjoyed singing their songs only one that I recognized, A Pirate's Life for me. Every time in the song that they sang "drink up me hearties" all of them stopped to take a drink. It was like a game.
The 6th song in about half of the crew was done singing and but continued cheering the others on. A couple were too drunk to even do that and fell asleep. One was getting a little friendly with me but he was quickly removed by a fairly large man with a light pink shirt and red bandanna... That's Mr Starkey! I suppose getting tossed overboard by Hook wasn't enough to keep him away. Once that matter was taken care of he took a seat nearer to me with a threatening gaze to the crew. Well, I may have myself a competent bodyguard, or more likely a chaperone. Thankfully the pirates were very careful not to bother me for now.
A few more songs later and my company had dwindled down to 7 pirates, three of which were still capable of intelligible speech and only one of which was still singing. Starkey had joined the fun and was getting himself good and drunk. The two pirates that could still talk normal were sitting to the left of me and seemed know what the singing pirates were singing.
"So, Captain Hook is sure taking a while." This was the first time since leaving the galley had I tried starting a conversation. I hoped that if I started asking questions, they would be too drunk to notice and give me some straight answers.
"E's gone chasin' Pan." His cup would have hit my head if I wasn't watching him. "Capt tends ta stay out fer hours lookin' fer 'im."
"So that's why you're all having fun now?" The pirate laughed when one of the others singing had lifted his cup over his head forgeting there was still rum inside. "I'm sure you have fun with more than just rum... women for example." Really not the best way to ask, have you had any other girls like me on board recently?
"Course! The Capt get the best of 'em though." His nudged me in the side with a sideways wink. "Cept last time."
I can't help thinking I am going to really regret asking this. "Last time?"
"Aye, Wiles get tah her." He grinned widely. "She were a wild one... what were her name again?" The pirate nudged at the other. "Yah 'memeber the girl who Wiles stole from the Capt?" He nodded. "What were her name?"
"Somtin' sea like, Coral me thinks." Wow, the grammar just gets worse with each pirate that talks. "She din't stay long, Capt were done wif 'er fast."
"That's 'cause Wiles got tah her first. Said she worf Capt's rath." He laughed then gave me a grin that sent a shiver up my spine. "Yah not bad, but yah don't look worf it."
Hopefully the other pirates feel the same way. "Where did he get her?"
Both the pirates looked at the other before one answered. "Somewhere out o' Neverland." He paused drink whatever rum that was still left. "Capt din't say where we'd gone."
"London. Musta been London."
"Not any London Ah've seen." He turned to me with a proud smile. "Ah've seen London, rightly so. What we saw wern't no London."
I nodded and stared at full bottle of rum sitting at my feet. One of the pirates offered it to me about 4 songs back and I haven't touched it. But the bottle was looking rather tempting now. After watching the pirates get merrier with each gulp and song, it didn't seem like a bad idea. The company would appear friendlier, the setting comfier, and everything would just be nicer all around. What kept me from drinking it was idea that if I were to get merry and drunk, Hook would have the upper hand. If I were to let that happen, I may never get answers or back home.
"The Capt's comin'!" Yelled the pirate in the crow's nest.
I've seen the power of three certain words put together, but the reaction was quite different. All the drunken pirates had forced themselves sober to clean up the mess of bottles decorating the ship. Others attempted to wake their friends or drag them down to the cabins so they might sleep it off. With all the running, scrambling, and frantic yells I found it best to stay where I sat and watch it unfold. It was rather impressive really seeing how much fear they seem to have to their Captain. Starkey soon found himself standing next to me once everyone was beginning to calm down. Smee appeared almost out of thin air as he attempted to get some men to hoist the long boat that Hook was in. No one paid him much mind until Starkey gave the same orders. Wow, no one likes Smee.
Hook was yelling insults at the men with him, probably mad that he didn't kill Peter again, until his feet were back on the ship. He frowned at his crew who despite their best efforts, still looked drunk. I think they were expecting him to pull out his gun and start killing them off till he'd have to find a new crew. Instead he rolled his eyes and turned back to the boat where three pirates still stood. The pirates were trying to haul something out, certainly not Peter, he'd be in a giddy mood... maybe not giddy.
A loud thud interrupted my thoughts followed by more of Hook's yelling. "You blundering idiots!" Once more they thought he'd kill them off but began inspecting the very large chest.
This seemed like a good time leave, but I had no where to go. No room of my own, no friends to talk to. All I had were my work clothes and sneakers, the latter I was still wearing. As if hearing my thoughts, Starkey put a hand on my shoulder. He didn't look at me but kept his eyes on Hook. His grip tighten when Hook's gaze turned our way. Is trying to keep me from running off, or maybe he's nervous. The pirate captain's smile grew the closer he came.
"It looks like you've been in good hands me dear." Turning to his first mate, he dismissed him without a word and then started ordering the crew to... basically bugger off and do ship stuff. It was fun watching the crew scatter in all directions and somehow not bump into one another. "Would you like to see what is in the chest?"
"Uh sure." Probably just gold, jewels, and other shiny things. Maybe he's going to ask me to wear one, then add even more matching jewelry and top it off with a tiara. Kinda like Pretty pretty princess, only without my lil sister's tantrum of not winning.
"You two! Take the chest down to her room."
"Huh? I have my own room. Without pirate roommates?"
"Of course. I can't have you share a cabin with one of my crew." He gestured to the door leading to the cabins. "If you would follow me."
Is he genuinely trying to be a gentlemen? He has been very kind since I arrived, until I triggered his temper briefly. Maybe I shouldn't be so mad at him. I smiled a little and followed him down the stairs. "Thanks."
We went past the room I had woken up in and to another. After a few minutes of standing in front of the door the pirates that were carrying the chest opened it. What I had expected was not what I got. Unlike the other room I had seen which was messy and things randomly placed, this was clean and inviting. Against the wall was a small bed with the porthole at the end. A decorative rug graced the floor with it's presence, a wardrobe sat comfortably in the corner and a small table next to it and a full length mirror hanging on the wall. On the other wall was a small desk and chair with a lamp, an untitled book, and different writing utensils.
The chest was brought in and set down by the bed and the two pirates left. Hook looked pleased with how surprised I was. "I hope this is all to your liking."
"Uh huh." I still couldn't believe that all this stuff was here. The book caught my interest more than the chest Hook was opening and I found that the pages were all blank. "Is this a diary or sketchbook?"
"What ever you want it to be. Now if you would come over here, I have something else for you." With my curiosity overtaking me I hurried over to see. Inside the chest were clothes. Piratey clothes. Guess I won't have to keep borrowing clothes from the other pirates then. "Now these should fit you much better than the dress from this afternoon."
"Afternoon! It was that late when I woke up?" Makes sense, I was exhausted from working then running in fear from pirates.
"Yes. Now me dear, I'd very much like you to wear this for dinner." Hook pulled out a sea green dress. "Meet me in me cabin once your ready."
"Your cabin?"
"Of course. Unless you'd rather eat with the crew?" I shook my head. With the way these pirates acted and talked, I doubt their eating habits are pleasant. "Very good. I shall see you at dinner then." Hook bowed his head politely with a wide grin and left.
Once I couldn't hear him I closed the door and turned to the chest of clothes and the dress that lay upon it. "I feel like I just made a date." Butterflies were flying in my stomach from the thought. "It's not a date. It's not a date." I chanted and picked up the green dress.
It was similar to the other dress but not nearly as impossible for me to wear. The top was a white poofy shirt showing off the shoulders, the waist had a black corset decorated with gold at the top and bottom, the skirt was long and sea green. Though it was simple it was nice enough, but I wasn't sure if I should really wear it. If I did, would it give him the wrong idea, like I don't mind what he did or I want to stay here for a long time. On the other hand, maybe if I do as he asked and I'm nice to him I'll get on his good side and get some answers as to why he kidnapped me. I wasn't sure what to do or how long it'd be till Hook sent someone to fetch me.
The chest almost seemed to beckon me when I saw it in the mirror. I carefully set the dress on the bed and began browsing the chest. "Well hello. This is nice." A smile formed on my lips as I gazed at the clothes I found. "I wonder if I should wear this to dinner." Now I had two choices, wear the dress Hook asked me to or the other outfit I found.