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Straight on Til Morning	By : LuluPopalot Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 5321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Supper was a selection of fruits, cheeses, bread, and wine, and Laura wasn’t complaining. And the Captain was actually pleasant dinner company, answering all of her questions about Neverland and pirating.
‘I just can’t believe this is all real,’ she said for the third time, sounding much more excited than before.
‘If I didn’t know better,’ Hook said, picking up a bit of cheese, ‘I’d think you were pleased with your current situation.’
‘Well, I don’t know if pleased is the right word,’ Laura replied, taking a drink of wine. ‘But I think we all need some adventure in our lives.’
‘Has your life been lacking adventure as of late?’ Hook asked.
‘If by ‘lacking’ you mean completely devoid of, then yes,’ she said dryly.
‘Are you leaving a husband behind?’ he asked, ‘I hear married life can be quite tedious.’
Laura gave a humorless laugh. ‘I wouldn’t know,’ she said, suddenly finding her plate very interesting. She did not want to talk to a pirate captain about her lack of personal life.
Switching gears completely, she looked up at him with curious hope. ‘Do I get a sword?’
Hook arched an eyebrow. ‘Do you know how to use one?’
‘No.’
‘Then no,’ he said, returning to his food.
‘But if I learn to use one?’ Laura persisted.
Hook sighed. ‘Perhaps.’
‘Will you teach me?’ she asked, and immediately regretted it. Hook regarded her coldly as she quickly back pedaled. ‘If you’re not too busy, which I’m sure you are, being a pirate captain and all, so just don’t worry about it.’ She dropped her eyes to her plate again.
After a moment, during which Laura pushed food around her plate, Hook answered. ‘You are correct in guessing that I am very busy. I will, however, arrange for another member of the crew to begin teaching you how to fight.’
Laura smiled at him, fighting the twinge of disappointment of being pawned off onto someone else. ‘Thanks. That would be awesome.’
Hook waved his hook around nonchalantly. ‘A crew member that cannot defend herself is of very little use to me,’ he said. ‘And you would do well to be able to defend yourself around a gang of pirates.’
‘I’m sure,’ she muttered. She had almost forgotten the danger she was in, and forgetting was certainly not a good idea.
Sighing, Laura leaned back in her chair. The food and wine had combined with her previous stress to make her now quite drowsy. The thought of sleep brought up a whole new issue.
‘Where will I be sleeping?’ she asked.
‘For now, you will be staying in my cabin,’ he said. Seeing her alarm, he held up his hand to stay her protests. ‘I insist. I assure you, I need very little sleep and will be spending most my time on deck. Unless, of course, you welcome the idea of bunking down with the crew.’
‘No, thank you,’ she replied hastily.
‘This arrangement is of course temporary,’ the captain said, pushing back from the table and standing. ‘I will eventually have to decide where to put you.’
‘Of course,’ she said, standing also.
‘Then I shall bid you good evening, Miss Laura, and leave you to your slumber. I’ll send Smee in shortly to clear the table,’ he said, making a small bow.
Giggling a little, Laura dropped a curtsey, ‘Thank you, kind sir.’
Giving her a glare that sparkled ever so slightly with mirth, he turned to gather his coat and hat. His hand was on the handle before Laura stopped him.
‘Captain,’ she said suddenly, moving next to him. ‘Really, thank you for…,’ she trailed off, looking into his eyes, ‘everything, I guess.’
Keeping his eyes locked onto hers, Hook took her hand and raised it halfway as he bowed to meet it with his lips. ‘I assure you, Miss Laura. It was my pleasure.’
Laura could barely breathe with the tightness his action had caused. And, lord, was she blushing? He straightened, but kept a hold of her hand. She had the giddy thought of saying goodnight at the end of a first date. Embarrassed and conflicted, she stepped back.
Smiling quickly, she said goodnight and watched as he left. She dropped her head back and swore at the ceiling and at her quaking insides. Groaning, she dragged herself to bed and flopped down.
‘What the hell are you doing?’ she asked herself.
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Smee was careful not to wake her when he came to clean up. He gave her slumbering face a fatherly smile as he pulled a blanket up over her. He gathered the dinner plates and wine goblets as quietly as possible, and slipped back out.
After depositing the dishes in the galley, Smee reported to the captain, who was at the helm. Hook waved dismissively at Smee’s salute.
‘Dishes is all put away, Cap’n,’ he said. Hook grunted as he continued to stare into the distance.
‘Should be makin’ port in a few days, eh Cap’n?” he asked, studying his commander’s features. He certainly seemed vexed about something, and Smee had a pretty good idea it involved the girl in his cabin.
‘Will the girl be stayin’ with us the, sir?’ he asked, hoping he wasn’t pushing his luck.
‘It appears so,’ Hook replied, still frowning.
“I suppose we should be findin’ her somethin’ more fittin’ to wear, then,’ Smee continued. ‘Twas shameful what we found her in.’
‘Hmm,’ Hook said.
Smee sighed, knowing that when Captain Hook was in a reflective mood, it was best to leave him be.
‘Would ye like for me to take over, sir?’ he asked.
‘No, Smee,’ Hook said, sparing a quick glance. ‘You may retire.’
Smee made a quick salute. ‘Thank ye, sir. Good night, Cap’n.’
‘Smee,’ the captain called as the old man had reached the stairs.
‘Yes, cap’n?’ Smee replied, returning to his captain’s side.
‘Who would be the most capable amongst the crew of teaching sword play?’
‘Teachin’ sword play?’ Smee asked confused. ‘Well, if it’s fightin’ ye be wantin’ taught, I reckon Mr. Church would be yer man.’
‘Mr. Church,’ Hook said thoughtfully, trying to recall the man. ‘Is he the one with the peg leg?’
‘Nay, sir,’ Smee replied. ‘That be Mr. Oak. Mr. Church is a tall feller, quiet mostly. But a pure demon with a blade in his hand.’
‘Mr. Church,’ Hook repeated in the same thoughtful tone. When Smee had waited a full five more minutes, he considered himself dismissed and headed to bed, wondering what that was all about.
Short chapter, but I promise a bit more excitement in the next chapter. Thanks for reading, and reviewing.
-L
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