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Hook's Wendy	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: M through R > Peter Pan > AU/AR Views: 4195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was a long and sleepless night. Caitlin had nothing else to do, and nowhere to go. Escape seemed not only pointless, but impossible. She’d finally given up on the door, no one outside could hear her cries, or if they did they didn’t care. She moved over to the large chair she’d been thrown into earlier and sat down. Her eyes started to wonder around the Cabin once more, finding it strange that there were no windows. How was that even possible? All the ships she’d seen in her history books had massive amounts of windows on the aft of the ship. It was a simple Captains cabin to be sure, a bed, a desk and a table. It seemed like the bare essentials. Standing slowly she walked to a large Crimson colored curtain that seemed to make up one full wall of the room.

She searched for a cord to see if the curtains couldn’t be opened some how. When she found it, the large shrouds of velvet material pulled back. Her eyes went wide, and she walked forward. There were the windows that she’d been searching for since she first awoke, stained glass of all sorts of colors. They must have made beautiful reflections in the sunlight. Caitlin moved towards the large piano looking instrument, but even though it held the appearance of one, upon touching one of the keys she knew it to really be a Harpsichord. There was no mistaking the dry high pitch of the note.

Her eyes wondered around the room a bit more. Where did he get all of these things? If he were truly a pirate, then he must have been an extremely successful one. Walking back to the chair she’d settled in earlier her own mind was a whirl with the things that had happened. He couldn’t have really meant “wedding day”. He didn’t ask her, and she didn’t consent. She’d been willing to speak with him, and listen to what he had to say. Caitlin was unable to deny her attraction to the man, regardless of his steel claw that replaced his hand. Handsome and intriguing or not, the man was out of his mind.

When she closed her eyes, she could still see his face and here his melodic voice. Still being able to feel the way they seemed to carry her, and make her weightless. Leaning back in the chair, she could feel her cheeks flush at these thoughts it was strange but the room seemed to get warmer in a matter of moments. Reaching up she undid the first few buttons of the bodice, taking a deep breath.

After a while, she drifted off into an uneasy sleep. Having strange dreams about her dark captor, terrifying nightmare type dreams . . . .only at the same time they were pleasant. Sleeping in the chair for the rest of the night.

Hook went down below decks, to find another place to sleep. Tomorrow he could sleep in his own bed once again, but tonight he found other accommodations. He was still very angry, months of planning, and waiting and dreaming, all shattered in just a few moments time. He was going to have his bride, there was no way for her to get back now anyway. Someone would have to take her back, and he no intentions what so ever of trying to return to the mortal world again anytime soon.

He lay in the bunk he’d kicked Smee out of, just below a window that allowed him to see out of the ship. It was still freezing cold, there was no shortage of ice and snow. Thoughts passed through his mind, governed by his disappointment and frustration’s that seemed to have doubled just today alone. “It’s my cabin, and my ship. I could march right up there this very moment, fling the doors open and throw her down onto my feather mattress and force her to submit to me. Then perhaps she would not think herself so clever as to try and outwit me again.”

He growled out loud, his eyes narrowing as an evil grin crossed his face at this. “Yes, it would suit her just perfectly I think, the sort of adjustment she would need. To know that she was a woman, and I was a man. That is all she needs to “Understand”.” He said mocking her words he heard her cry for mercy with only the night before. “I could take her so easily, even with my one hand and her inner strength she’s as light as a feather to the touch.”

His eyes shifted as the skies seemed to clear, allowing the stars to shine bright in the black fabric of the night canopy. Taking a deep breath and letting it out as he frowned, feeling absolutely daft for the words he’d just spoken aloud. Woman or not, she had bewitched him from day one, and commanded his respect immediately. He would kill any man that spoke of treating her like a common whore, but he’d just done it himself.

Growling as he turned over blowing out the candle to try and acquire a bit of sleep sleep. He wouldn’t speak of her in such away, but his plans for tomorrow remained the same. He’d no intention of having to wait any longer, they could work out the details and formalities later, but as of tomorrow she would be officially his. He had no luck wooing her and casting her eye in his direction as a suitor, perhaps he would have more sway as her husband.

When Caitlin’s eyes opened the next day, she frowned. She’d been moved while she slept once more. Sitting up quickly, she found herself wrapped in a blanket. Yet something felt strange, looking down she slowly opened it to see. Her eyes went wide as she closed it back quickly, her eyes shifted from left to right quickly finding herself completely nude. As bare as the day she was born. Holding it tight around her looking around for who might have done it. She frowned at this wondering whom it was who got the ‘privilege’ of taking her clothes. Instantly deciding that she never wanted to sleep again. Each time she slept, there was a new shock awaiting her when her eyes opened. She stood up carefully finding the blanket to be much smaller then she first thought.

Looking up, Caitlin remembered the closet of clothes she’d been shown the day before, and found the dress she slipped into. Starting to take a step, she quickly moved back into a standing position looking around nervously. The narrow blanket just barely covered her body if she held it tight and stood still. This was most nerve racking, what if someone was watching her, or could see her. Swallowing, she started to take small hops towards the closet door. They grew faster and faster as she felt completely vulnerable. Finally reaching the door she bent down turning the handle opening it. Quickly moving inside and shutting the door behind her, turning clasping the latch that locked the door feeling much safer now. When she turned, the light in the room showed that all the dresses, shoes and undergarments that had been there the day before were gone. The room was completely bare except for one set of clothing.

A white elegant wedding gown, shoes, stockings, white satin under things, and a veil. “Oh dear god.” She whispered under her breath, she had decided last night as she fell asleep that he was just trying to frighten her with his words. There was no way that he could have been serious. Inside, she did not want to put that dress on, but she couldn’t very well stay like this. Besides the chill, people seemed to come in and out of the Cabin as they please. Closing her eyes tight a moment, she opened them looking down at the dress again, what was she to do.

Below deck’s, Smee came into his Quarters finding the captain getting dressed as well, in a black silk and satin outfit with gold braided trim. “Everything’s ready Captain, when do you want us to fetch her?”

“Did one eye jack do his job without mishap?” He inquired, looking in a glass as Smee picked up the Captains sword strapping the belt down across his chest. Then next came his over jacket, matching the same colors he wore beneath.

“Aye Captain and in record time, he thought if he’d stayed inside the Cabin to long he would be accused of doing something more then emptying out her closet and taking her clothes so she would have to wear what was left.” Hook reached over taking out one of his more impressive and elaborate hooks made of sterling silver screwing it into place as Smee finished straitening out the rest of the Captains garments, and picked up his matching hat.

“Has he no intentions of changing his name? I would think it was about time considering it’s been over two years since I removed his other eye.” The Captain stated boredly, pulling the ruffles of his shirt out of the sleeves of his jacket making sure they were strait and perfect.

“No eyed jack seems a bit less pirate like Captain.” He stated looking at the Captain in the mirror over his shoulder as he reached up placing his hat on his head and letting the captain fit it down right on his own.

“and what of Pan, any word of a sighting from any of the crew?” Hook had always possessed a certain taste in expensive and very eccentric clothing. He prided himself on looking his best at all times. His crystal blue eyes admired himself in the mirror, he did look absolutely astonishing, and hopefully his bride to be would notice, and be as appreciative as he was.

“No word yet Captain, the ice cracked at the early bell this morning. Once the sun came up, the island was in full bloom, and the ice was melted and gone. Pan must have returned sometime during the night.” Hooks eyes narrowed, the hate and malice for the insolent youth had grown quickly at the first report.

“Fetch her. All the men are to keep a sharp eye. The putrid insolent spawn possesses a gift for showing up at the worst possible instance.” Smee began to give Hook the once over making sure each part of his clothing was in perfect order and hung correctly about him. Hook waited a moment, then another, then yet another before turning slowly casting his eyes at his simple minded first mate, “NOW!!!”

He roared at the little old man. Smee jumped nervously looking up at the Captain, “Yes sir . . . right away sir . .” He started to salute but just thought it better to get out of the room. Hook rolled his eyes as he turned looking back into the glass, smiling confidently at himself.

Upstairs Caitlin sat in the chair she’d slept in once more, her eyes wide and her mind twirling in nervous terror and confusion. Fully dressed except for the veil which she’d left in her closet with no intention of wearing it, she was sure some sense could be talked into the man. There seemed to be a reasonable side to him somewhere behind his erratic behavior. Kind and hospitable one moment, then a raging monster that struck fear and caused her bones to shiver and shake inside of her.

Her eyes moved upwards as she could hear the latch on the door being moved. Standing quickly she stood up straight and swallowed the lump in her throat. The doors flung open, she was nearly blinded by the sunlight that flooded in the door, her eyes were far from used to the light having been locked away so long. She squinted at first, before putting her hand up over her eyes. She was completely blinded and couldn’t see anything. “Why Miss, ye forgot ye veil.” A heavily accented voice said.

“What? No, where is the Captain, I wish to speak to the Captain!!” She shouted in a panic as she felt herself being snatched on both sides, her arms seized. “There’s been a mistake, I need to see the Captain, I need to see James!!” She said starting to struggle, but within a matter of moments, her hands where bound together tightly so she couldn’t move them. Finally her sight was returning and her blue eyes adjusted to the sunlight, enough that she could look down. Her hands were tied, but the bindings where hidden by a large bouquet of flowers that seem to spill over her hands. She tried to pull her hands apart as she felt the headpiece she’d left in the closet, being placed in her hair. Caitlin quickly dropped her weight, trying to move away before it could be placed on her head, struggling hard.

The two standing on either side of her however, held her fast and the headpiece was placed. “There ye go. I can feel a lump in me throat just lookin’ at how beautiful ye are.” She could feel herself suddenly being jerked in the direction of the double doors. “Come on, come on, ye don’t want to keep the Captain waiting now do ye?” Caitlin kept struggling kicking her feet trying to find a foot hold, but it felt as if she was lifted from the ground, her feet couldn’t touch the deck.

Ascending the stairs, her eyes looked around the large deck. She was completely dumb struck to find it was summer time on this early morning. The ice, snow and wind chill was gone. For the first time, she could see the island off the bow and her eyes went wide, “What is this place.” She whispered underneath her breath. They came to a stop on the main deck at the bottom of the stairs, holding here there. It was set up exactly like a wedding, except for the fact there was a large and dastardly crew on either side of the Isle way, and each had a pistol, riffle, cutlass or dagger. Just there having the objects in her view was a threat in itself.

Her eyes moved up seeing one of the crewmen standing at the very front with a book. Slowly she started to back up again, unconsciously wanting to get as far away from this entire nightmare as fast as possible. Yet her ‘escorts’ held her fast in place. Smee walked up beside her, “now miss, this is as much your day as it is the Captains, you don’t want to make a scene or a regular spectacle out of it do you?” Her face turned quickly towards the little old man she’d first seen. Something about him didn’t seem as fierce and threatening as the rest of the crew. Her eyes seemed to plea for help, for anything that would save her from this fate. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “The Captain has a frightful temper, if you don’t go through with this, he may decided there isn’t much point in keeping you around at all if you get my meaning, miss.”

Smee curved his finger in the shape of a hook, and made a motion across her belly, so she would understand exactly what he meant. Her eyes went wide, as she started to pull back as if treading invisible water once more. Smee got closer holding her still, becoming even more serious now, “It’s better to be a married woman then a dead one.” He said before regaining his friendly smile, “All you have to say is two words, nothing more and it will be over and done with.” As he brushed of her shoulders and straitening her headpiece, her eyes starting to tear slightly.

Just then, the attention of the men was shifted towards the front of the boat as the Captain came from below decks. Caitlin’s eyes moved towards him as well. She stopped struggling as she could see his blue eyes again. What sort of witchcraft was it that he had held this strange power over her. Once the Captain had taken his place at the front, the men who stood behind Caitlin pushed her forward away from them. Catching herself before she fell on her face, she stood there for a few moments, as all the men on deck stood removing there hats. It was a terrifying bunch. It was a synch that the Captain was the only attractive one out of the entire population. Teeth missing, skin problems galore, deformities and just purely gruesome looks all around.

Once more Caitlin’s eyes moved up towards the handsome pirate Captain. Something about his standing ahead of this particular crew didn’t make him seem as bad of a fate as first thought. Hook looked at her, she was positively alluring in the clothing he wore. Hook could feel his breath stop for a few moments as his eyes wondered over her form, before moving back to her eyes that were nearly as blue and captivating as his own. The only thing that looked out of place was the look of absolute terror on her face. He sighed slightly his awe being dampened a bit by this. He raised his good hand motioning for her to come to him. Caitlin took a step back, her eyes still as huge as dinner plates. When she turned to try and run back up the stairs to the safety of the Cabin, she found the ones that had brought her down in the first place blocking her way, each one holding a pistol at her. Smee stood off to the side, repeating the motion of the hook he’d demonstrated for her earlier.

She was caught between a rock and a hard place. Finally Caitlin realized she had to choose, she had to make a decision immediately. She looked down a moment, what would be better? Become the forced bride of a fearsome pirate Captain, or become a Victum of his rage and temper that she’d seen only two times before, but decided it was well beyond enough, and she did not want to see it again. Hook watched her silently, seeing that she was trying to decide on the lesser of two evils running around the thoughts in her head. Caitlin’s eyes closed suddenly standing up strait and tall, and turning back towards the Captain marching bravely down the isle, making her choice.

There was no smile on her face, and it looked as if she had to bite her lip to keep it from quivering. Hook’s exterior and expression had grown a bit icy when he awoke that morning to find that the winter had gone, melted away in the night. His brow furrowed as he caught the crewman standing beside him out of the corner of his eye. Disgusted, the hot-tempered captain turned slowly looking at him as he stood there picking his teeth. The Crewman’s eyes shifted towards the captain, and he quickly put his hand behind his back seeing the displeasured look on his commanders face. Hooks narrowed his eyes in warning before looking back at his bride to be.

Caitlin continued her march in the sunlight that beamed through the mast and canvas above, as a shadow cast over her and then disappeared. It distracted her for a moment looking up to see perhaps if it was a bird that few overhead, but she saw nothing. It was strange, the shadow was a large one, and the bird must have been impressive. But she saw nothing, having a strange feeling coming over her once more, the feeling of being watched again.

Finally she reached the two steps up to the platform where the Devilishly handsome, yet incredibly terrifying Captain stood. He reached out with his good hand taking her arm and pulling her up the steps. She couldn’t lift the skirts of her dress with the way her hands where bound. She looked up at him as he smiled charmingly at her, “You look absolutely ravishing my lady.”

Caitlin couldn’t help but think all of this was a dream. “You could have asked me.” She whispered to him in total disbelief. Even in America, this sort of thing was completely unheard of. She was not sure if there was a legal term for it or not, never hearing of a forced wedding before.

His smile melted away as his eyes turned cold and his grasp grew much tighter on her arm, “The time for that passed when you tried to deceive me. Now be a good girl and accept your fate before you find yourself facing a worse one.” He growled at her as he turned her towards the one performing the ceremony.

Little did she know, Caitlin was being watched, by two pairs of eyes that were not on deck. Above in the rafters a young boy in a small glow of light that sat on his shoulders. Quietly and intently watching the going on’s below. “What do you think their doing Tink?” The little one fluttered over to his other should shrugging and looking down at them below curiously. “That one in the white, she must be the new one the mermaids said was on the ship.” Narrowing his eyes and leaning down a bit trying to see better, “She doesn’t seem like a pirate.”

They continued to watch, wondering what was going on.
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