A Bad Day for Pirates

[Wendy Darling]

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It had been her first day at school and already Wendy was struggling to try to fit into this new world to the best of her ability. Not just in the academic section, but in trying to fit in with the other kids. Sure, she had managed fine in the reading section and done well in a few of the literature based subjects, but things math and science were a bit of a blur. Then again, she had been home schooled by her own parents along with her two brothers so it was never the same. Then again, this stuff was far more different and complicated than anything she'd done before. Then again she didn't have the benefit of having another life while stuck in this town so she wasn't as well adapted as some of the others. Not to mention getting into trouble for having to go to the washroom and things that should have bene common knowledge to any child. As if that was bad enough, she didn't exactly succeed in making many friends either who all were discussing how cool their parents were. Except, there was nothing special about her parents or even herself and really she was just plain Wendy. In fact the only thing remotely interesting was the fact that she was captured at one point by the Shadow Man as she called him. Still, she tried very hard not to let her feel too upset about it all, especially since Ba-Neal had been the one to get her into school in the first place.

The worse was probably when Tasha, the seemingly head girl of the playground decided to show her who was in charge, but twisting her arm painfully behind her back. Even now it still smarted and if it wasn't broken, it was at least sprained though she didn't dare shed a tear or anything. That was definitely not going to do her any good and would only make her feel weaker than she already felt being thrown into this unknown world. She sighed gently as she buried herself in one of her fairy tale books or turned her head to the window imagining being back home. Life had been so simple at home even if her father was constantly yelling at her about the fact that she needed to grow up. At least they had loved her and she would have had her brothers who probably would have attempted to beat up Tasha. That made a small smile form on her face as she attempted to get through the rest of the day, trying her best not to let her feelings hurt. Sure, Tasha could abuse her all she wanted, but she was just as determined to stay strong, pushing back the slight pain when she needed to use that hand for writing down homework. Still, she never once said anything to her teachers which seemed to surprise Tasha, not that she noticed much. She would just get through the rest of the day and then try to relax at the apartment she was staying in with Ba-Neal. She really needed to stop calling him Baelfire and realize that he was no longer that kid she took in off the street.

A couple more hours of gruelling classes and it was time for everyone to head home to their parents, except Wendy who dejectedly trudged out of the school stopping to watch parents wrapping their arms around their children. Her heart broke and instead of heading back to the apartment she decided to head down to the beach. After all, she had always found something calming about the beach or really just water in general. So shouldering her back back she quickly made her way out of town ignoring the glances that people gave her. She wasn't going to let anyone else ruin her day and not even Tasha could ruin a nice day at the beach which had become something of a sanctuary for the young girl. It took a while, but eventually she had reached the beach, dropping her bag in the sand as she stared around at it all. It was amazing how vast it seemed, wishing more than once than it could be used to carry her back home. Except, she doubted if she even had much of a home left to go back to which brought the young girl's spirits down which didn't often happen. Taking off her shoes, she walked along the edge of the water, just enough that her feet got wet relaxing the young girl as she pretended she was an airplane. Sure, she was thirteen and should have grown out of that phase, but she didn't care because it allowed her to escape from her problems. She continued to 'fly' around only stopping when she noticed a ship docked in the harbour which surprised her.

It was a very big ship to the young girl as she made her way up on the dock to take a closer look at it, starring around at the size of it all. It was the ship that had rescued her from Neverland, or at least she thought it was as she glanced around wondering if anyone was around. Despite knowing it was rude to enter uninvited, her curiosity had been peeked as she slowly climbed up on deck, eyes peeled for anyone. Seeing nobody around, she continued to look around finding it was quite impressive and just like something she might have seen in her dreams. She was just thinking about heading back when she spotted an old captain's hat resting on a table inside. Again she looked around, but nobody was inside as she gently moved to grab the hat, putting it on her head making her giggle pretending that she was a pirate. She then headed back outside towards the steering wheel trying to recall how the other Captain had steered it. So it was that Wendy became a pirate captain pretending to shout orders to an invisible crew and fighting off intruders with her invisible swords. She was actually having quite a lot of fun as she crossed blades with other invisible henchmen.

"Haha, no one gets my treasure," replied Wendy, in a much manlier voice as she jabbed at an invisible pirate.

She was really enjoying it all as she yelled for more cannon fire and trying to dodge other pirate swords and really just forgetting for a moment that she was on a ship without adult supervision. Then again, she wasn't really doing much harm because she was being careful even if she would sooner or later get in trouble. In fact she was having so much fun, talking to her imaginative friends that she didn't realize she was being watched by a tall man, with a hook hand.

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tag:  Killian Jones
clothes:  clicky
notes:  Captain Wendy reporting for duty, sir.
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[Killian Jones]

Tag: Wendy Darling
Note: proper gif coming soon!

It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

It appeared that Hook would be here in Storybrooke for quite some time, and he had supposed he'd already come to terms with this. The journey to Neverland had certainly changed his perspective on things . . . including his realization that he was in love. He had practically confessed it to all and at the same time, had assured his competition that he would back down, allowing him the chance to be a family with his boy and the mother.

How could he not? He had always cared for Baelfire. He cared for Henry and of course . . . he cared for Emma. Yet with his decision also came his displacement in this town. There were some familiar faces -- Tinkerbell for instance -- as well as a few of the lost boys who have returned with them from Neverland . . . however Storybrooke was still not his home. He supposed the only home he had ever known, was the Jolly Roger. So thank the heavens he still had that.

He was currently in the storage area of the ship, cleaning up a few of the things and doing an inventory count. They had used quite a few provisions during their journey and he wanted to ensure he was well stocked for when the ship's use may be required once again. He paused his actions when he heard the creaking of wood: someone had boarded his ship. He was hardly alarmed. He assumed whoever it was, was looking for him and he wouldn't disappoint.

He took a few additional moments before he heard the creaking cease, and then commence again. He knew every inch of this ship and could tell that someone had moved toward the area where the steering of his ship was. As he made his way on deck, he noticed the young girl: Wendy Darling. She had been one of Pan's prisoners that they'd managed to free and she had returned with them, reunited with her brothers.

Instead of making his presence known, he couldn't help but just watch her. He raised an eyebrow, seeing that she had worn his hat and was pretending . . . well, pretending to be a pirate. It was a rather innocent sight to see, and one that caused a smile of amusement to flicker across his lips. After several moments of just watching her, his amused expression vanished and he feigned being serious.

"It appears my ship has been commandeered by a new captain," he said, a look of concern on his face as he played along, slowly walking toward her but pausing at a suitable distance. "I don't suppose there's any chance of getting it back? Or at least gaining a position as first mate?" He asked, encouraging the playful scenario that she had created when under the assumption that there were not witnesses to the sight.

[Wendy Darling]

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Wendy was actually surprised that he was taking so well to her little made up world considering that most grown up wouldn't like some child bossing them around. True, it was only really in fun, but even when she'd pay pretend with some of her nannies they always reprimanded her for such nonsense. So she was a bit nervous about how to handle the situation especially since she didn't really know him all that well. Yet, he seemed to take it all in good fun for which she was relieved as she circled him as though inspecting her newest member to the group. After all, one could never be certain what kind of crew mates your going to get if you don't at least inspect them for 'damaged' goods. Then again even as a ruthless pirate captain, she was nothing if not sweet and open-minded that she wouldn't have cared regardless. That was all mixed into the Wendy package and even though she joked about hurting people, she was not really one for violence. Not even if it meant defending herself as she could have when Tasha attacked her, but when had violence ever solved anything? Better to ignore the situation than to cause more trouble and besides Tasha seemed to have formed a big enough clique that she would have most likely being ignored. It had stung that she got to push her around so much, but not once had she shed a single tear for that girl. Besides, she didn't need to give the students more reason to harass her even with the knowledge that she had no parents to speak of.

Sure, she had Neal, but it was strange living with him especially when he was far more adjusted than she ever was. No, she wouldn't complain though because it was better than living in an orphanage as she tried to locate her brothers, though she wasn't sure what to make of it. Not that she didn't love her brothers, but well they weren't really in her mind given that they had grown up so much. It was hard for the young girl seeing all her brothers grown up and finding herself trapped in her 13 years of age give or take. Even if she did locate her brothers, she wasn't sure that was the best place for her because in essence they were like strangers to her. That didn't mean she would stop loving them, but they hadn't had the same experiences or could probably even attempt to relate to her. In the end if they did suggest leaving Storybrooke, she would probably deny their suggestion because even though this place wasn't home, it was becoming one. It would merely take some time to get sorted assuming Tasha didn't even up making things harder. Still, she had a feeling her troubles with Tasha were just beginning and she was right on the bottom of the school yard food chain. Which was not exactly the best spot to be, but it was only her first day of school. Surely it couldn't get much worse, but it wasn't like she would complain anyways.

She flicked her gaze back proudly at her latest crew member, trying to really get into her character of captain even though she too no chance of anything happening. She watched half amused as he seemed to contemplate the fact that she had denied the fact that he didn't have a ship at all. Which probably made it all more comical given that this had been just some game to her and here was this man actually taking an interest in what she enjoyed. Though his question about what she should be called made her stop as she contemplated it herself. She could go by her real name, but that was rather boring. Surely she had read about some sort of Pirate name, trying to look her memories of books on Pirates.

"You may call me...Captain Rum. Welcome to the Chum Bucket," replied Wendy triumphantly as she finally figured out a name for herself.

Oh yes, she was having quite a bit of fun with this especially since he was letting her take charge of it all and not being mean about any of it. Probably why she was continuing this charades instead of giving it up the moment he stepped foot onto the boat, having not realized he was in fact here. The simple fact that he had played into her delusions allowed her to continue her little game which made her so happy. Especially after that truly awful day spent at school and getting pushed around. Though she did catch the small smile gracing the man's face, which was good. She always tried to make one person smile around her and it seemed that her childlike delusions were giving him such amusement. She nodded when he mentioned that it was a heinous crime to take a captain's cookies and even suggested a better form of punishment.

"Perhaps, but the treasure room is just as torturous you see. For there is a dragon down there and he can hypnotize people into hitting themselves for hours. Plus he sings really off key," informed Wendy, winking a bit as she pointed for some of her members to bring her cookies.

She was actually enjoying herself even if her arm was starting to became painful to use, but that wouldn't prevent her from her fun. She could tolerate pain since she was actually quite accident prone around where she was from, including the time she accidentally burned herself. Which ended with her having second degree burns along her right forearm and a new aversion to fire. Not that she cared much since she avoided it anyways as much as possible. She was just about to ask him something when he seemed to hunch over, giving her another 'pep' talk about her demoted guard. It was actually fun having an adult really get into things rather than yelling at her to stop this nonsense. Even better when he was sharing secrets with her as she pretended to ponder his decision.

"Hmm you are right there. The prisoner needs to be taught a lesson. You two...bring him back. He can rot in his watery grave and join Davey Jones," informed Wendy, nodding to the man like he had done good work.

She beamed proudly as she shouted out orders to to tie rocks to his feet so he couldn't get back on deck. It was kind of nice being in charge of it all, playing around with the man even if it was his ship. Still, he didn't seem too mad at the fact she was here unannounced, which was a good sign. Though she was starting to show signs that her right wrist wasn't in the best condition, from the way she didn't exactly flaunt it as much. She was still enthusiastic as ever, but she was abusing an obviously injured joint not that you would know first hand. It was only as she progressed longer into her world, that the pain started to get to her, yet not a single tear was shed. Why should she complain over something like a sprained if not broken wrist? Wasn't like anyone would care? And truthfully she didn't want to bother Neal with his problems.

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words:  1227
tag:  Killian Jones
clothes:  clicky
notes:  Captain Wendy reporting for duty, sir.
credit: template is made by xxdawnxx from caution.

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Wendy Darling
Note: proper gif coming soon!

It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Killian wasn't sure how the little lass was going to react. He could have startled her, frightened her -- given his reputation -- or who knows what else. But instead of reacting in anything akin to fear or discomfort, she continued the game. He could instantly tell with the way she raised her chin and approached him, saying that she didn't see his ship, only hers. "I see . . . " He said, raising an eyebrow as he pretended to mull over what this all meant. "And what should I and the rest of ye here crew be calling you?" He questioned. He of course knew her name, but was continuing to feed into the young girl's active imagination. Besides, there was no harm being done.

She was without her parents, and her brothers were adults. He knew that feeling of being out of place quite well indeed. And if this helped ease any of that, who was he to deprive her. He continued to watch her as she spoke to the imaginary crew she had created, claiming that one had been demoted to treasure guard. The statement caused a smile of amusement to form on his lips which only remained when she further added that he got the job of first mate, for the other kept eating her peanut butter cookies. "Oye, that is indeed a heinous crime," Hook said, adding to the exaggeration and histrionics. "Perhaps he best walk the plank instead. Seems a more fitting punishment for the crime." Of eating cookies, apparently.

Of course it was all in good humor and fun, and he had to admit that she had quite the active imagination. It was refreshing to see and reminded him, if only for a moment, what it would have been like to have a child remain on his ship . . . as Bae once had. The boy was far different than Wendy of course. She was more, imaginative. Playful. And Hook would not discourage either. He moved a little closer to her, as if about to tell her a secret, slightly hunching over, blocking the view of her 'crew' -- or the general direction they were supposed to be based on what he had seen from her actions. "If he does indeed have a face that resembles a fish, why not send him to his kin." In the water, by walking the plank. "Just a humble suggestion from your newly promoted first mate," he added on, standing upright once more.

[Wendy Darling]

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Wendy was actually surprised that he was taking so well to her little made up world considering that most grown up wouldn't like some child bossing them around. True, it was only really in fun, but even when she'd pay pretend with some of her nannies they always reprimanded her for such nonsense. So she was a bit nervous about how to handle the situation especially since she didn't really know him all that well. Yet, he seemed to take it all in good fun for which she was relieved as she circled him as though inspecting her newest member to the group. After all, one could never be certain what kind of crew mates your going to get if you don't at least inspect them for 'damaged' goods. Then again even as a ruthless pirate captain, she was nothing if not sweet and open-minded that she wouldn't have cared regardless. That was all mixed into the Wendy package and even though she joked about hurting people, she was not really one for violence. Not even if it meant defending herself as she could have when Tasha attacked her, but when had violence ever solved anything? Better to ignore the situation than to cause more trouble and besides Tasha seemed to have formed a big enough clique that she would have most likely being ignored. It had stung that she got to push her around so much, but not once had she shed a single tear for that girl. Besides, she didn't need to give the students more reason to harass her even with the knowledge that she had no parents to speak of.

Sure, she had Neal, but it was strange living with him especially when he was far more adjusted than she ever was. No, she wouldn't complain though because it was better than living in an orphanage as she tried to locate her brothers, though she wasn't sure what to make of it. Not that she didn't love her brothers, but well they weren't really in her mind given that they had grown up so much. It was hard for the young girl seeing all her brothers grown up and finding herself trapped in her 13 years of age give or take. Even if she did locate her brothers, she wasn't sure that was the best place for her because in essence they were like strangers to her. That didn't mean she would stop loving them, but they hadn't had the same experiences or could probably even attempt to relate to her. In the end if they did suggest leaving Storybrooke, she would probably deny their suggestion because even though this place wasn't home, it was becoming one. It would merely take some time to get sorted assuming Tasha didn't even up making things harder. Still, she had a feeling her troubles with Tasha were just beginning and she was right on the bottom of the school yard food chain. Which was not exactly the best spot to be, but it was only her first day of school. Surely it couldn't get much worse, but it wasn't like she would complain anyways.

She flicked her gaze back proudly at her latest crew member, trying to really get into her character of captain even though she too no chance of anything happening. She watched half amused as he seemed to contemplate the fact that she had denied the fact that he didn't have a ship at all. Which probably made it all more comical given that this had been just some game to her and here was this man actually taking an interest in what she enjoyed. Though his question about what she should be called made her stop as she contemplated it herself. She could go by her real name, but that was rather boring. Surely she had read about some sort of Pirate name, trying to look her memories of books on Pirates.

"You may call me...Captain Rum. Welcome to the Chum Bucket," replied Wendy triumphantly as she finally figured out a name for herself.

Oh yes, she was having quite a bit of fun with this especially since he was letting her take charge of it all and not being mean about any of it. Probably why she was continuing this charades instead of giving it up the moment he stepped foot onto the boat, having not realized he was in fact here. The simple fact that he had played into her delusions allowed her to continue her little game which made her so happy. Especially after that truly awful day spent at school and getting pushed around. Though she did catch the small smile gracing the man's face, which was good. She always tried to make one person smile around her and it seemed that her childlike delusions were giving him such amusement. She nodded when he mentioned that it was a heinous crime to take a captain's cookies and even suggested a better form of punishment.

"Perhaps, but the treasure room is just as torturous you see. For there is a dragon down there and he can hypnotize people into hitting themselves for hours. Plus he sings really off key," informed Wendy, winking a bit as she pointed for some of her members to bring her cookies.

She was actually enjoying herself even if her arm was starting to became painful to use, but that wouldn't prevent her from her fun. She could tolerate pain since she was actually quite accident prone around where she was from, including the time she accidentally burned herself. Which ended with her having second degree burns along her right forearm and a new aversion to fire. Not that she cared much since she avoided it anyways as much as possible. She was just about to ask him something when he seemed to hunch over, giving her another 'pep' talk about her demoted guard. It was actually fun having an adult really get into things rather than yelling at her to stop this nonsense. Even better when he was sharing secrets with her as she pretended to ponder his decision.

"Hmm you are right there. The prisoner needs to be taught a lesson. You two...bring him back. He can rot in his watery grave and join Davey Jones," informed Wendy, nodding to the man like he had done good work.

She beamed proudly as she shouted out orders to to tie rocks to his feet so he couldn't get back on deck. It was kind of nice being in charge of it all, playing around with the man even if it was his ship. Still, he didn't seem too mad at the fact she was here unannounced, which was a good sign. Though she was starting to show signs that her right wrist wasn't in the best condition, from the way she didn't exactly flaunt it as much. She was still enthusiastic as ever, but she was abusing an obviously injured joint not that you would know first hand. It was only as she progressed longer into her world, that the pain started to get to her, yet not a single tear was shed. Why should she complain over something like a sprained if not broken wrist? Wasn't like anyone would care? And truthfully she didn't want to bother Neal with his problems.

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words:  1227
tag:  Killian Jones
clothes:  clicky
notes:  Captain Wendy reporting for duty, sir.
credit: template is made by xxdawnxx from caution.