a/n: Sorry this has taken so long, guys. I've had the worst case of writers block anyone can think of, but I finally decided to take a stab at it today, and this is what I came up with!

So I hope you guys forgive me for the long wait, and enjoy!

The incessant sloshing sound of water was what eventually woke me up, lapping the side of something repeatedly, the sound shaking me from my sleep. I could tell without opening my eyes that I was in an up in an upright position. What had happened? Why did my head hurt so bad? Why do I feel sea sick? Am I tied up!

Oh, God, I was.

I tried to think of everything I had been taught about rapes and kidnappings. Not much came to mind but the fact that wherever you were you had to get out as soon as you possible could, or else..

Did someone drug me at the party? It was odd, I remembered seeing a pirate..

I opened my eyes and yelped in surprise. I wasn't in some creepers basement, I was tied to a mast of a ship- a huge ship- with sails and steerage and everything. I could even hear the splash of the ocean against the sides of the ship.

Where was I?

I was suddenly surrounded by men. Old, ugly, scary-looking men.

"Nice of you to join us," a careless voice said. The man that spoke had a soft voice, sweet as honey, but with a bitter aftertaste. I suddenly saw who spoke. It was the man that was in my room, the one that had come in through my window. The man who was unmistakably the one in my bedtime stories I had heard as a small child. This man could only fit the infamous description of none other than Captain Hook. "Would you care to tell me your name?" he asked.

I stared at him, at the man I had heard about in fictional stories. The stories that my great grandmother had made years ago. It looked as if he hadn't aged at all. But, the end of the story…

"You died," I said, more to myself than to anyone in particular.

Okay, this was not real. It simply wasn't true. I had to tell myself this over and over. I was either dreaming, or insane. And I was definitely not insane.

But the wind on my cheeks felt so real, and the sky was so blue...

And the hook that had just lodged itself into the wooden plank inches from my face was definitely real.

"Tell me your name, girly," the man said once again.

"Well, it's definitely not girly," I replied. Was it just me, or were his eyes getting red? I raised my eyebrows.

"Fine. Don't tell me, I guess it doesn't matter anyway. In no time Pan will come to your rescue, get himself killed, and you will be free to go." I had just noticed from the corner of my eye some of Hook's crew readying a cannon.

As I recalled the bedtime story my mother had told me as a child, I furrowed my brow. "Um," I started, "as great as that plan sounds… from what I heard, it didn't go that smoothly last time you tried this," I said.

Oh, yeah, his eyes were definitely red.

"I mean, no offense," I quickly covered, "but I'm not even Wendy."

The man shook his darkly curled head. "Oh, my darling," he said, "you are in no way the same Wendy I once met. But you are more like her than you think, and Pan knows this. You posses the one thing he wants in this world. Peter Pan will surely come."

"And what's that?" I asked cautiously.

Hook leaned in, so close that his face blocked out everything else from my view. I saw my own face reflected in his dark eyes, the open sky behind me, the clouds, and something else in the sky- something distinctly human. My eyes widened.

"Captain!" one of the crew members called. "He's here!"

Hook smiled- or what I thought was a smile for him. His eyes shone, and his mouth formed some sort of happy grimace, his facial hair moving along with his upper lip. It was one of the scariest things I've seen in my life. "And now, my darling," Hook said sweetly, his breath smelling foul as it hit my face, "we say our final farewell." He raised his hook up menacingly, the metal glinting in the light of the sun, and swung down toward me...

And sliced the rope that was holding me to the mast of the ship. I gasped in both shock and relief. With all of my might, I shoved the man with the hook away from me and ran for the edge of the boat. I didn't exactly know what this would accomplish, but it was better than just sitting there and playing the part of Bait. I wasn't completely helpless.

But someone had snagged me by the back of my dress before I could make it to the edge of the ship. I was thrust backwards, and I felt a sharp, cold metal pushing my chin up. "Where do you think you're going, darling?" Hook rasped in my ear. "You just about missed out on all of the fun."

"Oh, captain Hooooooook?" someone sang from somewhere above. I cast my eyes upward to see a boy sitting on the mast of the great ship, smiling down at the crew of Pirates below. His eyes met mine, and his smile faltered briefly. He stood. "A little birdie told me you were trying to kill me... again."

Hook pushed me forward, his hook held steadily underneath my jaw. "Come down here, Pan," he said, his tone icy, "and claim your prize."

a/n: Well, thats all I could come up with so far.. More will be on the way shortly, but right now Im going to go out to eat with the whole famn damily!(:

Tootles!(: