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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 13 – Secrets

It was later that evening as Blackbeard decided that he had had “…nufff to drrrinkh a… and to eeeat … uurp” as he slurred and bellowed for Roberts to help him over “t’is devilisssh rockin’ pla… plank”.
Hook looked after him and grinned. He had drunk as well, but hadn’t consumed the amount of rum and wine as his guest. And in one lucid moment, he had to ask himself how it was possible that someone could drink so much and still live. More than a little bit unsteady, he went to bed and soon realized that Smee had come into the cabin to help him undress.
“T’e table hash to be cleeeeaned!” James mumbled as he gazed unfocused at his tables.
Tables?
“Look!” he chuckled. “I’ve two tablesh!”
Smee rolled his eyes and helped his commander out of the waistcoat. The frock coat lay somewhere between the desk and the overturned globe. “Aye, Sir, but only for this evening!”
Hook giggled and pointed to the chairs, “An… and maaaaany, many shairs!”
The old Irishman nodded staunchly. “Aye, Sir, and many, many chairs!” He helped pull off his shirt and harness, and Hook let himself fall onto the mattress. While Smee pulled at his boots, James looked at the ceiling, grinning. “Do ye know t’at t’ere are toooooo many nails?”
Smee stood up, holding both boots in his hand, and started to laugh. “T’is was t’e first time you spoke in a proper pirate-language, Cap’n.”
Hook sniggered again. “Aaaaall for ye, ol’ lad!”
The boatswain shook his head, amused, covered his commander with a blanket, and began to straighten the chaos. The both captains had had their own party, of that there was no doubt. It took him almost an hour – with help from Cookson – to clear the table and to sweep out the shards of Peter’s visit in the morning. When finished, he opened the windows and tiptoed out of the quarters, closing the door silently behind him. Hook was fast asleep and snored as if sawing down all the trees of Neverland.
Wendy found him like this two hours later as she slipped into the cabin by the window. She had a small bag with her, wearing it at her belt. Inside was fairy-dust – a little present of the fairy-queen, who had crossed her path as she crept out of Peter’s hide-out and took the skies to fly to the Jolly Roger. She didn’t know why the magical creature was helping her with her liaison, but she didn’t dare to ask, for fear of offending Her Majesty.
The girl looked over to the figure in the bed, just visible by the full moon. She had taken great care as she approached the Jolly Roger so as not to be seen by Blackbeard’s crew, and had reached the mighty galleon without anyone spotting her. With a quick smile, she went to the bed and looked on her forbidden lover.
He looked peaceful and innocent, very like a little boy, and she had to chuckle as she imagined his reaction had she dared to speak her thoughts to him. She bent over him and realized that he really was deeply asleep – and must have drunk quite a lot. She could smell the rum, but it didn’t repel her. Aside from the alcohol, his scent was still clean and familiar.
With a soft smile, she shook her head as she watched him a long moment. She had anticipated that his guest and he would not only look at glasses, but would use them. Grinning she whispered: “What had helped more? The cold bath or the rum?”
No reaction.
She sighed. (With the faint echo of Aunt Millicent in her head) she realized that the sensible thing to do would be to return to Peter’s hide-out and to let James sleep it off. But the longing to be near him -- to possibly experience a delicious hour of lovemaking when he awoke -- was too strong.
There was simply no other choice. ‘You have abandoned your senses, Wendy!’ she thought to herself. She slipped out of her boots, breeches and the shirt, laying the clothes beside the bed, and carefully hiding the little sack under them. She then lifted the blanket to slip beneath it, cuddling against Hook and laying her head on his shoulder. For a moment, he shifted and then grumbled something, then wrapped his arm around her, and went still again.
Wendy smiled and looked at ‘her’ captain. His warm breath stroked her skin, and she could smell the alcohol again. Of course, the whole day had to end in drunken stupor. After all, he was still a pirate! He mumbled something unintelligible and Wendy had to giggle. His answer was a low groan, and she saw into one eye open. It was glassy and bloodshot, and then the second eye opened. “Hello!” she greeted softly.
He looked for several seconds at her and grumbled something that sounded like “You’ve come.” But she wasn’t sure if she had understood him correctly. “Aye! I’m here,” she answered gently. He pulled her closer to him and moaned something about “too tired” and “hold me”.
Laughing quietly, she wrapped her arms and one leg around him, relishing his warm skin and remarked: “You will have the mother of all hangovers tomorrow.”
A grin spread over his face. “You should shee t’e uddr guy!” he managed. At least, that’s what it sounded like, and Wendy had to laugh. “Don’ laugh!” he winced. “O’ me ‘ead will eshplode.”
“And we could not let this happen!” she whispered and fondled his curly pate. “Mmm!” came the reply like a purr. He closed his eyes and took a deep sigh. “Sleep well!” she murmured and kissed his nose. Again his answer was indefinable, and he fell asleep again. “Good night!” she whispered and drifted as well into the warm, secure domain of Morpheus.

Wendy awoke so early the next morning that the sun had not yet sent its searching rays out in the east. But she wasn’t thinking about the sun in this moment because her whole body was taking fire. She could feel James’ warm, strong hand roaming over her skin, teasing her breasts while he kissed her most sensitive area. Heat exploded in her and she lifted her head, looking down on the black mane and the self-indulgent face between her legs. His tongue darted out and Wendy thought she surely had to die. Closing her eyes, she let out a moan. Sinking back into the pillows, she pressed one delicate hand on her mouth to stifle a scream as he blessed her over and over again with feverish kisses, sucking and licking; making her wild. It didn’t last very long until she climaxed boisterously, holding his head in place, and rode in the waves of the mighty pleasure that had overtook her.
As perception returned, she looked into the forget-me-not-blue eyes above her, now slightly red, flashing a dangerous and demanding gleam, before he took possession of her mouth. She tasted herself, the rest of the rum, and him. It was delightful, decadent, and interdicting, shocking the decent part and thrilling the cocky part in her simultaneously.
Giving in to her desire, she weakly wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. Their tongues dueled, and, driven by an ancient instinct, she slipped one leg around him, bucking and wriggling along his stone hard member. She longed to feel him in her. She had yearned for it the whole day, and now she couldn’t wait to feel him in this way again.
James lifted his head and gazed down on his highly aroused lover, who looked with desire and adoration up to him. “You naughty girl!” he whispered, while he shifted, turned her on the side and slipped behind her. “To sneak out on your friends, to be in the arms of the enemy!” he murmured huskily in her ear while he entered her from behind, elicited a loud moan from her. He felt her wet, hot channel tighten around him and a new inferno roared through his veins, dispelling a good portion of the remains of the alcoholic haze.
He set a slow rhythm and held her in an iron grip, keeping her from making another move except those matching his strokes. Wendy felt completely helpless in the strong arms, while she felt him inside her in a whole new way. This excited her beyond anything else. She felt the pressure in her womb building more and more, and tried to quicken his pace, but he held her even tighter and tortured her with the slow way he moved in her. “Please!” she begged him hoarsely and heard him chuckle.
“No, my sweet. You will bear it and will think twice before you challenge me like you did the other morning, and disappointing me again.”
“You wanted me to go!” she responded, groaning as he stopped his movements.
“Not after your last caresses,” he growled.
She stroked her hand over his hand and his stump. “James, please!” she begged and sighed as he started to move again – slowly and steady. It was a sweet torture and she wanted nothing more than to release the fire that was now building in her. Almost desperately, she squeezed him, heard him moan and did it again.
“Vixen!” he breathed at her ear. “Do you really want me to lose control?”
It was almost a threat, and she didn’t know which devil rode her as she whispered a fiery “Yes!”
That did it. His controlled passion and desire was now released, and he drove into her with greater and greater speed, taking her fiercely while he pressed her small bottom at his hips and bit softly into her throat. Wendy couldn’t bear it anymore. Whimpering, she surrendered completely to him, not knowing that he had given into his longing for her whole being as well. As they both climaxed, each screaming the name of the other, something linked them together and wove a net around them that was invisible, but definitely perceptible. The net was warm and safe, in its heart was security and peace.
James burrowed his face in the thick hair of his girl, cradled her soft petite body against him and tried to catch his breath. Never before he had felt this whole. “You’re mine!” he whispered, spooning closer to her small damp back, while listening to the outside. His crew was already used to the noised out of their captain’s quarter, but the men on the other ship--? Everything kept quiet and he sighed with relief. He didn’t worry, if Blackbeard maybe could have heard the high scream of the girl – he simply was too drunk – but what about the crew of the Revenge? He hoped that they were all fast asleep. And even if not – he couldn’t change it anymore.
Wendy had her eyes closed, and her heart soared, still in the grasp of the aftermath. His hot words rang in her ears and thrilled her again. With a deep sigh, she nestled in his arms and legs, which almost enveloped her. She swallowed and smiled: “This is definitely the best way to wake up early in the morning,” she mumbled, and felt the laughter rumbling in his chest.
“Perhaps I might perform this service more often!”
She giggled and softly stroked his arms. She remembered what he had said at the beginning of his assaults and said warmly, “James, in one thing you’re wrong.”
His lips grazed over her cheek, his beard tickled her the slightest bit. “And how might this be?”
“You’re not the enemy anymore. Not for me!” was the soft reply.
Joy bloomed like a morning glory in his not-so-black heart, and he hugged her even tighter into his body. He was still deep inside her, and to feel all of her in this peaceful way, together with her words, gave him more happiness than he had ever thought possible. “You are a wonder, Wendy Darling.”
She chuckled silently. “As are you. I thought you would wake with the granddaddy of hangovers, but in truth, you are strong enough to take me for a wild ride!.”
A teasing laugh escaped his throat. “Didn’t you know that this is the best way to cure a hangover?”
She snorted. “No! But after all I have learned from you these last few days, it didn’t surprise me overmuch.” She turned her head. “You’re corrupting me!”
Again he kissed her tenderly. “No, my sweet. This would be impossible even for me. You are far too good-hearted to be really corrupted.”
A genuine smile played around her passion-full lips. “And welcome back, Prince Charming!” He laughed out and kissed her again. With widening eyes she felt him hardening again. “James!” she whispered. “You are insatiable!”
“Only for you!” he murmured back and started to move in her. “Only for you!”

‘You are really developing into a master of sneaking and secrets!’ Wendy thought to herself as she left the Jolly Roger, leaving James Hook behind, once again deeply asleep. The sun was nearly up, and she wanted to return to Peter’s hide-out before anyone awoke. She made it in time, slipping through the hidden entrance, and tiptoeing to her bed. She let herself fall down on it like a stone.
Where did this man get his strength and stamina, even after a drinking session? Heavens, he had ravished her four times before sleep overpowered him and she was almost unable to move – exactly as he had promised. She felt tired and sore, but in a good, satisfying way. Between the all-consuming passions, they had talked, and James had told her of Peter’s ‘visit’ and Blackbeard’s offer to make the next raid together. If only he could be sure that he was able to leave Neverland by following Teach’s ship! If someone could tell him how to leave for good!
And during this talk, Wendy had gotten an idea – so simple that she asked herself why she hadn’t thought of it earlier: If someone knew which kind of link it was that bound James and his men to the magical island, then that someone would be a wise magical creature as the mermaids and … the fairy-queen! The girl had said nothing about her thoughts, so as not to awaken false hope, but purposed in herself to talk to the queen as soon as possible. She had hoped to meet the queen during her flight back to Peter’s hide-out, but this time the tiny creature didn’t show herself.
All right, then Wendy had to search for her. And this could be a problem, because her brothers and friends didn’t let her out of sight. Not after Hook had kidnapped her the third time. She had to think of a trick to part herself from them and search for the fairy-queen. She rubbed her face and felt the damp hair in her neck. Of course, she was sweaty and--
“Awake already?” came the cheerful but quiet voice from one side, and she met Peter’s gaze.
“Yes. It is so warm and I want to take a bath.”
The boy only nodded. “I’ll come with you!”
She sat up and looked at him. “Peter! You know that it isn’t right to--”
“Calm down!” he grinned. “I’ll turn around while you undress and get in the water.”
She shook her head and sighed in surrender. This boy was impossible, and if she hadn’t liked him so much, she would surely lose her patience with him. But one look into his innocent, handsome and joyous face was enough to quiet her over and over again. Yes, she was angry with him that he didn’t listen to her yesterday, and took the great risk by ‘visiting’ both pirate-captains, but she couldn’t stay irritated for long.
And then she realized her chosen words -- ‘like’ and not ‘love’. She searched deep into herself. Yes, there was the familiar warmth and affection for the boy, but it felt different. It was almost like the affection she felt for her brothers, and not like the love of a friend. Suddenly it hit her. Yes, she still loved Peter as she always had, but it was the love of a girl and not of a woman. And why did she think that she knew how the love of a woman felt?
“Hey!” Peter waved before her eyes. “Is someone at home?”
Wendy startled slightly and looked up. “Sorry!” she grimaced. “Still a little bit groggy.”
The eternal boy grinned. “You really looked like someone who has not slept the whole night. Almost like the Indians after one of their all-night celebrations, you know, all that dancing and singing.”
A hot blush rushed to her face. You could say that she had ‘danced’ – danced in the eye of a tornado or on the crater of a volcano, both apt descriptions of the lovemaking of that man! “I … I had some odd dreams!” she told him, and Peter chuckled.
“Yes. That’s obvious.” He took her hand. “Come on, bath-time. If we hurry, we’ll be back before the other ones awake.”
Wendy stopped him. “What do you think of a trip to the great waterfalls with the whole gang after breakfast? We could swim, have a picnic…”
Peter’s face beamed with excitement. “That sounds good!” Then he lowered his head. “But what about the pirates? Hook must be more than irritated that you escaped him again and…”
“At the moment, he’s being visited by a ‘colleague’. I think just now he has other things in mind than revenge.”
The eternal boy nodded. “All right. Then we’ll go swimming after breakfast.” Before she could react he whirled around, shouting “Lost boys, woke up!” Low groans and grumbling sounded through the hide-out. Wendy had to giggle as Peter soared in the air and demanded that his friends wake up and say ‘hello’ to the new day. The girl shook her head again. This boy wasn’t one to hold back if a decision was made!

The warm sun shone through the branches and tanned the boys, who frolicked through the cool water, splashing and hunting each other with childish joy and carelessness. Tinker Bell made a short trip to both pirate-ships, and reported that both captains were laid up in bed with hangovers, and that the crews were busy with each other. So the way was free and safe for a full day of playing.
Wendy lay dozing in the sun. She had undone her boots, rolled up her breeches as far as possible, as well as the sleeves of her shirt, and relished the peace. As cold water was sprinkled over her face she bolted up, only to see a laughing Peter Pan returning to the water. “I’ll get you for that later!” she responded, laughing, and lay back again. With one ear she listened to the noisy children and hoped that she would hear the soft chiming of the fairy-queen from somewhere.
Suddenly she saw Tink flying to the bushes nearby, diving in and bowing slightly. Could it be that…? Wendy sat slowly up and blinked into the midday-sun in her direction. The sunbeams glistened through the leaves, and the girl blinked her sun-dazzled eyes. There – bathing in the golden glow of Neverland’s sun – she saw the white- and silver-clad creature, which had helped her so often these last days.
The visitor appeared to give Tink a message, and Peter’s magical companion was atypically calm. It seemed that even Tinker Bell respected the ancient, wise queen. Wendy glanced back at the boys – they were all playing something that looked like a mixture of water polo (with a coconut) and tag – and she knew that it was now or never.
She slowly stood up, took her boots and went to the nearby bushes. Her heart pounded in her ears while she slipped into her boots behind the bush; her gaze never leaving her brothers and friends. Then she hastened through the ferns, saw the track of the fairy-queen and went faster.
Wendy followed the glistening shimmer through the jungle, not realizing how deep she went as she concentrated on not losing the track of the fairy-queen. She didn’t dare to call out for her aloud, worried that Peter or her brother would hear her if she called out too close to the waterfalls.
Suddenly, she saw the tiny fairy stopping and turning into her direction. “Your Majesty,” she said politely and closed the distance between herself and the fairy, making a curtsy. “Please excuse my presence, but--”
The gentle pressure again came to her head, and she could understand the soft voice of the fairy-queen very clearly again. “I knew it was you who followed me. And I know also the reason.” Wendy looked at her with pounding heart and saw the gentle insight on the tiny, beautiful face. “It is up to him, if he would find peace and freedom.”
The girl blinked, uncomprehending. “What do you mean by this? I thought he was linked to the island, but how? What we have to do to break this link?”
The fairy-queen grew very serious. “This I cannot tell you in detail. I gave away a part of this connection last morning as I came to the ship to fetch you. But more I cannot really do for him – or you.”
Wendy bit her lip. “You mean the part where he has to decide for hate or for love? Has it something to do with his resentment and hate for Peter? Does that hold him to Neverland?” The gentle nod of the magical creature told her that she had hit the nail on its head. “Oh my God!” she murmured. “As long as his hate is that strong he will not able to leave the island!?”
“You are wiser than your years,” came the response after a longer moment of silence.
Wendy rubbed her eyes. “How? How is it possible?”
“There are several secrets which no human is to know!” The voice of the lady was still soft, but firm. “And it is well that he does not know the reason for his connection to the island. Otherwise, he would try to tame this hate, but for the wrong reason. He must find a way by his own will, by his own heart.”
“And you think that--” A snap behind her silenced their words. She exchanged a short look with the fairy-queen, then looked around her. There was it again: a noise like someone cleaving a way through the jungle.
The fairy waved, telling her to hide, and shot up into the air. Wendy retreated around one of the larger trees, trying to hide, and saw movement between the brake and ferns. Male voices talked together in a rough accent, which she now recognized: pirates!
At first, she thought she recognized Billy Jukes’ voice, but soon it was clear it was not he. She felt her stomach knot as she realized she didn’t know any of the voices. Could these men be--?
Her brief hesitation allowed the strangers to see her. Three men stopped and stared wide-eyed at the beautiful young girl, when one found his voice again. “Aye, mates. T’is island is full of surprises!”
“I t’ought t’at here only boys and birds are living, but a birdie as well…?” the second grinned.
Wendy shied away, as four more brutes came through the verdure.
James’ pirates never wore the best clothes, and weren’t very clean, but Hook’s crew looked like bankers next to these brigands. Most were unbelievably filthy, and all of them had disfiguring scars on face and arms. They were armed to the teeth, and only the pirate who had first spoken looked different. His blonde hair was bound at the neck and he was, in his own way, seedily handsome, even with the thin scar on his left cheek. He also wore better quality, and Wendy thought that he might be one of the officers. But he looked at her with a cupidity, a greediness, a grin that made her feel sick.
“G – gentlemen.”
Her attempt at a polite greeting earned her roaring laughter from the pirates. The blonde approached her, reaching for her face. “We’re all gentlemen, birdie, and we’re all very lonely!” The lust in his eyes frightened her in her way she’d never had felt before.
The second pirate stepped beside her and stroke her hair. “T’is lass is more nice t’an t’is chicken in Nassau, eh?”
She struck his hand away and sent him a flashing gaze. “Don’t touch me!”
Again the buccaneers laughed. “Look. She wants to tussle wit’ us!” one of them said.
“Maybe she likes it more t’is way!” another one chuckled.
The ‘officer’ tried to take her in his arms. “C’mere, beauty. I t’ink wit’ me you’ll have the best of all.”
She slapped him so hard her palm burned, but this was nothing compared to the anger that heated her blood. “Stay back!” she hissed.
The grinning face of the pirate changed to that of annoyance. “Bitch!” he growled and showed her his fist. “One more time and you’ll get one back! And now come here!”
He reached for her again, and without thinking, Wendy’s hand shot forward, gripped his cutlass and tore it out of his sash with one movement, its point at his throat. “And I say: Back off!”
For a moment, the pirates were silent, then the rest bellowed with laughter. Her assailant’s face darkened, but before he could reply, another voice sounded to them: “Is t’ere a problem, boys?” The voice was deep, rough, speaking with the accent of the south-west of England.
Instantly Wendy knew who it was, and went cold with fear. No! She didn’t want to meet him. Ever! She made a quick move toward the ‘officer’, and as he jumped side, she turned to run. She didn’t make it. Strong hands gripped her, then a brawny arm was wrapped around her while coarse fingers clamped down on her right wrist, forcing her hand downward it until she let the cutlass fall.
“I t’ink I’ll ‘ave to tame you!” came the whisper of the ‘officer’ at her ear. She threw her head back, as she had done earlier with Albino. But her captor was too clever and dodged his head at side. “Wench! Last warning! Be quiet or I’ll make you very uncomfortable!”
Wendy didn’t listen to him anymore. Her gaze was fixed on the newcomer, who broke through the ferns and stopped for a moment; surprise filling his sun-darkened face, framed with shoulder length black, tarnished hair.
Blackbeard was even taller than she had imagined him, but his beard looked exactly as the stories said: it was thick, and reached to his chest. His hair was black as the night, but lacked the resplendence of James’ curly mane. Many braids were plaited into it, fixed with red loops which matched his line overcoat. He wore simpler clothes than Hook, but they were clean and well cared for. In his sash, she saw two small and one larger pistol, as well as a dagger. A mighty cutlass hung at his side.
But it was his eyes that terrified her. They were small and dark as coals, glistening in an odd, dangerous, unsteady way. The calm gaze she knew from James was missing. Wendy’s mouth had gone very dry by now, and with rising fear she looked at him, as he started forward again, and walked straight to her. Only inches from her, he stopped and appraised her. The girl could smell smoke, alcohol and something else on him that she couldn’t identify.
“What young lady do we have here?” he asked no-one, lifting his hand, touching her cheek. Wendy tried to evade the gesture, but Blackbeard gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “I give you the good tip not to ignore me, lass!” he growled. “Or could it be that you don’t know who am I?”
The girl tried to collect her tattered courage and control her voice, and answered: “Of course I know who you are, Captain Teach!”
Several of the pirates grinned, while Blackbeard lifted one brow. “Very nice. Most would use my nickname.”
“I thought ‘warrior-name’ would come closer. As nickname I would call you otherwise!” Wendy moaned inwardly. Dammit! She should watch her tongue more carefully. This wasn’t James Hook, who loved a good verbal fight, but Blackbeard! -- a man no humor nor mercy, far more cruel than her James had ever been. And why did she suddenly think of ‘her’ James?
Blackbeard moistened his lips and chuckled in a low voice. “Not only pretty, but brave as well. I think I have the honor to meet-- Wendy? Is that right?”
“How do you know my name?” she asked, hearing through her anger how much her voice had gone hoarse.
“A little bird with leaves told me about you.” He cocked his head. “The boy was right -- you are quite pretty!”
“I believe the formal answer would now be ‘thank you’.”
The pirates again started to laugh, and Blackbeard grinned widely. “She has wits.” He bent down and examined her very thoughtfully. “James must be blind to speak of a ‘little girl’.” His thumb stroked her bottom lip, and Wendy had to restrain herself from biting him. He saw it in her eyes and sneered, “And a wildcat as well – quite fitting to this boy!”
Wendy didn’t answer, and prayed that perhaps James was on the island as well and would come – or Peter would find her. Damn it to hell! Why hadn’t she stayed with the boys? ‘To help James finding a way out from here’ was the easy answer.
“Do you know that he ruined my best weapon-sash? And that he bested me in front of Jas?” Blackbeard’s voice had descended to a malignant whisper. “I don’t let something like this slip through!” His index finger touched her cheek and wandered over her nose to the other side of her face. “You are his girl-friend, eh? Don’t you think that he’s a bit too young for you?”
“That’s none of your business,” Wendy hissed back, forcing herself to look into his eyes. God, they were cold as ice, but burned with a strange fever.
“I think the opposite is the case. How old are you?”
“This a gentleman never asks!”
His grip around her chin went stronger until it hurt. “But I’m not a gentleman,” he answered sharply. “And it would be better for you to answer my question. But if you like, I have another way to persuade you!” He gripped her shirt and ripped it open.
Wendy screamed – terrified and outraged at the same time, kicking instinctively at him. His retort was a slap so hard that she saw stars for a moment, and her head rang. As through fog, she heard the whistles and comments of the buccaneers and as her sight was clearing, she saw the open gazes of the pirates around her.
“I think she’s old enough for us!” Teach called and his men cheered. He looked at her again. “You’ve unusual eyes, birdie. Blue and grey like a dove. I think I’ll call you that: Pigeon. What do you say?”
Her whole head ached because of the slap, but it had driven out most of her fear and reawakened her temper. “Go to hell!”
The pirate who held her, tightened his grip. “I’ll give you bit of advice: Don’t dare the captain too much!”
Blackbeard lifted one hand. “Silence, Jack. The girl has courage – more as the most ‘men’ I’ve met during our raids.” He looked down at her exposed bosom, took in her crimson face and tugged the front of her shirt closed. “I’ll make you an offer, sweetheart: You’ll have a nice, comfortable cabin on a well-done ship – mine! – and will be indulged with nice dresses and jewellery. For that I only want two t’ings: a good lay – with your temper a sure thing – and the position of the boy’s hide-out. What do ye t’ink?”
Wendy felt ice in her veins. The mere thought of bedding this sinister, brutal, smelly, disgusting man was enough to inspire the urge to throw-up. Besides: NEVER would she let any man come near her like James! And to give away Peter’s hide-out was out of question! Even James had realized that. But she knew she had only two choices: to agree or to be slapped again and raped. Or-- A trick. Did not every man say that women were false? All right, so be it.
She brought her breathing under control, and tried to relax; yes, she even planted a smile on her face and gave Blackbeard an appraising look. His hard face now sported a smile, and as she pursed her lips and batted her eyes, he made a sign to the man Jack to let her go. Grinning, he her took her shoulders in his big hands. “I knew that t’at would convince you. You’re far too beautiful to run in men’s clothes through a jungle and to play ‘mother’ with a small boy!” He pulled her closer, while Wendy gazed in his eyes, never allowing her smile to falter.
And then she tore one of his pistols out of his sash, cocked it and raised the weapon. “Hands up!” she shouted, her normally gentle face went hard with fury. She heard the other pirates gasping and then the swish behind her. Like a flash she ducked and evaded Jack’s strike, causing him to hit his commander.
“Sorry, Sir!” he stammered and earned a slap back.
“Idiot! Open your eyes!”
Wendy used the moment, allowing herself to fall down, and rolled away. Two of the other pirates bent down to get her, but she kicked one where it hurt the most and hit the other one with the pistol on the shin. Blackbeard, now furious, roared and was after her in a shot.
Suddenly, the air was full of impossible voices and golden light. Several fairies seemingly came from nowhere, attacking the pirates without hesitation. Unlikely as it seemed, the tiny creatures could seriously harass the men. Wendy looked around and sighed in relief. Her gaze found the fairy-queen, who was pulling Jack by his hair, and wildly yanked his head back, dumping him onto the turf. Other fairies tore at the pirates’ clothes, pulled their hair, pinched their noses and ears or hit where ever they could. A small ringing was beside her, and the girl recognized Tinker Bell, who gestured to her to come quickly. Wendy looked back and saw more and more fairies falling to the ground or being scared away. Even the fairy-queen seemed to have problems getting near Blackbeard – almost as if an expanding dark aura or shield hindered the magical creatures from attacking the pirates.
Wendy was now on her feet and started to run as a brutal fist gripped her hair and pulled her back. Pain shot through her head, neck and shoulders and she screamed. Through a shroud of tears she saw Blackbeard, his dark face mask of wrath, and as he drew back his fist, she tried to duck.
Tink didn’t hesitate. Even if she was still a bit jealous of Wendy, she knew that it would bring her beloved Peter much pain if something would happen to the girl. With a shrill ringing she attacked Blackbeard, who looked up, recognized her, and struck with all his might. Tink tried to evade the mighty fist, but too late. The last thing she saw was the bark of a nearby tree and then everything around her went black.
Wendy could see her almost-fairy-friend falling to the ground, and whirled around in the half embrace of Teach. “Bastard!” she snarled, and used his close proximity to pump her knee to its best advantage. His fist won over her knee, and everything around her disappeared into darkness.
Blackbeard caught her before she hit the ground and pressed his lips together. “Foolish wench! What will come now is you own fault!” He threw her over his shoulder and picked up his pistol. “Roberts!” he called and the Lieutenant stepped to him.
“Aye, Sir?”
“Tell the others to finish their hunt as soon as possible. I’m sure that this bitch will speak when I’m done with her. And then we have another storehouse to raid!”
“The boy?”
“Aye, the boy! It’s a present for James. And by the way: one of the gunners of the Jolly Roger told Hank that the boy had robbed two treasure-chests from them and that they have to be at his hide-out. James will get the boy and we will get the booty. It’s an easy deal!”
Roberts started to laugh. “Good plan, Sir!” His gaze roamed over Wendy. “Might I ask you for a favour?”
Teach cocked his head. “The girl has impressed you. I saw how you looked at her.”
“Maybe I could--?”
“--have her after I’m finished? Why not? She wouldn’t be the first female I shared with my men!” He grinned and turned to walk away, as Roberts’ call stopped him.
“What about the -- Fairies?”
Blackbeard looked down at the fallen creatures, lying motionless on the ground. “Let ‘em be. I think they are all at Davie Jones’ locker by now!”
With a deep chuckle and a joyful view to the next hours he made his way back to the jungle to his longboat, his men followed him—

TBC…
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