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By Hook or By Crook	By : OktoberBlack Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 14973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Note:
First off, I don’t own any of the characters in Peter Pan. I do not make any money from them and never will. In the meantime, however, I do derive pleasure from them and shall continue to do so as long as I can.
Secondly, please review, even if it’s just a few words. I really need to know how this sounds to other people. At the moment, I’m not sure it works. Let me know if it does or doesn’t.

By Hook or By Crook (for want of a better name)

Chapter Two: Captive!

When I next awoke, it was still dark out. I had no idea where I was, but I was still soaking wet and I shivered, cold. I tried to push my hair out of my face, but found my hands were tied above my head. I panicked when I realized my feet were tied up as well. I tried to yell, but there was a gag in my mouth. What the fuck was going on here? Calm down, calm down, I thought to myself. There must be some kind of useful explanation here. I knew that pirates actually did roam the Caribbean Ocean, but they didn’t usually take on the cruise ships because they were too damn big. Besides, they didn’t actually dress like pirates—not the way pirates used to, anyway. They were modern pirates, with guns and rocket launchers and drug runs, and all that kind of stuff. The pirate I’d seen looked like he’d come off a Disneyland ride, which was absolutely ridiculous. So something was up. Something very weird. I struggled against my bonds for a bit before I gave up, exhausted. I was exhausted—from the panic, from the chill of the ocean, and from the effort of staying alive. I closed my eyes, relaxed against my bonds, and fell asleep.

“Smee!”
I awoke suddenly at the sound of a voice roaring above me.
“Smee!”
I was still in darkness, but a bit of light came through the cracks in the wood above my head. I could hear people walk above my head and realized I was under the deck somewhere. My neck was killing me, my back ached, and my ribs throbbed with pain.
“Yes, Captain?” someone answered back.
“What did we get from last night’s raid?” the captain asked.
“Not much, I’m afraid, Captain. The ship went down too quickly to board and the passengers either went down with the ship or left too quickly on their lifeboats,” the other man replied. His name must be Smee, I thought. Where have I heard that name before?
“Damn. Waste of good cannon balls,” the captain muttered to himself. “Cruise ships are almost more trouble than they’re worth.”
“Too true, Captain. This is the third one we’ve sunk this year and out of the three, we’ve only gotten treasure out of one so far,” Smee said.
“Did we get anything at all out of last night’s work?”
“We got one captive, Captain,” Smee said.
“Well, that’s something. Where is he?”
“She, Captain. She’s down here,” Smee said, and stomped loudly on the wood above my head.

Oh god, they meant me! They’d taken down the cruise ship with… cannon balls? Who the fuck used cannon balls any more? What the fuck kind of pirates were these?
“You put a lady in the hold, Smee?” The captain sounded vaguely alarmed. I blinked as the trapdoor lifted and my little space flooded with sunlight. “And you’ve tied her up. How lovely. Just like a present for me.” I couldn’t see the face of the captain as he looked down at me because the sun behind him cast him in shadow. “Smee?”
“Yes, Captain?”
“Take her out of there and put her in my cabin. And untie her!” the captain roared.

I flinched as the deck above me suddenly pounded with booted feet. A dozen hands grabbed me roughly and lifted me out of the hold into the sunlight. I closed my eyes against the light, sick with the motion of the ship and being carried. My ribs sang with pain. My captors carried me up some stairs and into another part of the ship. They dropped me on the floor. An older man, unbelievably dressed like a pirate from the movies, dropped to the floor next to me and started to untie me.
“Untie her, he says, like that’s going to be a good idea or somethin’,” he muttered to himself as he worked at my bonds. Finally, he drew a sharp knife and started cutting at the rope around my hands. “I’m working on it, Captain!” he said, as the captain entered the cabin behind me.
“Get away from her, Smee,” the captain said. He stepped over me and kicked Smee away. Smee got up and scrambled out of the way. “As a matter of fact, get out of my cabin, Mister Smee,” the captain growled. Smee left, closing the door behind him. My eyes adjusted to the change in light and I could see the captain as he stood over me. “Now, let’s see what we can do with these pesky ropes, hmmm?” he said, a smirk on his face. And then he held up a long curved hook. I took one look at it, and my eyes rolled up in my head as I passed out.

When I next awakened, I lay on a bed, the softest thing I’d experienced so far on that ship. I still wore my tank top and jeans, but had lost my sandals and leather jacket. And I was no longer bound. I tried to sit up and my ribs protested so strenuously that I just lay back again with a groan. The man who sat at the desk on the other side of the room got up when he heard me groan.
“Finally awake then?” he asked. He wore pirate dress, just like the rest of them—long curly brown hair, breeches, boots, and a long white shirt. His eyes were a piercing blue.

“Where the fuck am I?” I moaned, and he raised an eyebrow at me.
“You look vaguely like a female, but your manner of dress and your… language seems to demonstrate quite the opposite,” he said. “You are on the Jolly Roger. I am Captain James Hook, at your service Madam,” he said with a sweeping bow.
“Right,” I said with a laugh. “Sure. Like I’m going to believe that.”
“Believe what you will, but I assure you, I am Captain James Hook and this is the Jolly Roger. We are a day out of Neverland and should make port there by tomorrow morning,” he said. He sat on the edge of the bed. “The question really at hand is who you might be?”
“Cassandra Mann,” I replied. I tried to sit up again and winced once more with pain. “I, uh… I think my ribs might be broken…”
“Really? How fascinating,” he said, obviously not really caring. Great. “Well, Miss Mann… I assume it is Miss?”
“Sure, why not,” I muttered.
“Miss Mann, you are my prisoner here. Until I decide what to do with you, you will stay here in my cabin and you will not cause me any trouble. Do you understand?” He ran his hook lightly over the tattoos that covered my arms. “Fascinating. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a woman with tattoos before. At least, not outside of Africa. I should introduce you to our Bill Dukes.”
“Can I have some water?” I asked.
“Smee will bring you whatever you need. I expect you to be up and about for dinner tonight, however.” He got up from the bed. “I’ve got to figure out how to make up for last night’s fiasco of a raid.”
“You sunk our cruise ship?” I asked, aghast.
“My crew did, yes. And we gained nothing from it—except for you, of course,” he said, and gestured towards me with his hook. “Bloody disaster, if you ask me. What is this world coming to when a simple cruise ship raid can end up such a waste of resources?” He sighed. “Well, there it is. At least Pan should be back when we return to Neverland.”
“Pan? As in Peter Pan?” I asked, disbelievingly. This was getting stranger and stranger.
“You know Pan?” he asked. He drew closer. His hook slid under my chin and I looked up at him, alarmed.
“Uh, who doesn’t? I mean, it’s a story…”

I could hear my heart beat, his hook much too close to the warm pulse of my throat. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face.

“Ah. Yes. A children’s story,” he said, and he grimaced before he removed his hook again. “I assure you, my dear, it is no story. And it certainly wouldn’t be one for children if it were.” He held up his hook. “This is what Pan did to me. The crocodile is still after me and always will be. It is Pan’s fate to forever torment me, and my fate to chase after him endlessly.” He shrugged. “Raiding cruise ships now and then breaks the monotony.” He turned to the door. “Smee!”
“Yes, Captain?” Smee said, as he appeared at the door. He must have been standing outside, listening.
“Bring Miss Mann whatever she needs. And she’ll need medical attention as well,” Captain Hook said. He shrugged on his coat, buckled on his pistols and sword, and then strode out of the cabin, leaving Smee to tend to my wounds.
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