WELL HI LONG TIME NO SEE. i'm so sorry for such the long wait... really truly! I've just been struggling with the different ways in which I can end this story and, well, I only want the best for my readers. Anywho, this is what I've come up with so far! Read and enjoy!

I was yanked behind Hook as we approached the Jolly Roger. It was still decked out in darkness, though Hook didnt seem to mind the changes that Nerezza had made to his vessel while he was away. "I don't even know what you want from me," I said, yanking at Hook's firm grip around my wrist.

Hook said nothing, just walked me up the loading dock of the boat and onto the deck of the ship.

"Peter will find me," I warned loudly. "And James. They both will rescue me."

At this, Hook smiled a little. "Oh, Grace," he said, "I'm counting on your dear Peter coming to the rescue. And as for James..." He looked at me, still smiling. "Well, let's just say he's a bit... tied up at the moment."

It was then that I saw James tied to one of the masts of the ship. His head hung and his face was a bit bloodied.

"James," I cried as I pulled free of Hook's grip and ran over to where he was.

"Hey," James breathed when I lifted his face to look at me. "Long time, no see." He attempted to smile at his lame joke.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, checking his face over for fatal injuries, or any sign that he was badly wounded.

"I'm fine," he said reassuringly.

I was yanked away from James an instant later. I yelled at them to let me go, and distantly I heard James telling Hook to let go of me as well, but it was all to no avail. With a violent shove, I was thrown into a darkened room, probably used for storage. It was empty and pitch black with no windows or lit candles to help my line of sight.

"Wait in here," Hook commanded. "And don't come out until you've changed your clothes." A cold smile. "And your attitude."

"Just let James go," I said. "He just wants to go home, be with his family."

Hook paused. "He is home," he said quietly. "And he is with his family."

With that he slammed the door.

I ran to it the moment it closed and yanked- it was bolted shut. I kicked at it angrily and looked around in vain to try and see anything. It was dark and smelled dingy in the room, though some light did filter through the gaps between the wooden slats of the door. I was able to just barely make out a table. I walked over to it and blindly felt what lay across it, luckily coming up with a book of matches.

Sighing in relief, I lit one and looked until I found a set of candles on the corner of the table. After lighting them, I turned around to look at the rest of the room.

And yelped in surprise.

There was a mannequin on the other side of the small room from where I was standing. It was faceless, but was wearing a beautiful white gown encrusted with jewels and flowers to match. I sucked in a breath as I approached it- surely this wasn't what Hook was talking about when he told me to change my clothes.

It looked like a wedding dress.

I felt the soft white fabric between my fingers, and saw the veil sitting next to the dress on the floor. I took a surprised step back.

It was a wedding dress.

For me? Who was I going to marry?

As the hours passed and I had still not put on the dress, the door swung open.

I lurched from the ground to my feet, prepared to fight, but only Gisselle stood in the doorway, smiling.

"Looks like youre having trouble putting on the dress by yourself," she observed as she stepped farther into the room, letting the door close shut behind her. "Let me help you with that."

I backed away from her. "I'm not putting on that stupid dress," I said.

"Look, Gracie, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

"So hurt me. Go ahead. I wont even scream."

"I wont hurt you, dear," Gisselle said with a sickening smile. "I'll just go and keep taking it out on dear old James."

"What does he have to do with any of this?" I asked. "What do I have to do with any of this?"

Gisselle pinned me to the wall in one instant and began to rip my dress off. I screamed and shoved at her, but she was persistent.

"I'll change myself," I yelled. "Just stop! Stop!"

Gisselle backed away, seemingly proud of herself. "I'll give you ten more minutes before I come back in to check up on you."

With that she left me crumpled on the ground, clutching at my dress and staring up at her in disbelief.

Ten minutes later I emerged wearing the dress. I felt like a fool wearing it, but if it kept them away from James, it had to be done. I had left the veil in the room, too afraid to actually admit to myself what was going on to actually put it in my hair.

"Oh," Gisselle gushed as she walked up to me, "you look just beautiful. This is the very dress that my brother's wife wore on their wedding day."

"Who would want to marry any of you?" I asked.

"I'm so glad it fits," Gisselle said, ignoring me.

She grabbed me by the wrist that was now well past bruised from so many people tugging me around, and led me toward the center of the deck. I looked around to see that all of the pirates on board had their cutlasses drawn, watching the skies for Peter. They were all parted to make room for the center of the deck which held Captain Hook- giant plumed hat and all- along with Captain Nerezza and-

James, tied up and wearing a fitted suit.

I stopped dead in my tracks, bringing Gisselle to a halt as well. "No," I said.

"Oh, yes," Gisselle replied, tugging me forward once more.

I searched around for any escape, any way off of this ship, and saw none.

So, naturally, I pretended to faint.

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