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Away from Neverland	By : Rosamund Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Crossovers Views: 11921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: A Pirate Bar

Oops! I made an error in previous chapters, but only to a minor, insignificant character. I named Steven’s male companion differently. OH, well…on to more interesting characters…
Also, in this chapter I was going to have Wendy run into some fellow “London ladies” while in town (thought Captain could scare them) but that just didn’t work…perhaps in another Wendy/Hook uni!

After Captain Hook made sure that his men had well taken care of their duties, he gave them some final instructions and then left the boat to take care of some errands himself. One was sending a letter to Wendy’s parents. He knew that she would have done so, had she thought of it, and realized this would be the final opportunity. Besides. He wanted to do it himself, and he already knew the address. He smirked as he handed the clerk the envelope.

Wendy smiled to herself as she had her packages sent to the ship. She then sought out a nearby ladies parlor annt tnt to freshen hersel. A. As she looked in the mirror she already noticed a change. She wasn’t sure what to quite make of it, however, and left he parlor confused.

She then thought of her family, and wondered what they might think of her impulsive decision to take on a new adventure. What would Michael and John think? Would they be angry? She laughed. The elder of the two was studying at Cambridge and had taken a turn for the serious side. The other was still tutored and would follow along soon enough. He might have gone for one last trip to Neverland, but Wendy had left before the summer began and didn’t know. She then bit her lip. What if they heard she was kidnapped? The Captain had told her his brief conversation with Steven.

“Oh, dear…” She thought aloud. “Perhaps I should send off a letter…I’ll mention it to the Captain. I am sure he will let me do so.”

Later, at dinner…

“My dearest Wendy, I have already thought that through for you and sent the letter myself earlier today.”

The look on Wendy’s face was confusion. “Oh…How did you know where to send it.”

He took her hand, almost as he had the night before but in a much more gentle manner. He even caressed it. “Everyone in Neverland knows where you live.”

She crooked her eyebrow up at him but did not question him further.

They ate talking about the Captain’s voyages and information that Wendy would find useful for the upcoming voyage. The atmosphere at the new restaurant was much more pleasant than the night before. Gone were the crowded tables and the hovering waiters. Instead the restau had had both indoor and outdoor dining and had more intimate settings for their clientele.

The Captain and Wendy had decided to eat outdoors, and were seated along with nothing more than a strand of candles lit on their table. The cool evening breeze would occasionally make its presence and then leave them in peace. All in all, Wendy felt it had been a perfectly perfect day.

“And now my dear, we shall go for our after dinner drink.” The Captain sd asd as they finished their desert and he padded his mouth with his napkin cloth.

“After dinner drink? Not here? I think it is quite pleasant where we are.”

“Yes, and it is a pity we must leave. But I have another place to show you.” He waited until they had left the restaurant before continuing. “If you are going to live among pirates, then you had best get used to them.” He said as he took her arm.

“And where on heavens sake will that take us?”

The Captain smiled mischievous down to her. “Where else? A pirate bar.”

Wendy gulped. She had never truly been in a men’s pub before, except once on a dare. John had been the daring party and Wendy had shocked everyone by walking one time through the gentlemen’s club where women in the most scandalous costumes were dancing. Her parents had grounded her for that one. She returned a wicked smile herself up to the Captain’s glare. “Then what ever are we waiting for?”

Several hours later…

Wendy was now pretty tipsy, and the Captain hid his smile to himself. As far as his men were concerned, at this time she was one of them. They all sang together as if they were old sea buddies. As the Captain calmly lit his pipe, his own drink planearnearby, he felt the group approach him.

“Captain,” Wendy purred into his ear as she placed her hands on his strong shoulders. “We were just discussing what kind of woman these fine men prefer. Tell me, what does a woman have to be to capture your fancy?”

Feeling the heat of her breath, as well as the alcohol, the Captain spoke. “Old!”

Wendy’s arms released him as the group laughed with the Captain. He dit net need to turn and look at her to know that her face was now crimson red. He gestured to Smee to occupy the men as he stood to go over to where Wendy was sitting in a huff. He noticed all too well how one of her sleeves had fallen just below her delicate shoulder, and her hair was in disarray. Still, she was beautiful.

“Here,” He said as he sat down and produced a small wrapped box to her.

“For me?” She asked. She took the small package and unwrapped it. thenthen opened the box and gasped. Inside was a small locket with a diamond encrusted. She carefully opened the locket. On one side was a small drawing of a ship. On the other side was engraved “First Voyage” in script.

“Oh, Captain! It’s lovely! Would you please put it on for me?” She asked holding the locket to him.

As she turned she picked up the part of her hair that had fallen down. The Captain could feel the smoothness of her skin as he put one part of the clasp through the tiny point of his hook while his hand clasped the two pieces together. Without knowing what he was doing, he suddenly felt inclined to brush his lips against her neck. As light a kiss it was, Wendy felt the heat radiate through her body. Quickly he drew back, as Wendy seemed bewildered.

“There, now I think it is time for me to collect my men and we all head back to the ship. I don’t want them too hung over when we leave.” He spoke abruptly.

“Are we still leaving tonight?” Wendy asked.

“Yes, the men on board now are ready to go. And leaving at night is what I do best.”

Late that night the Captain and Wendy stood among his men as they silently slipped out of the harbor. Wendy marveled he she site: the moon was full and was hanging low over the ocean’s horizon. And they were heading straight for it.

The night was calm and quiet on the deck. Some of the men had retired below, either passing out or continuing their party.

“Calm waters, my lovely. We’ll have an easy time for several days.” The Captain told her

“I have heard about storms that suddenly form. What of them?” She asked.

The Captain scoffed. “No need, things will be clear for a while. Although we may need to concern ourselves with other pirates.”

“Other pirates?”

Somehow in the last two days Wendy had forgotten that other pirates did indeed exist. To her, it seemed that Captain Hook and his crERE ERE the entire pirate population.

“Yes, and we’d best prepare you tomorrow. I will not let anyone haou, ou, but just in case…”

She cut him off. “I bought my own pistol today.” She turned to him and was amused at the shocked expression on his face. “And yes, I do know how to shoot it. I hope I have not upset you by this?”

The Captain shook his head. “No, it is just that pistols are not enough. You shoot them in the wrong place and our ship could be in danger. No, tomorrow I will have Smee look for a ladies sword and train you with that as well.”

“I have fenced, too.”

“Not enough.”

A silence overtook them for a few moments.

“Well, I must thank you Captain for being concerned with my safety. With that said, I think I shall retire now. I am still a bit dizzy from the night’s festivities.”

“Then I shall, too, retire. I would hate to disturb you later.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“My cabin. It IS where I sleep you know.” He replied in a mocking manner.

“But I thought…”

“You thought nothing. I sleep in my cabin. Do not think that there is anywhere else suitable for me to sleep. I sleep only in my cabin. I have endured the hard deck for the past two nights on your behalf. Now that we have set for our final voyage, I am reclaiming my quarters. But fear not. You shall still remain in the bed.”

“And…and you, sir?”

He laughed again. “On the lounge, my dear.”raterater that night the Captain found himself restless. As much as he needed the sleep, he found that he was wide awake. Shirtless, in just his britches and boots, he went to his private collection as was going to pour himself a glass of rum, but then decided to take the whole bottle. As he drank he wandered over to the other side of the L-shaped suite where Wendy lay fast asleep in the comfort of his bed.

He stood over her he watched as her chest, covered barely by a flimsy sift, rose as she breathed her deep sleep. He took another swig, if anything to stop himself from touching her. She was so very lovely, with her golden wavy hair, the fairness of her skin…He took another swig then leaned nearer.

She moved in her sleep. Her lips moved.

“Captain.” She murmured to his surprise. He almost jumped back, but found himself drawing even nearer.

“Wendy.” His own lips replied as he softly touched her lips with his own.

He could feel it. She wanted to kiss him back. He could feel her lips move on their own accord. For a moment it seemed as if they were one, and then he drew back.

Wendy opened her eyes just as the shirtless Captain and his bottle left the cabin. She turned red, remembering the dream she just had. Her hand went to her mouth. She could almost feel the heat of his lips from her dream…or was the kiss not from her dreams?

To be continued…
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