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In the swirl of passion	By : Lywhn Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 35043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11 – The way of fate begins

Alf Mason nipped at his cup of rum and straightened his back. It was almost 47 glasses and he was eager for the discharge to come in less than a half hour. It was very dark tonight, even the stars didn’t show themselves, but it wouldn’t last long anymore until the first rays of day would lighten the sky. Neverland laid only a half sea mile far away. They were back again from where they had started the night before: in Pirate’s Cove. As the ship’s time was exactly 40 glasses – midnight – he and Frank Boon, one of the pirates who was responsible for the lower cannon-deck, had seen Neverland only several miles ahead. Mason wasn’t this superstitious as Mullins but even he thought in this very moment that they all were damned. There couldn’t be another explanation.
Frank Boon stepped to him. He was a tall man in his middle age with light blond hair and dark eyes. A thin scar went over his left arm and his right ear missed the lap, but otherwise there were no signs of the hard life a buccaneer lives.
“A dark nigh’”, he mumbled and sat down beside his comrade.
Mason nodded and offered him his cup, which Frank gladly took. “Aye. I don’t like t’is nights wit’out stars. Somet’ing is wrong! T’is blasted island always shows crazy signs if somet’ing isn’t righ’.”
Boon emptied the cup and gave it back. “Maybe t’is damn boy be rottin’ in hell!”
Mason scratched his head. “No. T’ere would be ice and snow if t’e li’le rat would be dead. No. T’ere is somet’ing ot’er goin’ on and I don’t know if I…”
“Silent!” Frank whispered suddenly urgently and priced up one’s ear. “Don’t you hear it?” he asked after several seconds.
Mason listened intense and then he heard it as well: the soft gossip of water against a ship and the low hits of riggings against masts and sails. And it didn’t come from the Jolly Roger.
Alf stood up and hasted to the rail, looking concentrated in the darkness. And then he saw the reason for the silent noises.
“Frank!” he squeaked. “Wake the captain!”
Boon stared at him. “Are you crazy? He’ll kill me. He hates to be disturbed at nigh’ and he’s wit’ his lass and…”
Alf didn’t listen to him anymore but sped to the staircase to the bridge, taking two steps in one time as he stormed upwards. Only seconds later he reached the door to the captain’s quarter and knocked with all his might against it.
“Cap’n!” he bawled and let his fist hit the heavy wood again. “Cap’n, Sir! Please wake up! Hurry!”
Frank swallowed. “T’is will be your deat’, friend!”
A moment later the door was tore open and a very angry Captain Hook, only clad with a blanket around his waist, appeared at the threshold.
“Mason! I hope for your own sake that…”
Alf even didn’t let him finish, what would be normally his finally sentence of death, but pointed port side out of the sea. “Sir! T’ere is a ship! T’e same ship we saw t’is afternoon!”
Hook wasn’t really wide-awake. He had been deep asleep, as the loud knocks had woken him up. As a pirate-captain you need very short reflexes to survive and danger was always present. So it had lasted not more then ten seconds for Hook to jump up, to get one of the blankets, whispering a fiercely “Stay back!” to a startled Wendy and to run to the door – ready to teach the man a lesson who had dared to disturb him and his girl in this rough way.
But what Mason blurted out by the first sight of him was enough to let him stop in the middle of the word. What had the gunner said? A ship? A SHIP?
James stepped out his cabin further on deck and looked in the direction Mason pointed. His ever so blue eyes bored into the darkness and then – as the moon broke through the thick clouds for a moment – he recognized the vessel. It was the two-mast-sloop they hadn’t reached only several hours ago. And it was here: in Neverland.
“They made it!” he said with a low voice. “They have broken through the frontier. Maybe we can brake through in their navigable water, too.”
Alf, who held his hat in one hand, dared a: “W’at your orders, Sir?”
Hook whirled around to him. “Give alert. Crew on deck in two minutes. And send Smee to me!” He returned in his quarters but looked one last time back. “And Mason? As soon as you or another one can clearly see the flag inform me about its emblem without any hesitation!” Then he shut the door behind him, cutting off Mason’s “Aye, Aye, Sir!”

Wendy looked wide-eyed to James, as he returned from the door and lightened several candles. She had heard what the crewman had reported and sat on the bed, holding one blanket to her breast.
“A ship?” she asked warily, still a little bit drowsy.
Hook nodded and went to his locker to fetch fresh clothes. “It seems to be the same we saw last afternoon.”
The girl bit her lips. “They have fallowed us? This means that they were able to…”
“… break through the frontier!” James finished the sentence and opened his locker. “Aye!” He looked back at his young lover while he dressed himself in black breeches. “Get dressed! We don’t know whose pirate-gang it is.”
Wendy threw the blanket away, jumped up and hasted to her clothes that laying on a chair. She slipped into her shirt and breeches in no time and went then to James, helping him to fasten the harness and gripped after a black shirt he pointed on.
Suddenly an invisible door in the wall opened and a stressed Smee, only clad in a wide trouser and a dark pullover hurried in. “G’monring, Cap’n”, he mumbled sleepily.
Wendy could only look at the open secret passage through which Smee had arrived.
Hook followed her gaze and grinned for a second. “Practical, isn’t it?”
The girl nodded. “And when you wanted to tell me about it?”
He shrugged his shoulders, taking his silver-black waistcoat. “At one day for sure.”
She shook her head, helping him with the waistcoat. “Don’t you trust me enough?” she asked a little bit hurt.
He looked at her pouting face while she buttoned his waistcoat, pulling the heavy ruffles of his skirt over its collar. He bent down and whispered: “With my life, sweetie!”
Surprised she met his gaze, taking in his suddenly seriousness. “You mean it?” she asked silently and he only nodded.
“Aye!”
Smee stepped to them and noticed that his help by dressing his captain weren’t necessary. The young girl had taken this job and of course Hook preferred her service in this case.
“Your orders, Sir?” he asked, fetching the heavy sword and the weapon-sash, as well as a pistol.
Before Hook could answer a new knock sounded from the regular door. The captain threw Smee a glance, who returned to the still open secret passage and closed it.
“Enter!” he called and the round face full of warts of Alf Mason appeared.
“’scuse me, Sir, but we’ve recognize t’e emblem on t’e flag.”
Tensed Hook only waited for Mason to continue.
It’s a complete skeleton t’at holds in his righ’ lifted hand a goblet and his left a spear, t’at points down to a heart…”
“… with three blood-drops!” Hook finished the sentence.
Mason only nodded perplexes. How did his commander know that?
Wendy’s gaze was fixed at James. “You know the emblem?”
He only made a further approval gesture. “Aye! I knew this emblem.” He listened to himself and realized the three looks on him. “Don’t ask me how and why, but my memories are clear about this one thing. This emblem belongs to Edward Teach.”
“Who?” two male voices asked him simultaneous, while Wendy paled.
Hook lifted one brow. “You know him under the name the people have given him: Captain Blackbeard!”

Smee and Mason had left the cabin to fallow the captain’s orders, while he finished dressing. His thoughts were far away and he didn’t recognize Wendy’s worries.
The girl swallowed and crossed her arms before her chest in a protecting gesture, after she had finished to help ‘her’ captain get dressed.
She had read about Blackbeard almost every book she could have gotten in London and she knew that this man was one of the most successful and cruel pirates at the end of the ‘golden age’ of piracy. And she knew one thing more: he must have been insane. His most famous ‘games’ were to prove his power in shooting his men, crippled them, sharing his 14 (!) wives with other men and in attacking other people late at night even in the pirates domiciles at the Caribbean islands. Other times he showed mercy by setting captured crews free and to change booty for medicine to help his ill men – only to kill them later.
Teach had been an ordinary seaman, born in Bristol at approx. 1680 with the civil name Edward Drummond and joined first the navy and during the war of Spanish Succession in 1702 until 1713 he fought as privateer in the Carebbean Sea for England against Spain. In 1716 he joined the pirate gang under Captain Benjamin Hornigold in New Providence Island and made a ‘sweet trade’ as buccaneer. First as an ordinary crewman; but then he got the command of the first captured sloop. In November 1717 he captured together with his mentor the French galleon ‘Concorde’. The booty had been incredible: 500 slaves from Africa, gold, silver and precious stones. The booty had been this much that Hornigold gave him the ‘Concorde’ as prize. Teach constructed her ‘inner life’ anew and armed her with more than 40 cannons and named her Queen’s Anne Revenge. He and Hornigold parted and then the most famous career of any buccaneer began.
He changed his appearance, twisted his long black beard into braids, wore fine clothes with almost ever three or four pistols in his sash and ‘decorated’ himself with three or four burning slow-matches when ever he attacked another ship. He built up a small flotilla of several sloops with the Queen Anne’s Revenge as the flagship. He had more than 300 men beneath him; made a deal with the governor of North Carolina – Charles Eden – by giving him a share of his booty in return for pardon; captured many ships – two most known sloops were the Adventure and the Revenge – and was finally killed at 21st November 1718 by Lieutenant Robert Maynard and his men, who found him at Panilco Sound near the island Ocracoke, where is last headquarter had been laid and…
Wendy’s head jerked up to met James’ gaze. “This couldn’t be Blackbeard!” she blurted out and Hook cocked his head, fastening his pistol.
“And why not, my dear?”
“He… he is dead!” she said. “He died in the late November 1718 after a wild battle on his sloop Adventure against Lieutenant Robert Maynard from the Royal Navy. It has been told that he had been shot five times and had more then 25 wounds, but after all the hit of a cutlass from a Scottish sailors in the neck had killed him finally. He must had fought like a berserk and…”
James’ index finger touched her lips and she looked up into his eyes.
“Sweetie, this really is a thrilling story and worthy to be told in a dark, stormy evening, but just right now I have no time to…”
“James! This is no story!” she insisted. “Teach had been killed…”
“Darling!” he cut in. “No one would dare to use his flag without his permission. And I hope that he self is on this ship next to ours and that not one of his officers is in command. Believe me, Wendy, Blackbeard is very much alive and I am sorry that I have no time to hear this story. But right now I have to meet an old colleague – if you could call it so.” He was on his way out of his cabin as he stopped and looked back. “As I remember Teach is an odd man. Please stay here in my quarters!”
Wendy ran after him. “James! He isn’t ‘odd’ – he is insane! Every reports are telling that he…”
James turned back to her, stroking her cheek. “Wendy, I have met him three times as he was a crewman of Benjamin. And one time more after he got his first command over a sloop and made his own booties. I know that he is a strange man and be sure that I will be careful. But perhaps he it the key out of this hell and I will not forfeit another chance.” He took in her fearful eyes and kissed her softly. “Don’t be afraid. I will no harm let come to you!”
With this he went out of the cabin, closing the door firmly behind him.
Wendy trembled slightly, biting her lips. “I don’t fear for me”, she whispered. “But for you!” And then suddenly she realized one thing more: he remembered his first meetings with Blackbeard. And this could only meant one thing: his memories were restored more and more!

The first grey turned the sky but it would last longer until the darkness of the night would disappear. The heavy clouds hang still over the sea and that this close that even the higher mountains of Neverland were mantled by them.
Hook threw a glance over the island and shook his head. “I would like to know what is going on in the crazy mind of this damn boy that the weather is that bad!” he murmured and decided to forget Peter Pan for several minutes. The arrival of the other pirate-ship was more important in this moment then this ‘flying pest’.
He stepped to the rail and looked across to the other ship, which had come near to almost a nine hundred feet. It was a slender sloop with two masts and armed – as far as he could see in the dark twilight – with not more than 12 cannons. He recognized many men on deck, almost too many if you considered the size of the ship.
“Mr. Smee?” he called and waited until his boatswain was beside him.
“Aye, Sir?”
“Fetch two torches and give signal. Ask which of Blackbeard’s commander we have the honor to meet.”
The old Irishmen nodded and gestured to Quant Ling to give him two torches. Then he signaled Hook’s question to the other ship. It didn’t last more than a half minute for the answer and James took a deep breath.
“As I thought”, he murmured. “It is Teach himself!” He bit his lips, exchanged a look with Smee and made his decision. “Signaling him it would be a pleasure for me to invite him and his first officer to breakfast at 8 glasses. Tell him as well where he could set his anchor the best in this cove and then make it clear to Cookson that I need the best breakfast the galley could manage.”
The boatswain nodded and while he signaled again to the other ship Hook turned to his crew. “Gentlemen! I am sure every one of you has heard of the famous Captain Blackbeard. As we left Cuba the last time his name was in every one’s mouth and this has been right, because he is one of the most successful ‘colleagues’ we have. When he and his first officer will come in less than four hours I want to be sure that you welcomed him with the honor he deserved, but show him and his crew that you’re fine pirates as well – the better ones! I want to be proud of you, men! And don’t forget: he is maybe our only chance to escape this damn place!”
Cheers sounded through the ship. Hook gave them time to settle down, then he continued: “You have the allowance to talk with your colleagues and to take a day off. Of course the readiness of the ship has to be guaranteed. I will choose four men who will be responsible for it. Whom they will give the job is up to them – they only will get a lot of anger if something isn’t right. Any questions?”
No one asked, but they all grinned as mad. A day off! Talking with other pirates! And a lot of rum and food – this was for sure! O happy day!
“Then into the bunks with you. Three men have to stay on deck as guards. At 7 glasses several hands will be necessary to fastening our ships together and to lay a plank between them. That would be all!”
New cheers branded up and several of them shouted, “Long live the captain!”.
Hook smiled inwardly – how easy these simple men were to cheer up – then he turned back to his cabin. As long as the night remained there was nothing he could do – except to seduce a special sweet, ardently girl to a further wild time of passionate lovemaking and…
Wendy! Suddenly he felt alert awaking in him. Blackbeard was a lady-killer; that he knew for sure, even if he was amazed how much he suddenly remembered about Edward Teach and their last meeting. It seemed that more of his memories had returned as he had the first contact with someone from his world – and even if it was an only by eye-contact. Blackbeard had been married 9 times as far as he remembered and he never wreaked a skirt. And in one thing James had to agree with Wendy: Edward Teach was dangerous because of his twisted mind.
Lost in thoughts he entered slowly his quarters and looked after almost one minute to the young girl, sitting in one of his chairs and watched him silently. He took in her beautiful face, her big eyes, her pouting lips, her slender figure and her thick, long, wavy gold-brown hair. She was a temptation for every man. He was very aware of this. And the risk that Blackbeard would show more interest in her, as it would be polite lay at hand. And by the way: his men knew that it would be their certain death if they came her too near. Blackbeard’s men compared to that didn’t know this and it would come to frictions; this was for sure. And he didn’t want any tensions right in the beginning. And besides this he wanted her out of any danger.
With a deep sigh he made his decision, what was more difficult as he was ready to admit to himself.
Wendy let her gaze roaming over is face. Immediately she realized his tenseness and that something wasn’t quiet right.
“It is Blackbeard!” she stated and felt a pang of discomfort as Hook slowly nodded.
“Aye! It is him.” He went to her and squatted beside her chair – exactly as he had done more than four years ago during her first ‘visit’ on the Jolly Roger. He reached for her hands and looked down onto her small fingers, resting in his longer and stronger ones. She was a brave and strong-willed girl, but after all a girl; a female that had to be protected. He had sworn that no harm would come to her as long as he could forestall it and he would keep his promise.
“Sweetie”, he said, taking a deep breath. “You know that I want nothing more than to have you at my side. I had even consider to keep you here against your will…”
He saw the beginning indignation on her face and the flashing in her eyes and stroke over her cheek. “Sh, by beauty. I said ‘I HAD consider’. I know now that it would be the wrong way to win you.” He smiled transiently and surrounded her fingers with his’ again.
Wendy saw his suddenly uneasiness and recognized what he planned to say.
“But now you want me to be safe away when Blackbeard arrives.”
He lowered his gaze. “This would be the best for you. I know him. He is crazy and after every pretty female that runs over his way. And he can be very… obtaining in getting what he wants.” He looked up at her again. “The risk that he will try to get you behind my back is too big.” He sighed. “I will order Smee to take you ashore before Blackbeard arrives. Maybe he can take you near the Indian tribe, where are you safe. As far as I know you are welcome there.”
Wendy nodded. “Yes. Tiger Lilly and I are something like friends.”
A wary smile rushed over his face. “Aye. This was almost clear!” He tightened softly his grip around her fingers. “So you will be safe there until you can return to Pan’s hide-out.”
With her head cocked she looked at him and asked the question that was all the time deep in the back of her mind. “Why have you never asked?”
He lifted one brow. “What?”
“For Peter’s hide-out. Why have you never asked me?”
He pressed his lips together and gazed away. “I know that you would never betray him. I ought to force you in telling me the place and I have to admit that in the beginning these thoughts passed by, but now…” He lifted her hands to his lips, kissing them gently. “Now I cannot do this – even when it means that this damn pest will live a tad longer!” he whispered so quietly that she almost hadn’t heard it. He glared at her again, seeing her angelic features in the soft golden candlelight and felt him drowning in the dove-blue eyes, which shimmered darker in the twilight. He didn’t say it aloud, but to tell the truth: he was unable to ever harm her.
Wendy smiled softly, disengaged one hand from his gentle grip and laid it at his cheek. Unknowingly he nestled into to her palm, relished in the tender stroke of her thumb. By all demons of the Seven Sea, he really had turned into a softie as soon as his sweet storyteller was near him!
“You know”, he said slowly, “that you are changing me!?”
She flashed him a mashing grin. “Tit for tat. Only eight days ago I was an innocent child and now I am…”
“Changed into the most beautiful, vivid and ardently young woman you can dare to dream of!” He cut in, winked at her as she rolled her eyes and moistened his lips. “And by that it occurred me that I haven’t kissed you since – how long had been?”
Giggling she shook her head, amused sparkles danced in her eyes. “Ten minutes?”
He nodded. “Therefore too long!”
He stood up and pulled her along with him, took her in his arms and cut her pert retort off with a deep kiss.
Even if Wendy was uncertain, resulting of the last occurrences and still tired from the last two nights and the day on sea, she felt deep inside of her something glowing up in warmth and melted in his arms. Here she felt safe and secure; nothing could happen to her as long as he held her like this and…
A slightly tapping at the window startled the both. Hook looked up, his gaze a threat to everyone who dared to disturb him right now and then he wrinkled his forehead.
“Blasted fairies. Always they have to…”
Wendy whirled alarmed around and saw outside of the window the glistening light of one of these tiny, magical creatures. Her heart skipped a beat. What, if this was Tinker Bell and saw her and James in this passionate embrace?
The fairy tapped again at the glass, this time more urgently.
Hook cursed under his breath and stormed to the window, ready to bestow the five fatal words at the winged creature, tore one window open – and the words were stick in his throat, as he looked closer at the fairy. At first sight he knew that this wasn’t an ordinary fairy and that had nothing to do with her way of dressing. Instead of a mixture of leaves and flowers she wore a white-shining dress and flew around her tiny figure like liquid silver and her long light-blond hair fell down her back. But the most impressing appearance was her eyes. Wisdom and amicability shone out of them – a wisdom that was very old.
Hook hesitated and for the first time he met a fairy he didn’t know how to handle.
The fairy looked him up and down, smiled suddenly and rushed along him into the cabin – straight to Wendy, whose face started to beam.
“You again!” she called and made a deep curtsy, stretched out her hand and offered the fairy her palm to sit on.
Hook cocked his head. “You know her?” he asked the girl.
“Yes. She woke me in time the morning after Peter’s ‘prank’ as I staid with you and gave me her fairy-dust, so that I could return to the island in time.”
The buccaneer grumbled something about ‘interferences’ and ‘poking the nose in other ones businesses’, what let Wendy chuckling.
“Please do not listen to him, Her Majesty. Early in the morning he isn’t in the best mood.” she said softly and the tiny creature laughed silently, glaring at the tall man, who had shut the window and stepped to his young lover and the visitor.
“I am not in the best mood at mornings?” he teased. “Darling, it has never occurred to me to call Smee ‘father’ or ‘mother’ and to scream like someone is going to murder me only because an old man is bowing to me!”
Wendy rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly at him. “All right. But I do not growling like a sleepy lion and returning a polite greeting with a ‘shut up’!”
The fairy in her hand laughed a laughter that sounded like the tone of a bell, winking at the young human girl and brought by this Hook’s attention back to her.
“So”, he began thoughtfully. “You are the queen of all this glimmer-butterflies!?”
Wendy made a face. “James! You are speaking with one of the eldest souls on Earth!”
He lifted one brow. “Earth? We are in Neverland, my sweet, not on Earth!”
The fairy-queen repressed a further laughter, than she beckoned the pirate-captain and the girl to bent down to her. Surprised both obeyed and felt suddenly a strange pressure in their heads.
“What…?” began Hook alarmed but stopped as he heard a lightly, sweet voice in his mind:
“Just listen! Changes have begun in Neverland. We all are at a threshold to another area. And it is up to you what these changes will bring for us!”
Hook starred at her and sneered: “By all respect, ‘Her Majesty’, but don’t count on me when you need someone to save Neverland’s day!”
“Even not when your all lives depend on it?” She made a head-gesture to Wendy. “And hers as well?”
A bucket full of icy water couldn’t hit him harder as these last words. “What do you mean by that?” he demanded, his eyes went smaller.
The magical creature sighed. “Humans. You are always so inpatient. Believe me: if I could tell you more I would do it.” She pointed to the port side. “These mortals, who have just arrived, were awaited for a longer time now. And it is up to you if their present will bring solution or will seal our all dooms.” She looked straight into Hook’s eyes. “Yours including.”
The pirate-captain bit his lips. “This fogy weather outside… Has it something to do with it?”
The fairy-queen nodded. “Yes. And” – she drove her attention to Wendy – “the eternal boy is very worried about you and you know that this affected the weather as well.”
“He is worried? The poor boy!” James remarked mockingly, receiving an askance look from the both females.
“As soon as the day breaks he will come to your rescue and…”
“Thanks for the news!” Hook grinned, earning a second ‘duh’-gaze from the girl and the fairy and rolled his eyes.
“… and if it comes to a fight this morning between Pan and you, Captain, we all take the great risk that anything and everyone will be lost in the whirlpool of events”, the fairy-queen continued, ignoring the snort of the tall man.
“If you think that I will let slip a chance by to get this little pest, then…”
“You are on the threshold to your own future and it will come the moment you have to choose between hate and love.”
Hook folded his arms before his chest. “Do you really believe I could ever stop to hate this brat?”
The fairy-queen lifted one brow. “No. This will not possible. But maybe another emotion will be stronger than your hate. If not…” She paused and turned away from him, not willingly to say more.
The pirate-captain shook his head. “This is more than confusing. That you have to admit, Her Majesty!”
“More I cannot tell. You have to let find fate its own way.”
“And why you are here then and disturbing us with this nonsense of…”
A glare shine exploded from the tiny body of the fairy-queen as she looked at him with blazing eyes, while the pressure in his head went stronger. “That is easy, mortal fool! Because of your arrogance and blindness you have to be shoved on the right way. Normally I wouldn’t care if a mortal will get the fate that’s lays ahead for him or not! But in your case too many other lives are depending on it and because of your stubbornness it is up to me now to adjust your head!”
Hook starred at the angry fairy for almost 10 seconds and didn’t know what to answer. That this insect with a human body not only dared to intrude in his quarters, no, it dared to insult him in his own four walls! That was…
“James, do you really want to fight against Peter, a BOY, in front of Blackbeard? What do you think he will think of it? You, a powerful, dangerous man against a child! And nevertheless I would be in the middle of all.” Wendy softly cut in, tamed one time more his inner devil
The buccaneer swore under his breath as he had to assess an eventually victory over Pan or Wendy in the danger of facing a strange, surely horny pirate-gang including their crazy captain. The mere thought of the girl get harmed shoved a fist into his body to switch his stomach and with a frustrated sigh he gave in.
“For all I care”, he hissed to the fairy-queen, “then intercept the brat and hold him away from me. But if he dared to come nearer as one sea-mile I swear I will blow him straight to his creator!”
The fairy nodded and waved Wendy to follow her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Hook intervened and wrapped one arm around Wendy’s shoulders.
The fairy-queen looked up to the ceiling as she would beg the Higher Beings for help and pinged back to the pirate-captain. “I’ll take her with me.”
Resolute Hook shook his head. “Out of question! I don’t let her fly with you through this dark fog to…”
“Do you really think the old eyes and arms of your friend are better to take her save back to the island as my magic?” the fairy asked petty.
“Which friend?” James retorted bewildered.
“The old man with the glasses before his eyes and the white beard.”
Hook blinked several times and started to laugh. “Smee? He is my boatswain and maybe my confidant, but not my friend.”
The fairy glared a longer time at him until he couldn’t stand her gaze any longer and looked away.
“You are blind in your pride, James Hook! Blind and because of this you are alone!” the fairy stated firmly. “Don’t let your last chance pass by and loose the only one who will be able to open your eyes and to save you from loneness!” She pointed at Wendy.
James tightened his grip around the shoulders of his young lover, pressing her to him, but before he could say something the fairy-queen waved again.
“Come! It is time!”
“Don’t give her orders!” James snapped and Wendy rolled her eyes.
“Just have a look. Do you really think that you are the only one who has a right to give orders?” she joshed him.
“On my own ship? Of course!” he mumbled. “And by the way: it is far too early for you to leave. There is enough time before…”
The fairy-queen started to giggle. “Have I interrupted something import at my arrival? Something that you want to continue?”
Wendy blushed and Hook grumbled something the both females couldn’t right understand.
The fairy nodded to the windows. “Come! I’ll take you to Peter’s home.”
Wendy sighed and wanted to fallow her as James held her back.
“Just a moment!”
Temporizing she waited for him to continue.
“Two things have to be make clear. First: you will stay at the boy’s hide-out during the day. Blackbeard’s men will go ashore and I don’t want them to catch you! Promise me that you will be careful!”
Wendy saw the worry in his eyes and felt a sudden tenderness for him. It was almost unbelievable that the very same man, who once had sent her personally over the plank to kill her, was now more worried about her safety as for his own and that they both shared such an incredible passion. And to her own surprise she didn’t like the thought to leave the ship now – to leave him, even if it wouldn’t be for long. She had relished the last two nights and the day in his presence, whether they had talked or had made love to each other. Every moment with him had been wonderful.
“I promise!” she whispered, kissing him softly.
“And the second thing is…” His gaze found the fairy and he made a face. “Her Majesty, would thy have the great kindness and would thy wait OUTSIDE as long as I say good by to my girl?”
The tiny creature laughed cordially and flew to the window, opened it with a strength you would never search in her and left the quarter. The thin light outside showed that she really waited in the next nearness.
Wendy looked after her and chuckled slightly. “I have never met someone who could be so irritated and polite at the same time as you, my dear Captain!”
James only growled. “What I have to say is nothing for the gossip of Neverland!”
She grinned. “And what do you have to say?”
He pulled her flush at his body and whispered. “Don’t you dare to let me wait too long this evening before you show your sweet butt up here!”
Wendy’s eyes widened. “What? What make you thinking I will return tonight only that you can have your way again with me and…”
He clamped his mouth over hers, shoved his tongue deep into her moist cavern and tasted her, as he had never kissed her before. Wendy could only cling to him, feeling dizzy and absolutely ready to return to bed with him this very instant, as he gave her lips free after what seemed to be an eternity.
He took in her flushed face and in her glassy eyes and started to grin. “This makes me thinking you will be eager to return!”
Wendy threw her head in the neck. “Oh, James Hook! You are the most overweening, arrogantly and autocratically man I ever met!”
He laughed silently. “And you love it!” Before she could answer he captured her lips again with his’ and kissed her until she was out of breath. He rested his forehead at hers and looked deeply in her eyes.
“Promise me you will come tonight!” he whispered, massaging her back down to her butt, what let dance the fire-sparks under her skin even more. “Promise!”
She hesitated a moment. Yes, she would love to return tonight, but…
“I have to be careful, James. After you have kidnapped me now the third time Peter will be more than alert as soon as I want to leave the hide-out. And John is even worse than him. He…”
“The boys have to sleep – even Pan and your overprotective brother. And then your way is free. Besides”, he nipped at her throat what sent a shiver through her whole body, “it wouldn’t be the first time you steal away to come to me!”
Wendy bit her lips, still swollen from his hungry kisses. “I had worried about your safety. I thought you still in the grotto and just wanted to know if you had made it back to the ship. And now…”
He kissed her nose. “And now you have to make sure if I am still alive, because you are convinced that Blackbeard is almost too dangerous. By the way: this didn’t sound if you have any trust in my abilities!”
She blinked and have to chuckle as she saw his pouting face. “Oh! Poor boy! He is so brave and clever and…”
“Don’t compare me to these little rats!” he grumbled.
Wendy shook her head. “For the last time, James Hook: my brothers are no rats, as well as I am not a wildcat!”
He grinned. “Yes, you are. Just have a look on my affected back!”
She lifted her hand and stroke through his hair as would she stroke a puppy. “My poor, poor James”, she teased him with soft mockery.
“Don’t razz me, girl!” he growled. “Otherwise I will give you a souvenir, too, but one of what you will think the whole day!”
Wendy grinned. “If you mean another hickey, then I have to my regret to tell you ‘no’, because this track would be visible in opposite of yours and…”
He pressed her wildly against him and attacked her throat with his mouth. She took a sharp breath as her body answered to this assault with a tempestuousness that made her weak in the knees. She felt his teeth teasing her sensual skin, before he gently bit her, licking and sucking at the sensitive spot until she thought she couldn’t stand the reawakened longing any longer.
“Please, James, stop!” she moaned silently. “Please or I will loose it!”
Chuckling he lifted his head; his blue eyes dark with passion and mischief. “This was my intention, my sweet beauty!”
With trembling hands she cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to her, searching his mouth with hers, while she wriggled closer to him.
Grinning he only gave her a quick kiss and stepped back. Her face wasn’t affordable even with gold.
“What…?” she began bewildered and irritated in one.
Suggestively he lifted one brow, smirked seductively and cocked his head. “You want to come back to bed with me?” His voice was a smooth, dark purr, made every fiber of body and whole being tingling.
“Yes!” she whispered and even didn’t mind her behavior, as she followed him, wrapping her arms around him. All angels of heaven should succor her but she needed him just right now. She wanted to feel his warm, smooth skin beneath her fingers; his softly curls to cover her and his lips bestowing her with wild and sweet kisses while he was deep in her.
Hook took in her hungry eyes and laughed silently. “Very good!” he stated, stroking over her back and pushed her softly away from him to the windows. “Now I am sure that you will come in the evening.”
She whirled around to him, her eyes wide as saucers. “Don’t you dare to let me down now!”
He chuckled. “Sweetheart, this is only a little taste of what you have done to me after you left me so rude the first day we met again.”
“Oh, YOU!” With one step she was in front of him, gripped his neck and pulled his face down to her. She kissed him with a passion that even him surprised, though he had learned of her fire the last days. She massaged his lips open and conquered his mouth like he had done it so many times before. And then the little, bolt devil inside of her, who was ‘Red-handed Jill’, let her stroke with one hand over his chest down to his breeches and squeezed him gently, elicited a groan from him. And as she fondled him through the velvet she felt him hardening.
Satisfied she stepped back. She wouldn’t be the only one who would yearn for fulfillment the whole day!
James looked at her with glowing eyes. His whole body was on fire; his blood seemed to have changed into magma. “Alright!” he whispered hoarsely. “You have won!”
He reached for her but Wendy evaded him and went with swaying hips to the windows, feeling his piercing gaze in her back.
“Where are you going?” he asked perplex.
Careful Wendy climbed on the windowsill, where the fairy-queen was already waiting for her; the tiny face was full of amusement and laughter.
“I am sorry, James”, Wendy pretended to be very sorry, “but the mighty, great captain of this ship whished for my promptly departure because of the odd guest he has invited.”
Hook could only stare at her and realized suddenly that she was up to fly back to Neverland.
“Come back here, girl! NOW!”
Wendy flashed him a sweet smile. “Until this evening, James!”
He started to close the distance to her with long steps. “Don’t you dare…”
The girl laughed impishly. “Two can play this game!” She blew him a hand-kiss, while the golden fairy-dust trickled down on her. She didn’t need a special thought. The memories of the last two nights and the last day were enough to let her soaring in the air.
Hook had reached the windows and gazed up to his young lover and her magical companion. In the now rapidly rising sunrays she looked like an angel, even without her silky white nightgown and his lust mingled with the sudden longing to just hold her close. But she was out of his reach now, smiling to him with high spirits and joy.
“Just take care that she will reach the burrow of this damn boy safe or I will yank out every wing of you!” he impended the tiny fairy-queen, who just rolled her eyes, said something in her now normally fairy-language and waved Wendy to fallow her.
“Until then! And be strong. You only have to wait for several hours.” the girl greeted him, starting to giggle as he growled:
“Be sure of one thing, vixen: when I am done with you the coming night you will be unable to move even the little finger!”
Wendy laughed. “Take a cold bath, honey. I’ve heard that this should help to cool down!”
His menacing glare was enough to let her send him a second hand-kiss, then she followed the fairy-queen, whose bell-laughter was clear to hear.
James looked after the young girl and tried to ignore his throbbing length. Damn this little witch to hell. She really had managed to turn the tables. He had planned to make sure that she would longed this much for him that she would take the first chance in the evening to return to him. And what had she done? She had fondled his most valuable part in a way that made him wanting to lift her on the table and to take her until she knew what it meant to challenge him.
“I will you get for this, Wendy Darling!” he whispered, rubbing his face and cursing vehemently as he recognized that her teasingly tip was really his only chance to welcome Teach in a controlled decent way: he had to take a cold bath. Again!
“This screams for revenge, wench! Be sure of it!”
Grumbling he strode to the door and bellowed for Smee.

In the distance Wendy meant to hear his voice, screaming for the old boatswain and exchanged an amused look with the fairy-queen. She knew what would await her in the coming night and this prospect was enough to let giggle: “Wendy, you have gone completely insane!”
The magical creature at her side laughed again, giving her a waggishly look.
One last time the girl saw back and recognized the sloop near the Jolly Roger. It had to be an imagination but the smaller ship seemed to be more darker – almost as if the it was surrounded with a sinister aura that she hadn’t even seen at the Jolly Roger during her first stay in Neverland. James’ great galleon had ever represented power and elegance as well as danger and – even in the beginning – a forbidden adventure. But never she had felt this cold, loathing shiver that ran now down her spine.
No! This sloop was a threat to all of them without exception and she prayed that James would be careful enough to let not down his guard around this dangerous man, who was widely known Blackbeard.

TBC…
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