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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
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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 Three: Bravado

He brought me a cup of tea instead of water, followed shortly by a strong glass of wine.
“You’re going to need a bath to get the salt off of you. All I can offer right now, though, is a quick one. A proper bath’ll have to wait until we get to port,” Smee said, as he came back into the cabin with a large bowl of hot water and a washcloth. “Now, the captain said your ribs were hurting you?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Are you a doctor?”
“Oh, Lord bless me, no Miss,” Smee replied. “I just do some of the healing on board here. Now, uh, I’m going to need to look at… uh…”
“The ribs, right,” I said. I pulled up my tank top to the bottom edge of my bra and could see that I was completely black and blue already. He reached out towards me and then stopped. “Well, go ahead. You’re going to have to touch them to see if they’re broken, right?”
“Well, yes… but you’re a lady, Miss,” he said, and I rolled my eyes.
“Oh for god’s sake,” I said with a shake of my head. “Just do what you need to do.”

“Right,” he said, and he tentatively put a hand on my ribs. I grit my teeth as he ran one hand lightly over the bruised area. He pulled his hand away as quickly as he could. “Not broken, Miss. Just cracked. And only one or two. Can’t do anything about them. They’ll heal, never you fear. It’ll just take some time.” He smiled at me. “Now, you’ll need to wash yourself as best you can. If you don’t, the salt’ll make your skin a right mess.” He stood up. “I’ll go and find you some clothing. I’m guessing a corset would be a poor choice just now, am I right?”
“A corset? Do I look like I’ve ever worn a corset?” I exclaimed as I tried to sit up. He scrambled to give me a hand and between the two of us, managed to get me sitting up on the edge of the bed.
“Well, uh, no, not really, Miss,” he said. “But I think the captain wouldn’t much like it if I gave you some breeches and boots to put on instead of a proper dress.”
“Look, bring me whatever you want. If I don’t like it, I’ll just not wear it,” I said and pulled off my tank top. Smee blushed and looked away.
“Uh… right then, Miss. I’ll just leave you to wash up. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said and hastily backed out of the room as I undid the top button of my jeans.

I stripped quickly and washed as best I could with the hot water and washcloth. It was hard, because I was stiff and sore from having slept in the hold. My ribs were painful to touch, as was my right shoulder. And I was still exhausted from being constantly on edge. I stood, naked, in the captain’s cabin and examined myself in his full-length mirror. I was one big bruise, really. As I wondered whether I had enough time to at least rinse out my hair before Smee returned, the cabin door opened. The reflection in the mirror wasn’t Smee though—it was the captain. He was carrying several dresses over his arm and was wearing a frown on his face.

“Smee tells me you’re refusing to dress properly,” he said as he walked in, then stopped when he saw me.
“Perhaps you should have knocked,” I said, as I walked back to the basin of hot water. My hands trembled as I dipped them into the warm water and I cursed them inwardly. I could not show him how afraid I really was!
“It is my cabin,” he said, and put the dresses down on the bed. I bent over the basin and used my hand to pour some water over my head. He stood and watched me as I rinsed my hair and then dried off with the rag Smee had provided for a towel. “You’ve tattoos on your legs and back as well, I see. Very nice work,” he said. He crossed his arms and leaned back against his desk.
“Thanks,” I said. “I don’t wear dresses.”
“You will,” he said. “Or you won’t wear anything at all.”
“Obviously that doesn’t bother me,” I replied. I stood naked in front of him, my arms crossed in front of my chest. I swallowed my fear and tried to stand tall.
“I shouldn’t care to contradict you when you’ve so obviously made up your mind,” he said, and walked over to me. He ran his hook lightly through my hair. He brushed it back from my face and neck before he slid the cold metal down my side. “Please do consider, however, that you are the only woman on a ship full of pirates. Nudity may not serve you as well as you might think.” He made little tsk-tsk noises as he drew his hook lightly down my bruised side. “Did we do that? I’ll bet that hurts,” he said with a faint smile.
“It does, thanks,” I said, and tried not to tremble. I could just imagine the kind of damage he could do with that hook if he really wanted to.
“And we did that completely unintentionally. Just imagine how much damage we could do to you—intentionally,” he sneered. His good hand played with the bruise on my shoulder. I winced. Then he pinched my nipple, hard, and I yelped. He laughed. “Now, get dressed. These games may be fun, but they’re best left for later.” He slammed the cabin door behind him as he left. I sank to the floor as my knees finally gave out on me.

When I felt strong enough to get up, I sat down on the bed and looked through the dresses he’d brought for me. They looked about the right size and made of very fine material. Some still had blood stains on them from their former owners. I shivered at the thought that I might be the next unwilling blood donor, but chose a dress of darkest burgundy and hastily shrugged it on. I couldn’t wear a corset with it (thank god) and they didn’t give me any underwear, so I laced it up as best I could. Smee bustled in a few minutes later and shook his head at me.
“That won’t do,” he muttered. He took hold of the laces at the back of the dress. “Doing them up tight will probably actually help keep your ribs in place, Miss, but it will hurt.”
“Pain I can deal with,” I said as he pulled the laces tighter around my body. I pushed my boobs up so they sat properly in the bodice and when Smee was done, I appraised myself in the mirror. It looked right to me.
“Pity about the corset,” Smee said, as he gathered up the other dresses and draped them over his arm. “T’would look so much better with a corset.”
“I’m not wearing a corset,” I said through gritted teeth.
“If the captain decides you’re going to wear one, you will,” Smee admonished me. “You really haven’t quite grasped the idea that you’re a captive, have you?”
“No, I guess I haven’t,” I admitted. I sat down on the bed. No underwear felt decidedly strange, especially in a dress.
“Now, is there anything else I can get for you before I go?” he asked. I considered.
“Uh, a toilet maybe?” I asked. “And something to eat might be good.”
“There’s a chamberpot under the bed. You can use it when I’ve left, Miss. As for food, well, you are a captive. The captain wants to make sure you’ll eat dinner with him, so he’s given orders that you’re not to be fed until dinner time. I’ll bring you another cup of tea if you like though,” he said.
“No food, hunh?” I rolled my eyes. Crap. “Tea would be fine then.” I flung myself across the bed and then regretted it when my ribs protested. “Am I allowed to read the books he’s got here?”
“I should think so,” Smee said and headed out the door for my tea.
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