Walking through the bar was one of your favorite times of the night. The rest of the day you had been stuck in the kitchens, washing dishes and taking orders for drinks. You were lucky to even have a job of course, but you just wished you could have one with a bit better scenery.
You were a people-watcher, that much was obvious. You had always found pleasure in watching and listening. You could see all the traits of a certain person just over the course of watching them for a mere five minutes.
The man of the hour, it seemed, was over in the far left-hand corner. He wore a leather overcoat and was surrounded by five women. His lackeys took over the surrounding four tables, but his table seemed only reserved for he and his ladies.
Just by looking at him, you had deduced that he was a womanizer. With that much attention and no pushing it away, how could he not be? Sadly enough, you would be serving him tonight, and, although he was devilishly handsome even by your standards, you really didn't feel like being on the receiving end of a flirtationship at the moment.
Nonetheless, squaring your shoulders and making sure your dress was covering all that the men could possibly ogle, you grabbed the tray that held his drinks of ale and sauntered over to his table, trying to appear confident.
"That old crocodile always saw whatever he had coming. Completely cut off my hand, he did." He was completely knackered; he would have a nasty hangover in the morning.
"A crocodile with sword-fighting skills? I doubt it." You can't help but comment, regretting it as soon as it comes out of your mouth.
"Do you, love?" The dark haired man turns to you, and so do his fifteen or so friends. All of a sudden, you feel surrounded. And that's never a good thing to be.
"Uh, here are your drinks. En-enjoy!" You try to get out of there as soon as possible, grimacing as you scout out the quickest way you could possibly make your way back to the counter.
"Why don't you join us, love? Perhaps then you will get an answer to your question?"
You have no choice. Despite their supposed leader being quite handsome, none of the others were very nice looking. They were practically all glaring at you, not counting the ones passed out from the amount of ale they had already consumed.
There were no seats left at the table with the leader of the pack, but a larger man easily hauled one over, stamping down yours hopes of not being seen as another one of the man's mistresses.
"Perhaps I could-" One of the lackeys pulls you roughly over to the wooden chair, "Oh, alright, I guess I could sit for a minute."
"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Let's not forget our good form, shall we?" The one man at your new table slopped some ale into his mouth, visibly slurring.
"And who may you be, lassie?" He's blinking quite slowly. Perhaps he'll leave soon? You can only hope so.
"My name is (y/n)." You don't bother to lie; after all, he may leave you a tip for dealing with him and not blowing your top. That would be the only plus to this night.
"Wonderful to meet you m'lady! I'm Killian Jones, better known as Captain Hook." He winks at you, but you barely notice. Where had you heard that name before? It suddenly occurs to you, and you stumble back a bit from shock.
"I've heard that name before! You're a pirate, aren't you?" You were actually talking to a pirate! Despite a pirate's tendency to kill and pilfer, they were able to travel the world! That was something you would give anything to have.
"Aye," Captain Hook grins devilishly, "Got a thing for pirates, 'ave you?"
"Of course not, not for pirates," You stutter slightly,"However, I am always in the mood for stories of adventure."
"Ah, it seems we have hooked her in, men!" There's a shout of joy arising around at the statement, and each man takes a long swig from their mugs.
The three other girls near Killian Jones are starting to look a little cross, angry that the attention has been pulled off of themselves. One crosses her arms, pushing her corset closer to her stomach. Nobody seems to notice though.
"Well, if she wants an adventure, that she shall have!" The men cheer again, "We'll bring her with us when we leave tomorrow morning!"
"What?" For a second you're confused, and then it sets in what exactly you would be doing if you decided to come along. "NO!"
"What, love? Don't want to follow your dreams?" Hook slops some of his ale form his mug, and it suddenly occurs to you that he's probably drunk. He wasn't being serious, not yet, but if you stuck around long enough, he might force you into something neither of you want.
"I'll just be going now..." For some reason, nobody stopped as you made your way out of the circle of pirates. Either way, it was a good thing nothing happened; you wouldn't be able to defend yourself against even the slightest of those men.
For the rest of the night, you kept away from the group, letting one of the other bartenders deal with all of them. When it's finally time for you to leave, the men are still as loud and hearty as ever.
"I'll see you tomorrow." You call out to the rest of the workers, but they simply disregard you. You head out the door. As soon as you're out the door though, you're intercepted by a rough hand and pulled into a dark alleyway.
The rowdy disturbance of the large group of Captain Hook's pirates exiting the bar is faint in the deafening silence of the alleyway.
The man holding you moves his hand from your face and turns you to face him. He's no stranger to you.
This man had been hanging around the bar for years, picking up unsuspecting women who were alone. Some probably were happy to aid him in his "needs", but you certainly were not one of those women!
Taking advantage of your freed mouth before he can take advantage of you, you let loose a scream as loud as you can. The high pitched whistling sound echoes through the alley, but it seems as if no one is around to hear it.
The man puts his hand back over your lips and you're quick to roll in your lips. Ew, why would you want anything that may even come close to your mouth near that filthy hand? That's right, you wouldn't.
"Miss, you're going to have to be a bit quieter. See, I don't like when girls are too loud, and of course you want me to like you. Because if I don't like you, well. You'll be sorry if that ever happens. And then you'll be dead!" The man laughs maniacally, throwing his head back and letting a loud one rip.
What a fraud.
You can't help but be a frightened though. This man had been hanging around for what seemed like forever, why hadn't he ever before been caught?
Maybe not so much of a fraud.
Suddenly, there came a loud bang from the end of the alleyway, in the direction of the bar. Appearing like a knight in shining hook, was an unlikely hero.
Sword in hand, Captain Hook swept you away from that beast of a man into his own arms.
You ended up heading out on his ship with him the next morning.
Willingly, of course.