In case it matters, which I don't think it does, but it seems too, I don't own the characters or the book or anything like that.
I just enjoyed the original story :)
4.
The next morning Wendy awoke, and without falling out of the bed, sat up calmly. She felt odd to be in the bed alone, it was a large bed with blue covers that explored the vast mattress. This bed was made for more than one person, but Wendy had no intention of letting that happen.
"Good morning Miss Darling," Hook said in an almost bright tone.
"Good morning," she said trying to pull the covers up over her without being noticed. It was only her nightgown but she still felt as if it was too personal.
He was dressed in his usual captain attire, the red coat; the boots seemed to be his pride, and his hook. Always his hook.
He stared at her in his bed and wondered what she could be thinking.
"Miss Darling," he said suddenly, and she looked up, "Have you ever been kissed before?"
She looked slightly offended, but then in the times she lived in it wouldn't be unusual, "Yes, just as you kissed me, so yours was unremarkable."
She seemed pleased with this until he let out a small chuckle, "If that's all you've had, I'm very sorry to say that what I did was not a kiss at all."
She gave him an uncomprehending look, "Excuse me?"
"It wasn't," he was smiling now, "A mere peck, something a mother would do to her child. You Miss Darling have never been properly kissed."
Her feet hit the ground with a determined thump, "I'm sorry Captain, but I'm going to have to disagree with you. Maybe you're just bad at it."
He smiled and shook his head, "Don't bait me Miss Darling, or I'll be forced to show you, of course I wouldn't have a problem with that. Would you?"
She glared at him and turned on her heel, sitting down in a chair.
"Alright, if you would prefer not to find out," he said slyly and walked over to the chair, leaning over her, "I shall be back later, we can go out on deck and you may try to hit me again," he took her hand and kissed it, but before getting up he paused. Leaning closer she suddenly felt him sniff her.
"What are you doing?" she asked taken aback.
"You smell like me," he stated.
"What?" she said incredulously.
"You were in my bed," he said lightly, "I'll send in Smee with a change of clothes and a bath."
He walked out the door saying, "Good day Madam."
When Wendy was dressed, she felt the urge to go back to the bed. She had known getting into it that it smelled like him, like sea air, gun powder and the smallest hint of cigars. She hadn't thought it would seep into her hair, onto her skin. What would her parents think if they knew Hook's scent was upon her?
Then again what would they think if they saw her in Hook's bed?
She made the bed, wondering if just doing this would put the scent back on her. She was getting frustrated though, she couldn't stay closed up in this room. With a small sigh she resigned herself to cleaning.
"Mr Smee," Hook said casually as he surveyed his ship, "Do tell me how Miss Darling is doing."
Smee left in a hurry, and came back within a few minutes.
"Sir… I believe she's cleaning."
"Cleaning," Hook said raising his eyebrows, "Are you serious?"
Smee shrugged, "She's a lady."
"Not a proper one," Hook said in a low voice, "I won't allow that."
He walked back to his cabin, and without bothering to come in silently, banged the door open.
"What do you think you're doing?"
She was dusting off one of the shelves and looked over her shoulder as if bored, "Cleaning."
"I can see that. May I ask why? Is my room not satisfactory?"
"It's actually very clean for a pirate," she gave him a wicked smile, "But I thought I would do something other than sit down. Besides you have such interesting… things."
She held up a small tip of a crocodile tail.
"Ah," he said taking it from her, "I prefer to keep that put away actually."
She watched him cautiously before asking, "How did you escape?"
His face was clouded over, his strong jaw clenched.
"Very carefully."
He put the tail away and then looked at her with stern ice eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
He nodded, "Come Miss Darling, I might as well teach you once more while I'm here."
He took her out to the deck where the sun greeted her happily. The other crew members looked at her quickly before glancing away. They had orders from Captain. Leave the girl alone, she would be useful in getting to Pan. Let him deal with her. If she tries to escape, get her. Touch her and die.
"Captain," Starkey, the first mate came up to him, "We've heard that the mermaids are on the move tonight."
"What?" Hook said sharply, "Tonight? Why?"
"They're moving to the other side of the island sir, they'll be passing right by the ship."
"Dammit," he muttered, "Excuse me Miss Darling," he said and then added in a hushed voice, "Stay put right here, understand me? I would hate hurting you later."
She nodded her eyes in slits.
As Hook drew Starkey to the side Wendy was able to feel actual freedom. If she was quick enough she could jump in the water. He wasn't looking at her. She could run, just take off. She moved one foot and she heard a sharp, "Don't you dare Miss Darling!"
She glared at him and swore she heard a small dark laugh.
She stood there fuming when someone bumped into the back of her.
"Watch it!" the person behind her said, and when both of them turned around, Wendy saw it was just a young man.
"Oh!" he said realizing who it was, "Sorry Miss."
"It's alright," she said giving the golden haired boy a smile. He was quiet dashing for a young pirate.
But then so was Hook.
Don't think about that! She scolded herself.
"I'm Wendy," she said kindly.
He hesitated a moment before replying, "Charles Beck, Miss."
Charles.
She instantly felt herself shut down away from him.
"Oh."
He gulped, "Charlie for short."
"Nice to meet you Charlie."
Charlie was watching her, captured by her beauty, ever seeing such a woman. But he wasn't the only one interested in Wendy.
"Boy," the Captain barked, "Back to your duties! NOW!"
Charlie scuffled off quickly as Hook went back besides her, glowering after the young pirate.
"I can't seem to leave you alone," he mused, "Come now, I'll teach you how to punch so when men like that swarm you then you can beat them away."
"Swarm?" she said confused, "He bumped into me!"
He didn't seem to be listening but took her by the mast where the sun shone directly, "Ready Miss Darling?"
"Ready…"
"Miss Darling," Hook said as he led her into his room, "I believe I have some heavy engagements to attend to for the night."
"Life of a Captain, I assume?"
"Life of a pirate," he grinned, "A school of mermaids will be heading our way very soon, and I want nothing more than to keep my crew out of harms way. Including you Miss Darling and I will have to lock you away further for the night."
"What?" she said outraged, "I've cooperated so far, and you're just going to lock me away while mermaids attack? I could help! Give me a sword; I can fight them if they get on the boat!"
Hook laughed loudly, much too loudly for Wendy's comfort, almost as if he was mocking her.
"You? Sword fight? Girl you know nothing of the trade! The picture of you actually trying to kill a mermaid? Inconceivable!"
Her stance changed as she shifted her weight onto one leg and crossed her arms, "I can fight a mermaid."
Hook sighed and raised his hand to his temple, "For now Miss Darling, you will be placed in a holding cell below. When we've fought this battle, I will teach you how to use a sword."
She eyed him cautiously and slowly nodded.
"Good. I have no time for your silly games," he muttered, and took Wendy's hand in his own and dragged her through the skinny door. Once entered Wendy couldn't see a thing, only felt herself being lifter by Hook down a small whole. His hand grabbed her hand again and whispered, "I'll be back for you."
She had never felt her hand get lost in such heat before. He pressed his lips to her palm this time, not the back of her hand, but the palm of her hands. The feeling sent shivers down her spine, and her eyes fluttered.
"Stay safe Madam."
He shut the door, and only then did Wendy realize she was alone in a dark hole.
It was then she wanted to hit Captain James Hook. Really hard.