"AHA!"

She plunged her sword into the sack of flour, a puff of the white powder billowing like a cloud behind her. Wendy turned spun gracefully around, swiping at the nearest support beam. Knicks and scrapes littered the salty wood from the past hour of sword fighting. Wendy had worked on her skills enough, she decided, to make any pirate proud. A week's straight training; two hours each day. Granted, she would still probably continue these little sessions, but only for lack of things to occupy her time.

Wendy panted a bit, but let out a satisfied sigh looking at her damage. Boxes, barrels and support beams were all marred by the powerful swordsmanship, (or swordswomanship) of the Wendy lady. wiping her brow, she placed the sword back into the loop on the belt she had around her waist. She had grown so accustomed to donning pirate garb that whenever placed in a dress she felt uncomfortable and out of her own skin. Her face, once such a porcelain beauty, now was sunkissed, a tender tan across her body. The salty sunshine she drew in each day lhighlighted her wavy hair with a natural honey tone. Her rosy cheeks and innocent blue eyes were perfectly unchanged though, much to Hook's pleasure.

Walking purposfully up the stairs, she let herself hesitate at the top to take in the lagoon breeze. Peter was in a wonderful mood it seemed, for not a cloud flew above, leaving the water and sky to only be seperated by darkened far waters. She breathed in the smell of salt air and let the wind whip her hair into her face. Days like these dragged on forever here, but she never could seem to tire of them. But our Captain Hook, on the other hand, was even more on the alert today. The cheery disposition the day held was like a toxic warning that something, or someone, could show up at any time to ruin his peace.

Hook stood behind his wheel which was located above his captain's quarters. He gazed imperiously down at his men, the worthless dogs. They tightened sails, scrubbed deckboards, shined cannons, tightened cargo, checked and re-checked supply amounts, but it would never be good enough.

He saw Wendy make her entrance from the lower decks. Hook was amused with how much pleasure she took in viewing the ocean, in letting the wind toss her hair. She had been working on swordfighting, much to Hook's displeasure. Soon though, he would find other things to occupy her mind with, such as himself. He could tell that inside she had made the change to accepting him more and more by the ideas of attraction. Tonight he would make the next move in his plan, one sure to have her wrapped around his fingers.

Hook's eyes lingered on Wendy. Her figure was promising, and the men's clothes which she had lately donned seemed to leave nothing to the imagination. Her tightly strapped leather pants and belts clung to her curves, and her vested white shirt hung open to show a hint of bosom which Hook desired to caress.

He had, however, became slightly uncomfortable with her self training. There was no room in her plans for any miscalculations, and her new experience with a sword might be considered one of them. Pulling the ropes to control her actions on the board, however, would definitely cause some problems in the relationship he was slowly building up with his Wendy. Perhaps, a diversion from these training sessions, and a small expidition was in order.

"Wendy, darling." His voice was ever like honey to her ears, a tantilizing call towards his intimidating but charming figure. His hair whipped black curly strands in front of his intense blue eyes, and she was attracted to him now like a moth to a flame. The captain stood before her, now folding her arm in his, and beginning a walk around the deck. "Wendy, how would you like to take a little trip with me?"

At this her eyes lit up and a new excitement painted her soft features. Hook's mind twisted and writhed in a satisfied and sly mannor.

"Yes, darling, a trip to the Neverland beach, right off of the lagoon. My men must go off for supplies, so perhaps you would enjoy a small vacation onto land?"

The prospects of land thrilled her every being, and she stopped right in her tracks alongside him. "Land? A vacation sounds amazing! Oh, captain! I would love this so much!" she looked down demurely before tipping herself up to give him a chaste kiss on his lips, something that mildly amuzed James Hook.

"Why, my dear lady! It is only an honor to have someone such as yourself to accompany an old captain to do his bidding!" He brought her hand to his lips and left a not so chaste kiss there. Wendy blushed and studied the deckboards washed pale from the salt.

Hook turned from Wendy to look momentarily at the horizon, and then to the cerulean waters below the boat. His wits must be kept about him to keep a lookout of the mermaids, lest Peter will hear of some return of Hook to the lands.

"We will leave in the morning, Wendy. Pack your things and be ready for the early hours."

Grinning to full extent, Wendy practically ran towards the Captain's quarters to begin sorting through her items.

When she was gone and completely immursed in packing, Hook decided that now was the time to round up those sailors which he chose to take the trip along with him and Wendy.

Meeting in a stocked hall below decks, the five burly bruts stood at attention infront of their cruel and heartless Captain.

"Gentlemen, the time has come to send Pan a message."