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Regrets of Revenge	By : roxnn2005 Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 5890 -:- 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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I don't own Peter Pan, but I do own Samantha and all her possessions.

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Hook returned to his cabin a few hours later, carrying the bags he had stolen from her home and found a half-dressed girl sleeping in his chair, holding a book.

He looked at her sleeping so peacefully. So, her great-grandmother was Wendy, how interesting.

During his time wandering the deck, Hook had had some time to think. The girl obviously had time too. She had been reading one of his books, so she wasn’t too bored.

He looked at which book she had chosen as he plucked it out of her hands.

Moby Dick was the preferred choice of this young girl. He looked over at her with hooded eyes. Out of all the books in his collection, she had to pick the one about a captain and his greatest enemy.

That was the reason Hook liked the book so much. It was about a man questing to find the white whale that forever eluded him. Hook was on a similar quest, only his white whale was the hideout of one Peter Pan.

A slight groan out of the young girl drew his attention to her again. She was stretching her arms over her head while arching her back, thrusting her breasts into the air. Her shirt was rising up showing the soft skin of her stomach. She made a small sound as she leaned back that sounded like a purring cat.

Hook dropped his book.

Sam’s arms dropped and she sat up straight as she turned towards him with wide gray eyes.

“Well, well, well,” she said. “Welcome back Captain Hook.”

Sam stood before leaning forward to touch her toes, unknowingly giving Hook a great look at her ass. Hook stopped breathing as he just stared at her. Even after she had righted herself, he still found it hard to breath.

“How was your little stroll around the ship?” she said turning back to him. Her eyes narrowed at his look. His eyes were fixed on her body and his hand was gripped tightly in a fist. Gray eyes narrowed at the fist.

“Are you okay?”

Hook’s eyes didn’t move, nor did the tension in his hand relent. Sam took a couple steps back a picked up a blanket she had found earlier while exploring the room. It was just a plain black wool blanket, but it would serve her purpose.

She quickly wrapped it around her, covering everything except her head and feet. “Now can you answer me?” she asked looking back at Hook.

The tension in his hand was gone, as his hand lay limp by his side. His eyes were no longer focused on her body, but on her eyes.

“Did you sleep well?”

Sam tried as hard as she could not to smile, but her eyes twinkled in amusement.

“Very well. How was your trip around the deck and back?”

Hook narrowed his eyes. The girl was laughing at him. “Fine, and might I enquire as to what is so funny?”

Sam couldn’t help smiling now. “What are you talking about?”

Hook narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. He picked up the bags by his feet and tossed it to the girl. “I believe that this belongs to you.”

Sam glanced at the bag by her feet before picking it up and opening it up. “My Clothes!”

Hook nodded. “It appears that I grabbed it on my way out of your home. Perhaps now you will wear something more appropriate.”

Sam smiled again. “Oh really? And here I thought that you liked the way I was dressed.”

Hook narrowed his eyes at the smiling girl, but for some reason he didn’t feel angry with her. “Indeed, change clothes and then lunch will be served. “

Sam sighed. “Then you’re sending me home,” she said. Hook narrowed his eyes.

“Not a chance,” he said before leaving his quarters. Sam watched him leave before grabbing her bag and chunking it at the door after him.

“You bastard,” she yelled before sighing. He wouldn’t care what she thought of him. His thoughts were purely on revenge.

Hook left the girl and locked the door behind him. He couldn’t risk her escaping, finding Pan, and then convincing that brat to take her back to London. That would take everything from him, his perfect revenge.

Sam opened her bag and smiled. Inside were all her clothes, her hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and her small teddy bear from when she was a child. She pulled the old bear out and gave him a hug. The last remaining piece from her childhood that she hadn’t grown out of, that was given to her by Granny. She had told her that it had once belonged to her younger brother Michael when he was young. Both Michael and her other brother John had died early on during the war. It was perfectly dreadful.

Samantha sighed before pulling out her clothes. Now, what would she wear today?

Hook enjoyed his second trip around the ship. The galley was well stocked, thanks to the crew’s fishing and hunting skills. After his second stroll, Hook found it necessary to return to his cabin. The weather was getting cold as snow fell from the sky, signaling that Peter had left the island.

Sam had just finished dressing and was brushing her shoulder length hair when Hook entered mumbling something about the weather and Pan.

A cool breeze followed Hook into the cabin, causing Sam to shiver. “How did it get cold so fast?”

Hook looked up at girl who had suddenly spoken. In a way he had forgotten that she was even there. She looked much better now, but very different then any woman he had ever seen.

Instead of a dress she wore pants, that looked made out a strange material. Her shirt was also strange. It seemed to have to be pulled over her head, as it didn’t have any buttons at all. It also had writing on it that said, “When I snap, you’re the first on the list” and had short sleeves. On her feet was the strangest pair of boots he had ever seen. They were small, white, and had ties of some sort.

Hook turned back to her eyes. She was looking at him quite strangely, like she hadn’t looked at him before.

“May I ask what you are staring at?”

“You’re clothes,” she said simply. Hook looked down at himself then back up at the girl. “They are quite strange.”

Hook felt like laughing. His clothes were strange?

Sam observed the captain. She had been so preoccupied before that she hadn’t really noticed his clothes or anything about him, except his eyes. His hair was long, longer than hers, as black as the night and quite curly. He had high cheekbones, strong jaw, a black mustache that looked well-kept, full lips, and elegant eyebrows. He was dressed elegantly too. He was wearing an over decorated blue jacket, that brought out his eyes, with gold markings and buttons. He was wearing matching breeches, a blue silk shirt beneath that. On his feet was a pair of black boots with gold on them. Around his waist were a blue sash with a sword attached and a gun on the other side. Of course there was the hook on his right hand, a sterling silver against all that gold.

He really was a handsome man, something her Granny had neglected to mention to her before.

Sam noticed Hook observing her clothes and realized that he may not have seen clothes like hers here.

“Is there something wrong, Captain?”

Hook looked back up at the girl. She was observing him again. This time she noticed that he was looking at her clothes.

“You say my clothes are strange,” he said. “But I think that yours are more so.”

Sam narrowed her gray eyes at him, but she smiled at him and shook her head. “You think this is bad, you should see some of the other things girls where. Most are more revealing than what I was wearing earlier.”

Hook’s eyes widened. “Ladies actually walk around in such clothing.”

Sam snorted before picking up her bear and placing him back in her bag. “I don’t think that there are any real ladies left in the world, except for older women who grew up that way.”

Hook was quite surprised. No more ladies in the world? Women walked around dressed in revealing outfits? Had the world changed that much while he had been in this cursed place?

Sam wasn’t paying any attention to Hook now. She was freezing and was hoping that there was a sweater in her bag. She was digging through her clothes until she got near the bottom. There she found her MP3 player, her favorite books, her razor, make-up, and other necessities, but no sweaters.

“Damn it,” she said wrapping her arms around herself. Hook glanced back up at the girl. She was obviously freezing. The cold weather had snuck up on them thanks to the damn boy deciding to head out without any warning.

He removed his coat and tossed it to her. She grabbed it and quickly wrapped it around her freezing body. Hook moved across the cabin and lit the stove, warming the cabin within minutes.

The minute she wrapped the jacket around her body, Sam felt warmer. She was surrounded by the scent of tobacco, gunpowder, and rum. In actuality it was quite pleasant, like nothing she had ever experienced.

She turned back to Hook, who had just lit the stove and smiled. “Thank you,” she said snuggling into the jacket.

Hook turned to the girl and nodded before sitting in a nearby chair. “Tell me more of this world,” he said.

Sam smiled. “I will, if you agree to take me home immediately.”

“No,” Hook said raising an eyebrow.

“Then no stories,” Sam said again. She was being stubborn, and she knew it, but she had to go back. Her Granny would worry about her.

“You will be returned to your home in London without harm when Wendy had died. Only then will I release you.”

“How are you going to know when she passes?” Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.

Hook shrugged. “I will send one of my men there to check on her once a year. If she is still living then you will remain here for another year. If she has died then you will be promptly returned.”

Sam groaned. “That means that I am going to have to celebrate my 18th birthday here on a ship with a bunch of mangy pirates and their arrogant, overdressed, pompous ass of a captain who isn’t enough of a gentleman to allow a woman to return to her sick Granny. What a wonderful feeling.”

Hook raised his eyebrow. This girl was only 17?

Smee knocked and then entered the cabin with lunch on a tray. His eyes wandered to the girl before looking back at the captain. Hook had a thoughtful look on his face while staring at the girl.

“Brought ya lunch cap’n,” he said placing the covered dish on the table near Hook before leaving.

Suddenly Sam felt very hungry. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten, probably on the plane and that wasn’t the best food in the world.

Hook watched the girl react to the sight of the covered platter. She looked like she hadn’t eaten in days.

“Girl, must you eye our lunch like that?”

“Like what?” Sam said still not taking her eyes off the platter. What was under that cover?

“Like you haven’t eaten in several days. Doesn’t your dear Granny Wendy feed you properly?”

“I had only just arrived from America today,” Sam said, not noticing the strange look on Hook’s face. “The food served on the plane wasn’t very good anyways.”

Hook narrowed his eyes. “What the devil are you talking about girl?”

Sam finally looked up at the captain. She sighed and shook her head. “I forgot that you have no idea what I’m talking about. Come on, let’s eat.”

Hook debated on whether or not to let her eat until she told him what she was talking about, but the look in her eyes seemed desperate to get food into her stomach.

Hook sighed and decided that he would ask her when she wasn’t preoccupied with lunch.
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