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Away from Neverland	By : Rosamund Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Crossovers Views: 11902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6: Days on Water

Taking his bottle outside with him the Captain grumbled as he made his way through the few men on deck. One of them smirked and was given the look of hell. Actually, the lad was lucky that the Captain didn’t punch him out or worse. The others obediently got out of his way and kept to their work

After finding his favorite place of solitude on the deck (as no one dared to interrupt him when he was there) the Captain casually leaned over the side of thought of the recent turn of events.

His first thoughts when he recognized Wendy Darling had been purely selfish. “Bloody woman…” He grumbled as he took a swig from the bottle. She was supposed to have been taken for his purpose; his revenge, his seeking something that she did not yet know of. And then she had been downright intriguing. He had enjoyed showing her the town, sharing a meal with her, and then there was the gift she gave him for his quarters…a replica of a ship that opened to reveal a secret hiding place.

“For your cigars, I thought perhaps. Or the tobacco you place in your pipe.” Wendy explained.

She had said it in such a charming way he couldn’t bring himself to give her his gift. He had waited until later, when she had made the blasted comment about his preference of women. Had he been the Captain Hook that lived in Neverland, he would have taken her right then and there – after all, they had been the only party to eat outside that night. But would his dark side have let her live that long?

He shook his head and took several swigs. He took pride in his pirate reputation in the outside world, but hated the man he became in Neverland. Killing children? He had tried to repress those memories until she had come along. Wendy. The only girl. She was just a girl when he had her walk the plank. Had he really done that? The image had flashed through his mind when he kissed her neck.

He took another swig. Why did she trust him now?

The next morning Wendy woke to find the Captain already up, although she had no idea if he ever made it back to bed. He finally made an appearance around noon, just after she had finished some writing, with Smee in tow who was carrying a case.

“Are you ready, my lovely captive?”

Wendy wrinkled her brow. “For what, might I ask?”

“Your lesson! I told you, you must be prepared for anything that may happen during our voyage. Here,” He said as he motioned for Smee to retrieve something from a case. Wendy watched patiently as the elder man took out what was a sword, excite smaller and lighter than most.

“It is a lady’s sword,” The Captain explained. “I am not entirely sure how we got it, but it was among some of our…er, equipment that we keep in the hold.”

Somehow Wendy doubted they got the sword on good measure.

“And who will be showing me how to use it?” She asked politely.

“I will give you a lesson everyday, but then you shall practice on your own, or with Smee should he be avale.”le.”

During the next hour the Captain showed Wendy some of the more basic moves with the sword along with movement. He explained that she must get to be comfortable moving in any direction, as the rules of fencing did not apply in pirate wars.

The Captain remained busy the rest of the day, going over his charts, directing the men, and seeing to parts of the ship that he did best. The dinner they shared that night was in silence, and the Captain left as soon as Wendy had finished. She was tired, after all, and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep after medicating her hands, which were already starting to blister from holding the sword in both hands all day. He did not return to the cabin until she was asleep each night, and was up before she awoke each morning.

Wendy’s training continued, and took up a great deal of time. Several weeks passed, until one morning the Captain was gazing out in the distance when he noticed something. He quickly got out his scope and then warned the men. He couldn’t be sure, but there seemed to be another ship following them.

“Damn!” he muttered to himself. “Likely someone figures I found the map.” Then another thought hit him. “They’ll also know that I have Wendy.”

After watching the tiny figure in the distance all day, the Captain decided that he needed to tell his “captive-guest”. But only after dinner.

When they were finished eating the two shared a glass of wine. Before the Captain left to go back on deck he told Wendy he had another item for her. He took out a shining small dagger encrusted with many jewels.

“You shall wear it on your person at all times.” He told her.

“How? I mean…”

The Captain huffed and then produced a leather strap. Then, without warning, he took hold of Wendy’s skirt and hoisted it up to her thigh. As her face turned bright crimson he smirked at her as he tied the leather contraption with the knife in place. He then leaned into her face. “There’s a ship on the horizon. I will not take any chances. If we are attacked, or take upon the initiative ourselves, then you need to be ready. If we have been followed, then they know you are here. And a foul Captain will take no shame in raping you, even if the rest of his men perish. So keep this with you. Use it to your advantage. Patiently.”

With that said the captain pulled on the strap one more time and then left his quarters, leaving Wendy speechless.

That night Wendy hardly slept

She kept tossing and turning, the Captain’s last words to her replaying themselves out… “No shame in raping you…keep this with you…” And then he had done the unthinkable…he had lifted her skirts. She still blushed furiously over that and drew the pi ove over her head in shame that she knew it secretly thrilled her.

At some point she got up to see if the Captain had left a bottle out, hoping that a drink would calm her. She doubted it, for the Captain only drank at dinner and hardly any other time as he was too busy minding the ship.

She was halfway across the room when the door opened and the Captain came in, most likely to retire for the night. His eyes widened and quickly looked her up and down as she was only wearing the thin nightgown. He laughed as she hurried back under the covers, not saying a word.

He knew what she was doing, of course. No doubt his words scared her and she was having trouble sleeping. He went over to his cabinet and pulled out a new bottle of rum, pouring a glass for both him and Wendy, then brought them over to the bed. He awkwardly handed her one as he shifted his hook that held the other glass.

“How…” she started to ask.

“I know my words worried you. Drink up, there’s plenty more. I don’t think they’ll attack for another few days. Once we hit land, that is another story.”

“Have you any idea how close we are?” She asked before taking her first sip of her rum.

“A few more weeks for sure, but none more. Yet it is still possible we shall pass other islands soon. I may use that for our advantage.”

“You mean, let them think that is your destination.”

“You’re more clever than the others, Wendy. Yes, that is what I intend to do.”

“Do the men know?”

The Captain shook his head. “Only Smee and a couple of others I trust implicitly.”

“Oh. Thank you for telling me.”

“Tis you who figured it out.” He said with a devilish smile.

Wendy laughed. “I guess I have written too many of my own stories.”

“Yes, indeed. Perhaps you can read me one of your newer stories tomorrow.”

Wendy blushed, hoping that the darkness of the room hid her flushed cheeks. She took another sip, then another. “I should like that.”

“Then I shall bid you good night.” He said taking her now empty glass. As he walked across the rooms, hearing Wendy settle in the bed, he added “Oh, and never feel ashamed for letting a man see you in your nightgown.”

More days passed, and Wendy continued writing and practicing her sword skills. She also now spent more time with the Captain, reading some of her many tales after they shared dinner. He would now stay with her until she retired, even if he still carried out more ship duties into the late evening. He had more men on watch, keeping a very close eye on the ship in the far distance.

He assumed they knew he saw them, and he was waiting for them to attack. Instead he planned. He knew of an island nearby that could pass for his destination. So what if it took them more than a day off course…he wanted them to think he had reached his destination.

He also knew that keeping Wendy was of the up most importance. He was growing to care about her more and more as each day passed, although he told himself he was merely watching out for the young girl as if she was his own. Or something like that.

Wendy was also starting to care about the Captain, even if he did yell at her at times. Sometimes he even scared her, but not like he had all those years ago. She was still trying to figure out the difference when he came into his quarters with a huff.

“The island has been sighted.” He told her. “Tomorrow we ready for the attack.”

To be continued

Sorry this chapter took so long…I’ve been dealing with a slight injury. More coming soon! Thanks for the comments!!!
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