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

Chapter Five: For want of a Smoke (and we arrive in port)

I spent a miserable night as I dozed off and then woke up again every time Hook snorted and snarfed in his sleep. I finally got up to use the chamberpot just as dawn appeared through the slats in the windows. Hook didn’t even bat an eyelid when I pushed the chamberpot back under the bed and then walked to the window to look out. It looked so nice and quiet outside on the deck that I just had to go outside. I didn’t want to put my dress back on but Smee had taken my jeans and shirt, so I compromised—I threw on Hook’s white linen shirt, which was huge on me (hell, it was huge on him) and tiptoed to the door. I checked to make sure Hook didn’t wake up before I silently shut the door behind me and stepped out on the deck.

Only two pirates were on deck when I went out and I didn’t know either of their names, but I’d seen one of them before. He was the one with the tattooed face and he stood near the wheel, smoking a cigarette. Oh god, I wanted a cigarette. When I walked up to him, he looked around, as if concerned we might be seen together.

“Good morning, Miss,” he said warily. “Are you supposed to be out of the captain’s cabin?”
“I needed to get some fresh air,” I said, and looked longingly at the cigarette he was smoking. “My name’s Cassie.”
“Uh, Bill, Bill Dukes,” he said, and we shook hands.
“Ah, Hook said I should meet you. Must be because of the tattoos,” I said. I indicated my tattooed legs and arms. He looked and then looked away, blushing. “Right. You won’t look…”
“Well, you’re his, ain’t yah?” he said. “I don’t fancy a hook in my guts just because I wanted to see your artwork.”
“Can you at least share a cigarette?” I asked plaintively. He looked at the cigarette in his hand, surprised.
“You want a roll-up? Sure,” he said. He dipped into his belt and pulled out another hand rolled cigarette. He lit it for me; I took a drag and closed my eyes. The nicotine washed over me.
“God, thanks,” I said as the drugs hit my system. “Those are pretty cool spider webs you’ve got there.”
“Uh, thanks, I s’pose,” he replied. He looked up behind me and his eyes widened. “Uh, I think I’d better get back to the wheel, Miss.”
“He’s behind me, isn’t he?” I muttered.
“Yes, Miss,” Bill Dukes whispered.

I took a drag on my cigarette and turned around. Hook stood at the top of the stairs leading up to his cabin, clad in only his trousers and his hook. He came down the stairs and took the cigarette out of my hands.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, but he only took a drag and then handed the cigarette back to me.
“While you look charming in my shirt, my dear, I need it back,” he said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back up the stairs. “You can smoke inside my cabin.”
“Thanks for the cigarette!” I called to Bill as Hook threw me into the cabin and slammed the door behind us.

“You are not to leave this room, do you understand me?” he thundered. He ripped the cigarette out of my hand. “If you needed a cigarette that badly, you could have asked me for one.”
“Not a single man on this ship is going to do anything to me! Bill there wouldn’t even look at my tattoos he was so afraid of you!” I cried.
“And that’s the way it should be,” he snapped and his eyes flashed angrily. “I’m the captain and I run this ship! Any captive is mine by rights, particularly any female captive. Now, take off my shirt this instant!” I pulled it over my head; my nose wrinkled at its smell.
“Gladly,” I said and thrust it back at him. “Any idea where my clothing might be?”
“Your dress is on the floor where you left it last night,” he said as he shrugged into his shirt.
“I didn’t leave it there,” I said waspishly. “And I meant my real clothes.”
“That dress is the only clothing you’re going to get on board this ship,” he said. He ran a brush through his wild curly hair. “You’d better get used to it.”
“That’s not likely to happen,” I muttered, as I scooped up the dress and stepped into it. I couldn’t do up the laces, so it looked like hell on me but I didn’t really care. Hook did, however, and as soon as Smee entered the cabin with breakfast, he made him help me with my dress. Smee laced me into the bodice as tightly as he had yesterday, while Hook cracked his soft-boiled egg and smeared his toast with marmalade. Smee gave me a cup of tea after he’d served Hook and I sat at the table and watched him eat.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want some breakfast?” Hook asked, as if astonished I was still there.
“I wouldn’t mind some,” I replied. My stomach grumbled.
“You’ll have to earn it,” he said, and I sighed.
“How?”
“On your knees,” he said. He indicated the floor in front of him under the table. “It’s a pleasant way to end breakfast. Or in your case, begin it.” I considered how much I wanted breakfast.
“No,” I finally said. “I guess I’ll just wait for dinner.” He looked at me, this time genuinely astonished.
“You’d rather go hungry, than…”
“Than give you head? Yeah, I guess I would.”
“I’m amazed. Am I that repugnant?”
“Let me put it this way… Your shirt stinks. How long has it been since you’ve had a bath?” I gave him a pointed look. He seemed to think about this for a moment.
“You win this one,” he said, and pushed the rack of toast toward me. Smee brought me a plate and I happily ate toast and marmalade instead of Captain Hook. “But once we’re in port, things will be very different.”
“I believe it,” I said, as I thought about how I was going to try to escape the first chance I got.

After breakfast, the pirate in the crow’s nest called down that he’d sighted Neverland, and the crew began to prepare for their arrival in port. Hook let me watch our arrival from the window of the cabin as Smee watched over me. The land was beautiful and summery. Tropical flowers and trees blossomed everywhere I looked.
“What do the mermaids say?” I could hear Hook ask someone. Mermaids?
“Oh, he’s been back for a few days,” another pirate answered. Must be about Pan.
“I want to spend a few days in port before we go looking for him,” Hook said.
“Aye, Captain,” the pirate replied. “We’re heading in now.”

I watched us arrive in port, fascinated. I’d never actually seen a tall ship dock. Men ran everywhere on deck, throwing ropes toward the dock and catching ropes thrown back… it was quite the production. The people on the dock wore a mix of old-fashioned and modern clothing, and no one seemed to notice or care. There were almost no women, however, and those that were present were either Native Americans or women in long dresses who were clearly prostitutes. Great. I looked down at my bare feet and wondered what had happened to my sandals.
“Smee?”
“Yes, Miss?”
“What did you do with my clothes?”
“You’re wearing your clothes, Miss.”
“No, I mean the clothing I was wearing when I was pulled on board,” I clarified.
“I dunno. I gave them to the captain. He must have done something with them,” Smee said, as he scratched his beard.
“I’m going to need shoes,” I said.
“Ah, no, Miss. You won’t,” he said as Hook entered the cabin.
“Time to go ashore,” he said to us. “Smee, get the litter prepared.”
“The what?” I asked as Smee hurriedly left the cabin.
“The litter. When I go ashore, my crew carry me in my litter. And they will carry you as well,” Hook clarified.
“Smee said I can’t have shoes. Why can’t I have shoes?” I asked.
“If you had shoes, you could run away. I don’t want you to run away, therefore, no shoes,” he said. “Now shut up. I have much to do to prepare for our time in port.”

He stood at his desk, and rummaged through his papers and his drawers. He pulled out bags of gold and jewels, sheaves of paper and rolls of parchment. He made sure his guns were loaded and his sword and knives were sharp. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him, not knowing what else to do with myself. He was interesting to watch anyway. I mean, it wasn’t that he was unattractive. Quite the opposite really. But I wasn’t pleased to be his captive, no matter how sexy he might be. Smee knocked on the door and then entered.
“Litter’s ready, Captain,” he announced.
“Thank you Smee. We’ll be right there,” he said. He slung a pouch over his chest, loaded with everything he’d pulled out of the desk, and then extended his hand to me. “Come, my dear. At the very least, you can have a bath and a proper bed.” I took his hand and let him lead me out of the cabin.

The sun was incredibly bright and hot; I was already sweating in the dress I had to wear. Hook helped me into the litter and then climbed in himself. His hand rested possessively on my thigh as six crewmen lifted the litter awkwardly into the air, and then began to walk down the dock and toward the town. Our first stop was the portmaster’s office. I was guarded by the six crewmen while Hook went inside, presumably to bribe the man to look the other way as Hook unloaded stolen goods and whatever else he was smuggling. The Inn was our next and final stop. The litter bearers stopped at the walk that lead up to the front door of the Inn. Hook got out first and the helped me out. The hard ground was littered with broken bits of glass, and I cried out in pain as soon as I’d descended from the litter.
“Useless woman! Can’t you even walk by yourself?” Hook demanded.
“I could walk if you’d give me shoes!” I snapped back at him. He scowled and then angrily gestured to one of his men to help me. The crewman scooped me up in his arms and followed Hook up the walk and into the building. I sighed irritably but didn’t struggle. What was the use?

The Inn was almost like a modern hotel; our suite had a toilet and a shower, as well as a huge bathtub. Running water! I never thought I’d be so glad to see running water. The suite had two bedrooms and a living room with a couch and chairs, as well as a writing desk and a dining room table and chairs. No electronics or telephone, though, so not as modern as I’d hoped. A valet followed us up to the room. I guess Smee was good enough on board ship, but not when Hook was in port. The crewman deposited me on the carpet and then left without a word. Hook was already busy giving letters and instructions to the valet, so I went to the window to look out. We had a balcony—joy! I walked outside and looked around at the town below us. Our view was mostly of the ocean and the docks, but the town was spread out before me as well, and it looked colourful and exciting. I knew I wasn’t going to get to see any more of it than I was seeing right now, but it looked interesting anyway. It looked like an easy place to get lost in, which was kind of what I was hoping.

“Come away from the window,” Hook said. He grasped my wrist in his good hand and yanked me back into the room. “As you can see, we don’t have much to work with,” he told the valet, who looked me over carefully. “I’m sure, however, you can find me a dressmaker who could make something suitable for her.”
“I certainly can, sir,” the valet replied. I rolled my eyes and tried to pull away but his grasp was strong.
“Bring one here after supper,” Hook said. “We need to bathe first.”
“Of course, sir.” The valet took the letters and instructions and, with a bow, left us. Hook peeled off his coat and threw it on the couch. He was about to take off his gun belt when he looked at me.
“I’m assuming you don’t know how to fire one of these,” he said, and indicated his flintlock pistols.
“Why would I know how to fire one of those?” I replied with a frown.
“Good. That’s what I thought,” he said. He removed his belt and lay it on the couch with his coat. “Go draw us a bath.”
“Go do what?”
“A bath. We’re going to take a bath, you and I, so we might need the tub filled with hot water,” he elaborated, and waved me toward the bathroom. I went, but only because I wanted a bath very badly.

The tub was a huge claw-footed affair, big enough for three if they squished a bit. I ran the water very hot, just the way I liked it, and sniffed at the various bath salts the valet had left for us next to the tub. Hook entered the room, wearing only his trousers and hook. “The ones in the purple vial and plenty of them.”
“Right. And what do they do?”
“They ease the pain of my lost right hand,” he replied. He took off his hook and left it hanging over the bathroom doorknob.
“Can I have a cigarette?” I asked.
“No.”
“You said I could ask you for one if I wanted one,” I protested.
“I said you could ask. I didn’t say I would give you want you wanted. You may have one after supper,” he said, as he unbuttoned his trousers. “Now, get undressed.”
“Aren’t you bathing first?”
“We’re bathing together. Are you deaf today? You seemed to be able to hear all right yesterday,” he snapped, and yanked down his trousers. “Do you need help with your laces?”
“Yes,” I replied. I tried to undo them by myself first. I couldn’t of course, and he’d already removed his hook, but between the two of us we managed to get them partially undone. Then we ended up with a huge knot that stymied both of us.
“Dammit! Why do they make women’s clothing so complicated?” Hook snarled. He grabbed his hook and sliced through the knot. The laces fell apart, and the dress dropped to my feet. “Now it’s useless.”
“Not all women’s clothing is complicated. The jeans and shirt I was wearing when I first came on board were incredibly easy to deal with,” I snapped, as I kicking the dress out of the way.
“That was not women’s clothing,” Hook said. He lowered himself into the hot water. “Ahhhh, now that’s good.” I stood beside the tub. I wanted a bath, but I didn’t really want to share with him. “Well? Get in, woman.”
“Fine.” I acquiesced and stepped into the tub. “And that is women’s clothing where I come from. Actually, a vast quantity of the real world wears clothing like that, men and women.”
“Well, not here,” he said with a sigh of pleasure as the water washed up over his chest. He submerged his stump in the bath salt laden water and hissed with pleasure. “You argue too much for a woman.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I muttered.
“I’m not,” he said. “Now shut up and relax.”
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