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Wendy woke up a few hours later strung out across the chamber's bed. She still was tightly dressed, and her face felt dry from salty tears of confusion. The candle by the bedside that she had lit was now extinguished, and the only light that she saw was the tiny pink one lulling about the room methodically. The tiny fairy never seemed to sleep, for she still was so full of energy, apparently all throughout Wendy's rough sleep. It was still night, or perhaps very early in the morning, judging by the way that the boat seemed to be eerily quiet.

She looked about the room, a small headache throbbing through her head. The sway of the ship normally seemed calming, but to Wendy's shuffled nerves it was nothing more than a nuisance. She sat up slowly, massaging her temples as she did so.

Rosetta took notice that her Wendy was finally awake and she flitted over to rest on her knee.

"Are you well now, Wendy? I do not have to attack the imposing man, do I?" she tinkled off; worried that she had failed in protecting her Wendy by the discomfort evident on her face.

"Nothing is wrong that I can't handle, Rosetta. I'm merely confused."

And nothing seemed to make her more frustrated than confusion. She had been suffering from puzzlement since she had first gotten there.

There were no windows in the room, but the salty air still permeated through the planks. She inhaled deeply, and decided that the best way to think through all of these thoughts and questions was to do it above, with the relaxing sea to lull her into any sort of reason. The problem of doing such was trying to get past Captain Hook.

The very man that had started all of this wondering in the first place. The man who seemed to be messing with her emotions either for amusement or-

But no, Wendy wouldn't even consider the other option. Cold forget-me-not eyes forged into her mind wouldn't allow her to even contemplate there being any form of heart in that man's chest.

Man.

He was a man, but she was still just a girl, right? I mean, Hook had taken her from England before the clock had stricken her fate, correct? But no matter that case, a sinking feeling in Wendy's stomach told her that time might have stopped for her body, but not her mind. She felt obviously different, like a new way of breathing. It was so natural that she had to stop and think about it to realize that it was fully there. She was now starting to feel differently, like a tingling inside of her very existence. It was hard for her, but Wendy refrained from searching all around her body to make sure nothing obvious had happened.

Hook had started to make his way throughout the depths of her mind once she had started thinking like this. He smirked in the nether of her brain, a knowing countenance of exactly what was becoming of Wendy.

She couldn't take it anymore. Snapping out of her thoughts, she left the cabin's bedroom and softly made her way to the living room.

Hook was passed out cold. He lay slumped in a leather high-backed chair, the dimmed fire making shadows dance on his face. His head lay bowed, but she still did not keep her eyes away. Curiousness overwhelmed her more than her urge to reach the top deck and she took a small step towards the sleeping man.

His overcoat and vest were both discarded. The white shirt that he kept covering himself was unbuttoned, and a black leather harness was unstrapped, but still worn. The hook laid discarded carelessly on the floor. James Hook, though fast asleep was far from comfortable, and also far from sober.

Wendy for a ed moment thought of going to the man and finding some way to make his sleep more comforting. She even took another lhesitant step towards him when the stiffness of awareness flushed over her. This was the fears Captain Hook, a pirate, a ne'er do well, and her capture. The very man haunting her mind with these confusing thoughts. And she had a plan to leave this ship as soon as possible, and she would. This sleeping man would not hinder her determination.

So she abruptly left the cabin for simpler thoughts drifting on the waves.

The relaxing sound of the waves crashing against the ship was a melody that she had no problem getting used to. Even when she used to visit the island in her earlier age, she would stay awake to hear the waves crashing against a powder white bank. At this hour she wasn't likely to see anything jumping up from the white-caps. Mermaids settled on the floor of the lagoon and dolphines lulled along shorelines. None-the-less, she looked out and then down into the thick dark water, its being almost like a black pit.

She let out a contented sigh, loving the feeling of thoughts suddenly drifting from the front of her mind. Wendy stay and felt the sea lull her.

A creak of a plank jolted her back into conciousness.

"Nice to know I am not the only one that fancy's the midnight waves."

"I couldn't sleep."

"Really? in a bed as comfortable as that?" the man approached her slowly, as if gliding almost. He felt her tensen up when he touched her shoulder lightly.

"Wendy," he wispered lightly, now close enough that his breath was on her neck.

"I will go back to sleep now, and you can have the rest of the view to youself, captain."

He smirked, looking down at the back of the head whose dace she refused to show.

"Now, Wendy, there is no reason for that. Anyways's the ship is devine at night."

She hesitated from her trip back indoors to turn and look at him.

His voice in what he had just spoken seemed different, more scincere. Moonlight hit his face as the fire had, but his now open eyes seemed unusually calm. The held a look of someone intrigued, someone interested. it was nothing of dull amusement, nor of aggression, and for a moment, Wnedy thought she saw the real James Hook. She walked closer to him, for perhaps the moon was only playing tricks on her. He watched her only now, instead of the moon or the sea, with that same look in his eyes. She drew closer to him, and he did nothing but watch after her.

Finally she was close enough to touch him. Wendy never seemed to break contact as all of those thoughts came rushing back into her head. She had that feeling again, that different breathing. It was always so prominant around him, she noticed. Hook searched into her own eyes and she began to feel exposed, until she could not keep their eyes locked any longer.

"Could it be?"

The feeling of curiosity and dread flushed her cheeks as she glanced back up again.

"What are you talking about?"

She waited as he slowly took his hand and grazed it across her cheek. it trailed down to grasp her chin up, so that theit eyes again were locked.

"I think...it has..."

But she was confused. What did he see in her eyes that made him do this? Could it be that he saw what was giving her that feeling? It only made her feel weirder.

"What is it, Captain Hook?" she would not ask pardon for her impacient shrewdness.

His arm slid now around her stomach and he drew her closer. She was confused now, worried for what was going on, since the last few times this had happened, one of them had rushed out of the room in a fuss.

"Wendy...my Wendy...is a woman."