Wendy had made it to her little house without anyone stopping her. Once inside she collapsed onto the jacket and went to sleep. Her head was filled with black waves and creaking boards. She dreamt of Peter not coming out of the water. The dream began to blur and her screams awoke her. Her body was rocked gently and her head lifted. She heard voices outside her house. They were in whispers as if they knew she was asleep.
Standing up she stretched herself before opening the door. There she was on a ship surrounded by pirates. The sun was long gone but the moon was large. Everyone went silent when they spotted her. It was Smee who hurried away into Hook's cabin. Wendy eyed every man with curious eyes. She had seen a few of them but none had shared their names.
The Captain came quick and bowed his head while extending his hand to the human. She lifted it gracefully to set hers in his hand. He held it tightly and kissed the top letting his fangs gently graze the skin. Chills created goosebumps on her skin. She smiled nervously as he released her and began to stand. "You've arrived so soon Wendy, I hope everything is alright. Please join me in the cabin, is there anything you would like?" She shook her head after a moment but followed him inside.
He sat her at the desk again. This time she watched him instead of the map. His smile was warm but the pearly white fangs shown just enough to let her know he meant business this time.
"Ms. Wendy, I know you and Peter had a fight and I am deeply sorry he hurt you. He's only a boy and that's all he ever will be." Her eyes closed a little longer when she blinked. His words sunk in. She wouldn't have a future here. "You can always join us my dear. All the pirates have grown up and so can you." Wendy looked at him directly.
"I have no skills in piracy." His soft chuckled filled the room. It was warm and relaxed her.
"You have an amazing voice when you tell stories. Wendy you could tell us stories. Have you ever thought of being a pirate?" Her eyes widened. He knew about her stories.
"I always wanted to call myself Red-Handed Jill." Hook's grin revealed it all.
"Welcome to the crew. I will assemble the crew for a story before we deliver you and your hut back where it was." His hand reached for her once more. As she took it he lifted her up. "Until you are sure you want this permanently I can't properly initiate you." His soft voice made her eye brow lift and the other sink in question.
"Every crew member becomes a pirate. If you want, a similar ritual can occur to tie you to the job." Wendy's head began to swirl slightly. She wanted to know what it could be but she feared the outcome. Playing it safe for Peter's sake, she shook her head and his head nodded. He led her out to the crew where they all had assembled on the lower deck. Her heart thudded and it was the only beating one on board.
She approached the rail and made up a story of fighting. Her brain wasn't on the story but rather on Peter. What would he think when he found out where she was? Then a pain started inside her knowing how hurt he must be. She ran off when he could have very well been going to admit something. When she stopped speaking about death and victory everyone clapped and roared.
Wendy was distraught but Hook led her to her house once more. Leaving a peck on her forehead, he eased her inside and gave a wave with a smirk. Gently he closed the door and indicated to a few men that she should be moved back. She was resting inside waiting for sleep. Her brain pounded and she was exhausted.