"Harriet, wait!" Hunter pushed his way to get to the girl that was going outside. The daughter of Captain Hook stopped, looking at the boy.

"What is it now?" Asked her resting her back against a locker.

"How are your pickpocketing skills?" He got closer to her, trying to talk over the noise of the students going from class to class.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your pickpocketing skills," repeated him. "Like this," Hunter raised his hand, showing her a few rusty gold coins. "Is this all you have in your pocket, Miss Hook?" He smiled looking at the girl who was patting her pockets before taking the coins from his hand.

"Don't do that ever again or I'll slit your throat," threatened Harriet with a menacing look.

"Easy there, pirate," laughed the boy, "I was just offering an example."

"Well, you know us, pirates, we are more in the looting side. Steal violently not stealthily"

Hunter smiled. "That it's about to change. See you in…" he looked at a wristwatch who belonged to some other person not too long ago "thirty minutes? Your father's ship."

"He's more than likely to kill you, you know that, don't you?"

"I like to take some risk. Without risks, life is not funny, Harriet! See you later."

Hunter winked just before he started to run. He was –as usually- late to his appointment with Anthony. The telescope weighed in his pocket and he knew that it was definitely not sure to have it while Clayton's brother were around. There was no doubt that Clay has seen him the last time he entered his house.

Lady Tremaine's grandson was in their meeting point. Anthony was probably the only person on the entire Island that was on time to any appointment he had. He was, of course, one of the least advantaged students in his classes due to this.

The boy was writing in an old tattered leather journal that Hunter himself provided him and didn't even look up when he arrived, panting knowing that now he had another thing to do.

"I hope you have my shirt because I have your telescope," said him, retrieving the object from one of his interior pockets.

Anthony stood up, picking a parcel that was next to him and offering it to Hunter in exchange of the telescope. "I'm pretty sure it's your size," started when Hunter opened it. "And the dark blue matches your eyes."

"It's not for me, but thank-"

"Of course it's for you," interrupted Anthony. "Don't even insult me trying to make me believe it's not. You may be the best liar I know and I admire and respect that, but it's obvious it's for you, even if I don't know what you plan to do with it."

"Well then, it's for me, but don't expect me to admit what I'm going to do with it."

"Wasn't trying. Goodbye, Hunter."

Anthony left, leaving the boy alone in the small alley that him has set up as their meeting point a long time ago. He, again, checked the time. It was the first time since he could remember that Hunter, tardiness made person, was going to be on time. He changed his shirt right there, hiding the one he was wearing under the box Anthony was seating on and climbed to the roof of a nearby building and started running once more, heading to the stranded Jolly Roger.

The scent of salty water hung in the air the closer he got to the port –not really a port, but everybody called it that- and he could hear the creaking of the ship. Harriet was nowhere to be seen and Hunter wondered if that was a dare, if she was daring him to go onboard. Well, she should have know better.

Hunter used a rope dangling on one side to get to the deck, where he was received with a sword pointing to his face.

"Don't you dare to move," threatened a bulky man who looked like he was only muscle.

"Well, mate, I won't if you don't put down that sword," answered Hunter, trying to stay calm.

The man sneered, "Captain," shouted over his shoulder, "we have a stowaway!"

"Oh, come on, I'm a guest," Hunter winked at the pirate, putting his best charming smile.

"I'm sure I don't invite you here," that black voice could only belong to one person. The boy looked at the Captain himself.

"Captain Hook, you didn't, that's true, but your daughter sure did."

"Put down your sword and bring him here," said the owner of the Jolly Roger, leaning on the helm. The man sheathed his sword and grab the boy's arm rudely, forcing him to go upstairs and throw him to the feet of James Hook.

"Careful there. It's leather," complained him, jumping to his feet and dusting off his jacket.

"What are you doing here, boy?" asked the Captain, letting his hook glisten with the little sunlight that went through the clouds.

"I'm looking for Harriet, Captain."

"You are not part of my crew, don't call me Captain or I'll let the crocodile eat you"

"I'm pretty sure there's no crocodile on the Isle, sir. But I'm here because I'm tutoring your daughter." Hunter put his hands behind his back, smiling again.

James Hook raised an eyebrow, "You? And what could you possibly teach my daughter?".

"We're improving her pickpocketing skills."

"Pickpocket? For Neverland's sake! What do you think we are, boy? We are pirates! We loot! We pillage! We ransack! We -!"

"Sir," interrupted Hunter, completely calm, "of course you are pirates, but that so-called King force you to live stranded on a ship, there's no way to her to make her name know by being an pirate because she can't do what pirates do here, there's nothing of value. Except" the boy got a little closer to the muscle-man that didn't leave his side and bump into him. The man grip the hilt of his sword. "Easy there, mate," said him, putting his hands up, "I know now that I can't run away," he smiled returning to his place and looking at the infamous Captain. "Except, sir, for the things we take with us," Hunter turned his pockets outside, letting a few items fall to the wood. Muscle-man gasped, kneeling to pick his thing up.

"What do you get from this?" asked Hook suspiciously.

"Sir, I can't allow myself to be seen with people with certain level of fame. My best mate, for instance, is the singer and leader of The Rotten Apples, I'm the drummer there, if you care to know."

"What's your name, boy?" The so-called boy straightened himself.

"Hunter"

"Hunter who?"

"It's just Hunter," he swallowed almost imperceptible.

"You are the orphan," again the same history. He nodded.

"Yes sir. The one and only," confirmed with a smile.

"Smee!" shouted the Captain, eyeing the boy. "Tell Harriet the orphan is here."