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The sunlight was an obnoxiously bright dagger to my eyes. A constant, jarring reminder of the unknown that made me all the more uneasy.

The men holding my arms dragged me onto the deck. I tried to twist out of their grip but it only became tighter. The fight only stopped when suddenly they pushed me forward to the back of a man I had not seen before, but then again, everything looked different in the daylight. I quickly tried to back away from this man but the others held me in place to face him as he slowly turned around.

"Here she is Cap'n! Fresh from her ivory tower we've gone and plucked her from," said the man eager to please.

"Yeah, pretty as her mother, in't she?" asked the other.

The man, who had apparently been talking to someone, turned to me with all the wonder of a little boy on Christmas morning.

I looked up, he was remarkably tall. The sun was set just behind him making anything in front of me difficult to see.

"Evangeline… my daughter…"

I shielded my eyes, this man, why did he remind me of someone?

He reached out a hand and caressed my cheek. I pulled away just as soon as his touch reached me. He frowned to my reaction then looked to the men holding me back.

"This is how you treat her? After seventeen years of waiting you drag her about my ship like she were the enemy himself? Release her from your ruthless grasp this instant!"

I was mistaken in thinking that the other man was in charge, this was obviously the Captain. When he gave a command with that rough and weathered voice of his, people listened and hauled some ass.

They let me free and I would have made a run for it if the man standing before wasn't staring me down and claiming to be my long lost father. That made things much different.

"Your name?" he asked as casual as ever.

What answer should I give? Would he murder me if I didn't answer correctly? What was the correct answer anyway? I'll just give my nickname, no harm in that.

"Eva," I said just above a whisper not looking to his face.

"And your last name?"

This time I looked up to him. I was confused over as something as simple as my last name, unbelievable as it were. But, to be honest, my brain wasn't with me at the moment. I was in a survival mode; make up anything to get out of here, to stop these blistering stares and odd caresses.

"Your last name Evangeline?" he asked again more impatient.

I shook my head, "I don't know," I confessed thinking to myself all the while that of course I knew. My last name was Archer, maybe it was of English decent or something like that. I glanced to his hand and my eyes widened. There, sparkling in the sunlight, was a metal hook in place where his right hand should have been. He saw me staring and used it to lift my face up to his by my chin.

"You must forget that name now, it no longer has a meaning to you. Your last name is one to be proud of, one others will fear and envy," here he began to circle me seeming to gloat more to his bored looking crew. "A name that has stood and fought the war we all fight to this day! A name that will be remembered far after we are all gone, and far after even are children are gone!" He turned back to me leaning closer to my face, and lord, what a menacing face he had.

He wasn't elderly but he was old with the skin of a man who has sailed at sea for all of eternity it seemed. His eyes were as mine, green, as well as his long black curls that fell over his shoulders and partially down his back. If I could explain this man in word it would have to be dead. Even though he was very much alive he seemed to have all the essence of a lanky skeleton in a trench cost and wide rimmed feathered hat.

"Soon enough this name will become synonymous with Neverland, and Peter Pan will be a lost memory!" to this statement the crew cheered for all they were worth. I stood silent looking around the deck. What sort of hot mess have I walked into? What the hell was this man preaching on about and how could these men get so excited about something they seemingly had no part in?

"Now Evangeline," he said looking to me again, his hands placed together "will you share with us all your prized last name?"

"Wait…" I began clearing my head, "Wait a minute here. Can someone please share with me what the fuck is going on?"

The Captain was displeased to say the least.

"I mean these pirates, or whatever the hell you are, kidnap me! Take me from my room, from my house… on my birthday!" I added glancing around to the men who seemed to be shocked that I actually had a voice. "You take me in the middle of night, throw me in a damn closet and lock the door! On top of all that I get no explanation but a measly note that makes no sense at all! Can someone at least tell me where in the hell I am?"

There was silence as I looked back to the Captain. He was examining his Hook trying to cover his anger, though it was apparent to me the answer I had given him was not the one he had been waiting seventeen years for.

"You say… you do not know where you are, Evangeline?" he asked slowly looking up to me, the whole crew was at atteniton this time.

I shook my head sternly, "I was told nothing, no."

I saw Hook glance to someone off to the side then back to me, "You don't even have a guess… perhaps?"

Where was he getting with this, was I supposed to know? Like I would remember my 'real' home and go running into his arms. I looked around, the place was beautiful. We were in the middle of a bay with prefect aqua water and cloudless sky. The air was sweet, clean, and warm, but not hot. I thought of the tropics for a moment but that made no sense, then again I had arrived here on a flying ship. Auguring the logical seemed meaningless at this point.

"I don't have a clue, Aruba?" I guessed to get laughs and whispers from the men and again a disappointed stare from the Captain.

"No," he said flatly.

"Well where then?"

He leaned closer to me, a wicked grin spread over his tired features, "You're in Neverland, Evangeline."

My first reaction was only to laugh, "I'm not a child anymore, I stopped listening to kid stories a long time ago, good try though."

He looked to me before his face twisted into an awful frown and he was no longer able to contain his rage, "Don't toy with me, girl! We've awaited your arrival for near of two decades now! You are in Neverland and your name is Hook."

I noticed it was very challenging to argue a point this man makes. Between the his hooked hand he waved for emphasis and his deep, grainy, deafening, voice, he could stop the most logical debate dead in its tracks simply by commanding people to see it his way and only his way.

Yet, I was baffled, beyond reasoning. If this was my father then why wasn't I brought up here? Where was my mother? Why and how was I adopted? The questions began to swirl around my head again just as Hook hastily took me by the arm and dragged me away from the others. He ordered for one of his men to follow him by a wave of his hand before commanding the others to get back to work with the days tasks.

Hook took me into his spacey quarters and found himself a seat at his desk. I turned to see the door close and that strange dark man standing in front of it guarding the only way out.

"Well, well, well," began the Captain removing his hat upon the table and reclining back into his chair, "it appears we have much to catch up on, my dear."

I stood in between the two lost for words. What did they want me to say anyway? Were they finally going to answer my questions? I decided I wasn't going to wait.

"I want my questions answered, now."

Hook nodded, "All in good time, why not take a seat, Eva as you liked to be called?"

I nodded and sat down in a chair in front of his desk getting a better glance around the room. It had a thrifty feel to it. Maps were spread along the walls and there was a large globe near his desk. I wondered what world it went to.

"We all understand how hard this all must be for you. Pulled away from the people that have raised you all your life, learning it all to be a lie," he said knowing it would raise my attention, it did.

"Lie?"

"Oh yes, your true family, your own mother, the reasons why you were put up for adoption. I'm certain they made up stories to mask the unsightly aspects of it all."

"I don't understand."

"Allow me to tell you the truth then, it should answer all of your questions in time."

I nodded thankful he decided to clear things up.

"Seventeen years past, the night you were born, your mother and I made a plan and chose your grand destiny... or rather a grand destiny chose you, Evangeline."

I shifted uncomfortably in the chair, "And what destiny is that?"

"The demise of this Neverland, of this ineffectual magic, of Pan or however you so wish to word it. Because of you, we all will be able to rest in peace finally ridded of this madness."

"Rest in peace? You want to die?"

"No, I want respite. For far too long I've been on this never ending chase. With Neverland ageing and the fire dying we all have began to grow older as well."

I felt bad for him, I couldn't help it. He wasn't terribly old but I understood how tired of it all he must be. Maybe he was serving his eternity in hell and this all was his punishment. Then what was I doing stuck in it too?

"Before I had a plan to carry on the Hook name with a son, to my dismay your mother was incapable. The only luck we had was with you. I knew you wouldn't take the place of a young, strong, and willing man but I had decided that there was more than one way to go about killing Pan. Once Peter is dead this old Neverland will follow. It is the way of things and as is the winds and tide. When Pan dies darkness will be restored and the old world I once knew will follow."

"And what was the other way to restore… is there one besides killing?"

Hook smiled, "There is another, but I must warn it will be twice as challenging, a task I knew only a daughter of mine could take on. The other way is to have Peter either decide to leave Neverland for good and grow up or… to have him, well to put upon delicate ears, how would you describe it Don?" he asked the man leaning against the door. Now knowing his name I looked back to him.

He made a sly smirk lighting his dark features for a moment, "Uh, going all the way? Is that right Captian?"

My eyebrows shot to my forehead as his strange eye met mine.

"Yes I think that'll about do it," Hook injected noticing my shock.

I looked back to the captain, "No. No! You are certifiable if you think that I am going to do that with him… ever! Actually, with anyone here against my own will for that matter. Because that would be rape. No thank you to the rape!"

"Think of it more as an obligation, Eva. You were born to do this, you don't have a choice. All you have to do is make him fall in love, he hasn't come across a girl since Jane and we all doubt he remembers her, but we are quite certain he does recall another particular girl."

"Wendy," I answered, "everyone knows about this, is it even… real?"

"As real as you and me, for the most part anyway. You see stories, get twisted over the years and lose their value but I can promise you the tale of Peter and Wendy is as timeless and honest as the day it was told."

"What are you getting at? If all that is true Peter only loves one girl and I'm not—"

"We know you're not Wendy, I know that, you know that, my men know that, but guess who doesn't know that?"

"So you want me to lead him on, outright lie, and use him all for your own benefits?" I inquired pointing an opposing finger to Hook.

"Not for my own benefits no! For all of Neverland! For all of us who are tired of living this way! This is not the fairytale that was once read to you, that was the outright lie. Neverland is much different now. You don't need to tell him you're Wendy, you just need to act like her."

"Whatever!" I cried getting up from my seat covering my ears trying to get my head to stop spinning. "How do you expect someone like me to pass off even acting like someone liker her?"

"It's been years since he's seen her, if you even spark some sort of memory of her you can pass it off. Now sit back down, we're not done here yet."

I collapsed back into the seat crossing my arms, "I can't do this, I can't even make a young boy fall in love with me."

"He's not as young as you may recall as I am not either. It is like I have stated before; much has changed."

"Well he's obviously not a man either."

"No, he's still just as resilient as the day he cut off my hand…"

We were quiet for a moment as I sat back in the chair pouting and he examined his Hook, I didn't bother looking back to that Don guy.

"If you are still wondering, your mother was killed in a fire back in England where you are from. She was to raise you there telling you stories of Pan and I and could have done a wonderful job with all of it, if it weren't for that fire that is."

"She sacrificed herself that night and saved your own, don't you think you should justify her death in some way?"

For some reason his words moved me and I couldn't hold back tears from streaking my face I quickly wiped away.

"How?" I asked not looking to him.

"Why by pursuing the dreams she wanted you to follow. You do want to justify her death don't you?"

"Maybe it was all just an accident, I mean how do you even know you have the right girl?"

He gave me a smile as if it was a joke.

"What makes you think this was some sort of mishap? Why aren't you questioning your mother who was never there, your sister who never cared? Your father who would rather drink away the weekend then spend it with his family? A life that will accumulate to nothing but a trip to a bordering school and nights spent being left behind by whom you call your friends. Is that what you truly want?"

This whole spiel got me to sit up in my chair, "How do you know all of that?"

"What? Did you expect I just sat here for seventeen years leaving my only daughter alone with strangers? We have been watching over you."

Ignoring how deeply disturbing that had sounded I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms just thinking. I wondered if my parents were looking for me, wondered if I could find a way out of this and began to question if any of it would make a difference. The Captain was right, why did I want to leave so bad? What was waiting for me back home? Here I was practically royalty, but then again if I was to stay what would be come of me?

"So let's say I kill Pan and Neverland, what will happen to me?"

"You can become part of my crew, we'll start a new Neverland, all of this will belong to us."

"But without the magic won't you die?"

Hook laughed dryly, "I died long ago, my dear."

I grimaced as he stretched out a hand to me.

"What do you say we shake on it then?"

I hesitated once again staring to his boney hand.

"Look, lass, you owe it to me, to all of us!"

"I owe you nothing! This is my choice, that family raised me my whole life!" I spat standing up turning my back to him.

"I understand how you feel," he continued, "No one else understands the urges us Pirates have. That is what you are Evangeline, the daughter of the most ruthless pirate that ever was." I turned to him as he had stood from his seat and gazed down to me. "You see we are just different, of course you wouldn't fit in with those normal people."

"And I never have…" I said beginning to calm down.

"You see, you'll fit in perfectly with us here in Neverland. We never listen to others, we do what we think is right. There are no laws, no repercussions for ones actions. Think of the freedom, to stay young and beautiful forever. Or, you could go back to the same old life of heartache and mortal worries. Is there even really a decision to make?"

"Yes," I quickly retorted, there was a huge decision to make and a heavy one at that. If I said no what was I to lose, but if I said yes, well that would be completely different.

I've heard this story before, who hasn't really? Everyone wants to go to Neverland and meet Peter Pan himself, but who in this screwed up world actually wants to kill him? I shook myself form the thought. That is not a fairytale this is reality. Captain Hook is my father. Perhaps I do owe it to him… to my birth mother.

"This is who you are, my daughter, one of us."

I still hesitated to shake his hand. If I was one of them did that make me evil? So what if I disobeyed my mother, never took the cops seriously or school for that matter. I wasn't evil! As I looked to his hand I questioned all I stood for because it was all about to change.

"I'll do it," I said with assurance, the room seemed to breathe again. Hook smiled to me as Don leaned his head back looking to the cieling.