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A few hours later Hook still had not returned. Wendy sat as a crumpled mass in the chair she had napped in. Slowly but surely things were about to click inside of her mind. She had feelings for him, but feelings of what? Wendy had never had this confusing bundle of emotion stuck inside of her, and it was driving her mad.
'A nice walk about the deck should do nice to quell these feelings.'
Resolving that if Hook really had wanted her to stay inside of his cabin, he would have said so. She therefore drifted towards the door and out into the cold, breezy night.
How to describe the beautiful picture infront of her. Neverland nights had always taken her breath away, but she had never had one over the sea like this before. Her breath was caught in her throat as she looked about the scenery.
The waves, a dark blackish blue, lapped the sturdy edges of the dark ship. The Neverland isles seemed to positively glowing with the aura coming from the fairies all about, while the edge of the lagoon was ablaze with a tribal fire. It all seemed amazing to Wendy, but the best part had to be the open ocean out in front of her. The water lay still, and for miles and miles reflected the starry sky and moons so perfectly, it appeared that the entire ship floated in mid-air.
leaning on the rail, Wendy sighed from the beauty of it all.
But her breath caught again when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Captain, I'm sorry I left your quaters, but the scenery here is just so beautiful and-" But her thoughts were interupted once a second hand was placed on her hip, pulling her close to the man's form.
'wait a second...a second hand?'
This was not Hook.
"Let me go." She didn't even recognize her own voice as it escaped in a cold mass of rage. Deep inside though, Wendy had a feeling of fear flowing through her veins, but as she turned around she was prayiong that her face didn't show it.
The man still had not released her, so once she turned around she gave him the hardest shove she could muster.
The man's tall and muscly build hardly budged with her push, and soon Wendy realised that there would be no getting away from him. As fear builded on her face, a grin of malice grew on his. In one last attempt to flea, she slapped him hard on his smug countenance.
"Get away from me! Help! Help!"
Alas, our pirate fiend recovered quickly and snuffed her chance of freedom by covering her mouth with one of his enormous hands.
"Heh, not so firey now are you, pretty little-UGH"
And with the gutteral sound the man released grip on her and fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
Hook pulled his claw from the body as it fell, and cleaned it off with a hankerchief. Wendy was slumped against the ship's rail in a fit of shock. Breath was pumped furiously into and out of her lungs as she tried to regain composure; a losing battle.
Captain Hook rushed over to the dazed for of Wendy and caught her right before she fell to the deck in her loss of conciousness.
'Well, I do suppose this quickens the maturing process a bit.'
And with that she carried her back into his cabins. Hook fumbled with the door across the room and it opened to show a lavish bedroom. Plush pillows and sheets covered a kingsize bed, while the tables and dressers were all done in cherry woods. Curtains of sheer fabric cannopied the bed, and another overstuffed chair sat in the corner, a book half read on the seat cushion.
Hook placed Wendy down gently before pulling back the covers. Once she was in snuggly, he began taking the hook and harnass off of himself, letting out a sigh once the thick leather straps no longer bound his body. He slipped in next to her and snuffed out the oil lamp glowing dimly on the bedside table.
Before falling asleep Hook thought of two things; that Wendy would give an interesting reaction to waking in his bed, and that her hair smelt intoxicatingly divine.