Hey guys! It's been a while, and I've been quite busy with school, but I'm still working on this story! I've been in a little snit with this chapter and where to go for a while, so when I finally found where I wanted to go with it, I decided to give you guys a little chapter. More will be coming up soon (I PROMISE!), I just need to find the time to write. This is just a preview of the wonders to come!

Before:

Her eyes were fire, stretched open wide, waiting for the victim. "REASONABLE? Reasonable! I AM a proper lady Captain Hook and I will not sleep in the same bed as you! It's not proper conduct." When she was done there, his mouth had almost completely dropped to the floor. She may appear to be an innocent wench, but she surely new how to get what she wanted. Spoilt brat.

"Then for all I care, you may sleep on the hard floor! You must remember Wendy Darling, you may stay here, but I am STILL Captain. I will not tolerate that kind of behavior on my ship."

And with that last thought in mind, he left the room.

Now:

Bitter, and furious with the knowledge that he was somewhat right, she set out on a way to recover her own pride. It wasn't her fault that she was here. It wasn't her fault that she was now a prisoner. It just wasn't fair.

So she did the only thing reasonable. The room was large and furnished as Captains quarters should be. Except he wasn't just any Captain. He was Captain of a lost crew of legendary pirates. Pirates that everybody heard of, but never believed. After all, it was just a fairy tale right?

There, in the far right corner of the room was a small portal window; small enough to be hidden and large enough to be recognized. She had seen it her first time in the room looking for a way to escape the courageous villainy she had imagined him to hold. Her hand slid over the glass, smooth and unblemished. The latch moved down and suddenly the window slid open, frigid air sweeping into the room like a ghost or the caress of a lover. Without even thinking, she jumped out. Not caring if her dress was soaked, if her hair was ruined, about anything at all. Pure instinct drove her forward.

The water was cold, freezing against the warmth of the fire she had been in front of moments before. The grimy salt water chilled her skin and sank deep into her bones. She had plunged deeply into the water, the sting of it fresh on her skin. The heavy dress she wore was weighing her down so she did the only thing reasonable and took it off. By the time she surfaced, she was gasping for air and her lungs were burning as if lit on fire.

She was exhausted, but pushed herself. Going farther and farther towards what she hoped was shore. Soon, she became tired and her arms stopped moving. Something – a wet slimy hand latched onto her ankle. Her already tired arms flapped around hysterically, trying to grasp onto an unseen ledge. The hand pulled sharply and she felt herself being pulled downwards into the black abyss of water, sinking deeper and deeper until she felt her body shut down and air constrict. Dark spots blurred her vision until all she saw was the darkness of her unconscious mind.

Sorry that was so short guys. Believe it or not, it actually took me quite a while to write it out (more-so on the idea side than anything else). Writers block can really suck. More is coming up soon! You can visit my profile page to see other fanfics I've written or my youtube page. By-the-way, I just finished a vid on this specific pairing and it's up on my youtube page (username is Jessethevampire and the vid is called Hook/Wendy - Behind Blue Eyes) so go check that out while ya wait! Please leave a present in the little box below!
xoxo Jessethevampire