Hats, Hearts, & Hooks (Hook)

[Grace Hatter]

Grace wasn’t sure how Papa would feel if he knew what she was up to. On the one hand, she suspected he’d be a little proud of just how much she’d learned. It always amazed Grace just how silently Papa could move. She always thought he would make an excellent thief. Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe he was so good at sneaking around because he’d been a thief before he’d ever been a mushroom seller. Grace knew that he hadn’t always been one. She couldn’t remember a time before. But the neighbors said it wasn’t always so. But they didn’t know what he’d done. Grace was of course curious; but, Papa had a hard time talking about things before Mama’s death. She didn’t want to make him feel bad by asking difficult questions. So Papa’s past for the most part remained a secret. She knew that if she really wanted to know, if she asked Papa would always answer. Papa never lied, not to her! But...She couldn’t take that pain that flashed across his face when she asked about Mama or..anything before it was the two of them against the world.

Papa would surely be impressed with just how much Grace had improved. She was always watching him. And so she’d learned to move the way he did, silently. Sneaking was all but second nature by now. And recently..Well she’d had reason to hone the skill. She wasn’t exactly proud of what she was about to do but..It was necessary! She hadn’t found a single portal in this area. She had to start looking somewhere else! Papa...Every day he looked worse and worse in the mirror! He hadn’t given up. He continued to make the hats like...Well...She didn’t at all care for that gleam in his eyes or the obsessive behavior. But she wouldn't think it! She wouldn't think he worked like a man possessed, like someone...possibly deranged, unstable.

 Papa...Papa was unwell! He was hurting! And Grace couldn’t even call out to him, tell her she was there, that she saw; and, she believed in him! It hurt! It really hurt! Papa had lost confidence because of her selfish wish! And now he was trapped in another land! But Grace would find him! This was just like one of their games, hide and seek! Only the rules were slightly different. She knew where he was. She just had to find a way to get to him! But in the end she’d call out, “Papa, I found you"! He’d come running to her like he always he did, scoop her up in his arms and hold her close! It would be...

She was shaking a little, hiding below decks, waiting for the ship to set sail. How could she think it would be alright?! She’d seen his neck the scars...And with the mirror..She knew exactly how he’d gotten it! Because of her...The Queen of Hearts had chopped off Papa’s head! His head! Papa had lost it! Yes...Someone had apparently sewn it back on; but, that didn’t make it okay! She couldn’t imagine living through something so horrible! His head had been separated from his body!

And now...Grace was trying her hardest to get to him; and, Papa was working his hardest to get to her. But...Their feelings alone...Were they enough to reach?! So far they hadn’t been! Day in and day out, it was failure after failure for both of them! Papa couldn’t get a hat to work. Grace couldn’t find a portal. She was helpless! All she could do was watch over him like a ghost. As much as she screamed, as much as she wept, he could hear nothing. Once in a fit of depression when the neighbors were out and so she knew they wouldn’t hear, wouldn’t worry, she flung the mirror across the wall. The intention hadn’t been to break it of course. Now it was the only connection between her and Papa even if it was only a one way mirror. But...It had just gotten to be too much. Papa had finished another hat and just...Nothing!

Why?! Why had she believed that time would be different?! Why had she stoked her hopes until they were blazing?! Just...She’d found nothing. He’d made nothing. So many days...Grace had lost track of how long Papa had been gone.

Here time was the enemy. She didn’t want to measure the passing of days. It was depressing. It was better if one day could just bleed into the next without noting the passage of time at all. It was just another day without Papa. Another week. Another year. Another birthday. Another Christmas. No Papa. Just Grace and the neighbors who couldn’t possibly understand Grace’s sense of loss or the guilt that plagued her for the cruel separation. Honestly, sometimes she felt closer to her magic mirror than them. The mirror was the only thing that could show her Papa, let her know he was alright. Only he wasn’t alright! He was sick and unhappy! He was miserable! And all he could do was make hat after hat! Each day as she gazed in the mirror she’d fight to be optimistic. She’d whisper “You can do it Papa!”, knowing he would never hear her. But...she had to try and encourage him in her own way! She couldn’t admit she was entirely powerless to help her beloved Papa when he was trapped in a faraway world. But each day more and more of her hope slipped away. Another hat. Another failure. Sometimes even her faith could waver; and, she’d wonder if she’d ever really see her papa again.

Today...Today was such a day. But..She hadn’t given up! She hadn’t! That’s why she’s smuggled herself aboard this ship! Maybe Papa would be upset if he knew...But she couldn’t just sit back and do nothing while he worked so hard! She knew the neighbors would be upset, especially since this wasn’t the first time she’d disappeared. But...What could she do?! They weren’t looking for him. She tried not to blame them for that. He wasn’t their family after all. But Papa was Grace’s, the only family she had in all the worlds! She had to do her very best to help! Just why...Why wasn't anything she did good enough?!  Because she was weak...Because she'd been selfish..Papa suffered!

She just...She wished the neighbors hadn’t given up on Papa. They didn’t think he was ever coming back. But he was! Soon Grace and him would be a family again! She’d make it so! She just...Had to hold on a bit longer, had to be brave!

Grace wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them to her chest. Then she laid her head on top of her knees. That way even if someone should stumble upon her, they wouldn’t see the tears.

[Killian Jones]

what are you

DOING ABOARD MY SHIP

"Prepare to set sail, Lads!" Hook called out as everyone took their position. The sails were opened, the anchor was lifted, and Hook stood near the steering of the wheel. They had remained on land for the night to replenish and as always, they'd enjoyed their night at the tavern . . . enjoyable activities for Hook that had continued on to the early hours of the morning. But now, it was time to move on. Time to return to his mission. His obsession. His need for vengeance. It was a third that would not be quenched until the Dark One was destroyed once and for all . . . and the only possible way to do that seemed to be with the use of a special dagger. One that Hook still couldn't seem to find.

Once they moved well aware from land, Hook pulled out his flask, realizing it was empty. "Where's the rum?" He questioned, his crew mates looking amongst themselves, clueless. "We're all out Capn'!" Smee informed him. "But there's more below deck," he added on. "Well then why don't you make yourself useful and go get it," he ordered with thinly veiled patience. Smee scurried off, hurrying down to the cellar where they kept the extra barrels of rum. They did of course have to ensure they were well stocked. As he began to remove the barrel, it fell out of his hands when he saw what was behind it. His eyes widened with shock as he stared at the unexpected guest, clearly having no idea what to do.

"Uh . . . Cap'n!" He called out, hoping Hook heard him. After a couple of seconds when he didn't get a response, he tried again. "CAP'N!" He called, his voice raised. He then heard footsteps, making their way toward the source of his desperate calling. "What the bloody hell is wrong?" Hook questioned rhetorically as he began to descend the stairs. "If you can't lift a barrel, then you are more useless than I ever thought possible. Perhaps you should stick to simpler tasks such as mopping the deck if you can't --" Hook stopped mid-sentence as he finally stood by Smee's side, his eyes following his first mate's gaze . . . which rested on a little girl.

[Grace Hatter]

Sneaking onto the Jolly Roger hadn’t been all that complicated. Perhaps it was because Grace was adept at moving slightly. Perhaps her small size aided her. And the lighting was never ideal at night which also helped. But part of it was her information network. Well...That sounded too grand didn’t it? It wasn’t like she had all these connections or anything. But children were often overlooked. People would speak as though they couldn’t hear or wouldn’t understand. And a sweet smile went a long way. So long as you didn’t ask things children obviously shouldn’t, people were more willing to indulge your whims. Although for Grace it wasn’t a whim. She was on a serious mission here, portal hunting for Papa!

Grace had learned the Jolly Roger’s patterns. Not like they were being particularly discreet about them. They stayed in the same types of taverns. And the ship was pretty much unguarded at night. They left maybe one stray person behind to stand watch. It shifted depending upon the night. But the rest of the crew were...otherwise occupied.  (Sometimes even those supposed to be standing guard were otherwise distracted. Although she hadn't been so lucky.) She knew that night was the time to strike and that they’d likely be setting sail first thing in the morning. She wasn’t exactly sure where they were headed. That part they were much more secretive about, likely because it involved their work. Or maybe they themselves hadn’t figured out where they were going. But in any case...It wasn’t here. The ship would take Grace somewhere else where she could look for portals.

Some people might wonder why exactly Grace had chosen to infiltrate the Jolly Roger of all ships. Captain Hook and Captain Blackbeard had the fiercest reputations as far as pirates went. But that was exactly why Grace had chosen this ship. Captain Hook’s crew was clever, capable, and resourceful. Odds were good, they could get her somewhere in one piece so long as she wasn’t discovered ahead of time. And besides that, pirates were best for what she wanted. Most people didn’t know the first thing about portals or magical artifacts like that.

Grace knew a bit about portals thanks to Papa. If Papa’s hat hadn’t been taken...She could use it to get to him. But Papa had brought it with him for the queen’s assignment. And Grace knew thanks to the sorcerer that the queen had it still. She wasn’t insane enough to try and steal something from the queen! No, she knew she wasn’t that good! Although she wasn’t entirely certain it would count as stealing since it belonged to Papa and not the queen. But the point was the queen would consider her a thief! If she was caught...She’d be in BIG trouble!  And asking the queen nicely for it was out of the question. 

Grace had spoken with the queen about a week after Papa's disappearance.  She'd been stunned the queen was actually willing to see her.  But the woman hadn't been honest.  She'd only said that yes, she'd sent Papa on an assignment but didn't know what had become of him.  If she went back, even assuming the queen would see her again, she'd be upset that Grace was asking for the hat. It would mean that Grace didn't believe her.

She didn't blame the queen for what happened to Papa. How could she?!  The queen had lost her own father.  And when Grace had met her, the woman had seemed so sad and lonely in her eyes.  She'd wanted very much to make her smile, to make her happy.  And family was really important!  Besides, the queen's father was much older than Papa! It would be awful if he died in a faraway land with no family to comfort him.  Being younger, Papa had more time to make it back!

No..If anyone was to blame it was her.  She'd asked for something she should have known was too expensive.  (Although she'd never dreamed it would cost as much as one silver!) And...This really wasn't helping anything!  She was depressed enough today. There was no reason to repeat that awful day, the worst day in her life, recall all those things she'd done wrong.  Focus on her portal hunting quest!

Papa’s hat was unique though, different from most portals. You typically only got one use per portal. You’d throw something like a bean and then it disappeared forever when you go to some new world. There were mirrors that worked much the same way. But...Grace hadn’t found any of them! That was another reason she’d smuggled herself onto one of the best pirate ships in all the land. If anyone was likely to know about portals, it was a pirate. To be a good thief, information was your bread and butter. (That was another reason Grace had always wondered if perhaps once Papa had been a thief. He really seemed to know a great deal about many rare, hard to come by things.) So it was possible they’d heard something about a portal or even had one. And while Grace hid away on their ship...She might overhear something important!

Grace’s tears had dried by the time she heard someone head down into the cellars. She held her breath and tried her best to keep still. With a little luck the person would pass straight by her. She was well hidden behind the barrel. So long as the barrel wasn’t moved...

Of course fate wasn’t so kind. Soon she was staring up at a man with a funny little red hat. It wasn’t anywhere near as nice as the ones Papa had. But it was still pleasant enough. More importantly, she knew who the hat belong to, a certain Mr. Smee. Yes, she’d done her research. She’d tried to learn as much as possible about the Jolly Roger and its crew before smuggling herself aboard.

Rather than address her, Mr. Smee screamed for the captain. Grace’s heart sunk. She’d been hoping she’d have a little more time before the captain was called for so she could potentially think up a plan. Running was pointless. Mr. Smee had seen her. Maybe she could hide somewhere else for a little while; but, the crew knew every inch of this ship. Even assuming she continuously moved around, if they wanted to find her they would. She knew from her research that the captain very much valued the Jolly Roger. It was more than just a ship. So there was simply no way to avoid detection now that the crew had been made aware of her presence.

That being the case, it was best to face the captain boldly. She was terrified because she knew pirates were rarely fond of stowaways. But if it was between finding her now or cornering her later...She figured the captain would be in a much better mood if she didn’t force his crew to suffer a long search. Perhaps she was being conceited; but, she did believe it would take them some time to find her. Papa always felt she was exceptionally good at hide and seek. And her small size would be an asset as she could squeeze into tiny spaces most of the crew couldn’t.

The “What the bloody hell is wrong?” did nothing to settle her nerves as the captain descended the stairs. But she kept all her fears locked inside, smiling sweetly up at Mr. Smee, the man who’d found her.

And then here he was, the infamous Captain Hook. The way she heard it, he was much older than he looked. Apparently he and his crew had spent a number of years in Neverland, centuries if the stories were to be believed. But now certainly wasn’t the time to get into all that!

Now..If she had funds now would be the ideal time to offer them. But..Papa and her had been poor; and, the neighbors weren’t any better off financially. With her quick reflexes and her ability to move silently, she probably could have stolen something. But...She felt bad enough about smuggling herself aboard someone else’s ship. And she’d only done it because it was absolutely necessary! There were no portals here. She was sure of it! So she had to widen her search!

So yes...She couldn’t offer money in exchange for a ride. Even as Grace assessed the situation, calmly reasoning out her best move, her heart was beating like mad. She was..simply put very frightened. She had absolutely no idea what the captain intended on doing with her. But her face was as complacent as ever. By now, she was all too good at hiding her feelings.

What she did know was when dealing with pirates, it was best not to reveal even the briefest trace of fear. They’d take advantage, poke and prod until you were nothing but a shivering bundle of nerves. So she stood tall and proud, looking up to meet the captain’s gaze. Stare him in the eyes! Do not break connection!  Show no fear!

But being bold didn’t mean you couldn’t be civil. Grace smiled warmly up at Hook before curtseying.

“Hello Captain Hook! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance! And you as well Mr. Smee!” she said kindly, nodding in his direction as well.

“My name is Grace Hatter!” she added brightly. She knew their names; and, they might find it rude if she kept her own to herself. Besides, she liked giving it. Her name was one of the few connections she had left with Papa. The two of them shared a last name. And he and Mama had picked her first name together.

“I am terribly sorry about stowing away like this!” Accept responsibility. It might earn her a shred of goodwill. She couldn’t deny that she’d sneaked her way in here anyways. “I need to go somewhere else to look for something important, you see. But I don’t have the funds to pay you. Perhaps it would be possible to exchange services for a ride.” That was really all she had to offer. She hoped it would be enough. At least Captain Hook did seem the type to look past appearances. He’d accepted Mr. Smee as part of his crew after all. Most would just write Grace off as a child, assuming there was nothing useful she could do. Hopefully, Captain Hook would be different and actually consider what she had to offer.

“Children can be pirates too,” she said smoothly. Not all children were as fortunate as Grace, to have been raised in a loving home. She knew there were children who did all sorts of things to survive. Age alone told you almost nothing. Surely a captain who had lived for centuries would realize this. She could help him!

[Killian Jones]

what are you

DOING ABOARD MY SHIP

Hook just stared at the girl as she properly greeted them -- seeming to know exactly who he was -- and then introduced herself. She explained her reason for being here, apologizing for sneaking on and offering to do what she could because . . . well, she stated that children could be pirates too. The last child that Killian had aboard his ship was Bae, and that had ended tragically. He had loved the boy. He wanted to embrace him as his own for he had been a part of Milah. But alas, it was not meant to be. Rumple's lies had given him false preconceived notions about him. How very convenient.

But this girl . . . this child, Killian had no idea who they were. Well, obviously he now knew her name. "Where exactly is it that you plan to go to with the intention of using my ship?" He questioned. His voice was not hostile, but it was not overly friendly. He was speaking to her like an adult . . . she did not seem one who needed to be babied. There was something about her though; something that was all too familiar. Something he had witnessed amongst the Lost Boys in Neverland. Easily detectable after all the time he spent with them. "And what is it you seek?" He further inquired.

He was not about to change his own mission, but there was of course no harm in hearing the girl out . . . especially since he had no where else to take her right now. They were too far away from land. "Look little lass, I don't know what it is you expect from me, but you should know better than to meddle with pirates." Though he would never hurt her. He may be known as ruthless and cruel, but he would not hurt an innocent child. "I take it you've run away from where you live," he stated, his words meant to prompt a further explanation from her. He could tell from the look behind her seemingly bright eyes that there was an expression of loss. Undoubtedly, the loss of parents.

[Grace Hatter]

Grace continued to smile, eyes locked on Hook’s. She wouldn’t break connection, wouldn’t show fear! And as far as she could discern, things were going well. His question was fair. No his tone wasn’t particularly friendly; but, at least it wasn’t hostile. And he was speaking to her as if not an equal at least an adult, not some silly little girl who was in over her head. Although depending upon what he wanted from her, she might very well be in over her head. But that would have nothing to do with her age. That was more along the lines of she was homeless and penniless at the moment and at the mercy of a fierce pirate. She had her skills true. But right now they hardly included sword fighting. She’d never so much as lifted a sword. No in this position when she was trapped on a ship, their ship, they had every advantage. She could hide; but, she couldn’t run not on a vessel in the middle of the sea. There was nowhere to go. Eventually they’d catch her. She was confident in her ability to keep them at bay for a while. But in the end it would be their victory not hers.

“I have no intention of disrupting your travel plans. I’ll go wherever you’re headed,” she said smoothly, direct and to the point. Pirates were fond of quick answers as far as she could tell. If he didn’t ask for details, she wasn’t going to divulge them. It was best to speak when spoken to until she had a better sense of the man’s character. Be cautious. Stay on guard! But always be polite and courteous! And most importantly...Show no fear!

“I’m looking for a portal but not just any one will do. I need one that can take me to Wonderland,” she explained. Hopefully these pirates would have no interest in such a thing. If they did, she’d have a problem.

“I don’t expect anything from you,” she said fiercely, amber orbs boring into his sapphire pools. Her tone was not bitter but simply determined, willful. The neighbors wouldn’t help her; and, Papa the only family she had in all the world was gone. No, she knew the only person she could rely on right now was herself. She’d been fortunate to have someone to look after her for so long but now, it was just her. Until Papa and her were reunited...Sadly...It wasn’t the two of them against the world. Each one of them had to be against their own world. Grace could only hope that time and distance wouldn’t destroy their special bond, that somehow even across realms their hearts were connected. But...As the days bled together...She didn’t know. She couldn’t help but worry that time had shattered that precious connection.

And...There was something that really bothered her. There was a special flute...Only children who felt abandoned or unwanted were supposed to hear its melody. To everyone else...There was nothing. But she’d heard it that night, been drawn to it. Her feet had moved on their own and then..She was lucky she was a girl. Otherwise she would have disappeared like all the rest. But Peter Pan didn’t want girls. Even among outcasts...She was an outcast.

But...Why?! Why could she hear it?! It felt like the most vile betrayal to Papa! She hadn’t been abandoned! She wasn’t unwanted! It was all a horrible accident! And she’d find him again! She would! Nothing would keep them apart! She just..Had to work harder, hang in there a bit longer!

“Perhaps meddling with pirates isn’t anyone’s first choice. It certainly wasn’t mine. But I’m desperate.” Despite the intensity the words implied, her tone was calm. It was best to be collected, in control when negotiating with pirates which was what she considered this little exchange, a negotiation. She was after all trying to trade a service for a service. She simply didn’t know what they would ask of her yet.

But yes...She was desperate. She’d do absolutely anything to get Papa back. There was no point in hiding it. She wouldn’t have smuggled herself aboard one of the most terrifying pirate ships if she wasn’t desperate. It was better to openly acknowledge her state rather than have them force it out of her. Wield it like a weapon. Pirates should understand that desperate people were dangerous. Desperation could be a weakness; but, it could also be a strength, give someone that extra push they needed to accomplish something crucial. Grace would own up to her intense feeling and make it a strength! Nothing would stand in her way! She was getting Papa back!

Grace didn’t particularly want to get into how she’d run away. But yes...She had. She’d left the neighbors. They didn’t think Papa was ever coming back. They wouldn’t help her search. They thought she should just stay with them forever. They’d given up on him! She couldn’t! So she’d left to do what she could on her own.

“Yes, I have,” she said simply. How..How could he know that? Well...She supposed most children weren’t stowaways. But couldn’t she have pulled this stunt out of some sense of adventure?! Could he really tell just by looking at her?! Was her smile unconvincing?! But how?! She’d worked so hard to mask her emotions! Even her eyes shouldn’t betray her like this! But yes...The eyes were always the hardest to conceal. She supposed...a perceptive person could notice, see the loss within. And if the rumors were to be believed, Hook had centuries of experience.

[Killian Jones]

what are you

DOING ABOARD MY SHIP

She immediately responded telling him that she did not intend to cause disruption to his initial plans. Not that she had much of a choice but to go along with wherever Hook wished . . . but still. It made her presence here curious. Not to mention the fact that she seemed to show a significant amount of confidence and courage in the way she addressed him. She was looking for Wonderland eh. "Well love, your best bet for Wonderland is obtaining a magic bean to open a portal." He didn't have any issue revealing this information to her in case she did not know.

It wasn't as if magic beans were a secret. Only their location was. "Which is far easier said than done for they are quite scarce." The last time Hook had gotten his hands on one, he'd used it to go to Neverland. Not something he could fully say he regretted since he discovered how to destroy the Dark One . . . but it had been a long stay, too long for his liking. He couldn't help but chuckle when she spoke strongly about how she didn't expect anything from him. "Ah, but you already do little lass. You expect me to not get rid of you." It was better than bluntly saying 'not to kill you' for she was but a child after all. A smirk played on his features as he spoke the words, displaying amusement in the suggestion.

She admitted she was desperate, and had she been an adult, he would have most certainly preyed on that. Found a way to twist this desperation to his advantage. But again, she was a child and Hook was not entirely heartless when it came to young ones. "What is it in Wonderland that makes you so desperate to go there?" He inquired. Had she not been so young . . . he would have already dismissed her and not bothered questioning her reasons.

If he couldn't gain any benefit, he would have made her walk the plank by now. But alas. She was a child. A young girl, venturing through a dangerous world filled with threat and now wanting to go to an entirely different realm that was far from safe or secure. She confirmed that she had run away from home and Hook continued to look at her, slightly raising an eyebrow. She was seeking something, that much was evident. And that something, was very clearly worth dying for, because the risk she took merely coming aboard his ship was indeed an immense one.

[Grace Hatter]

Yes, Grace knew that she didn’t have any choice as to where the crew went. She wasn’t so deluded. But she’d wanted to make it clear that she’d never presume to ask them to change course. All she wanted was to be somewhere else. And the Jolly Roger could grant that wish. By itself it couldn’t take her to new worlds. But it could travel to new lands like Arendelle or Agrabah or...Anywhere in this world. Well anywhere you could get to by boat. This ship had weathered some of the fiercest storms if stories were to be believed.

Grace didn’t care one way or the other where she went next. She'd exhausted every last resource here. She was confident there were no portals besides Papa’s hat in this kingdom. And Papa’s hat was unobtainable. So she had to go somewhere else. Where didn’t matter. She’d have to conduct research and investigations to determine if the next place had what she sought. All she could do now was gather information and look.

“Beans aren’t the only portals. Portals can take many forms. There are mirrors and even hats,” she enlightened him. Her tone wasn’t patronizing but calm and collected, informative, a tone one might use when giving a presentation not to show off but to educate. She simply wished to make it apparent that this wasn’t some whimsical quest. She was taking it very seriously. She’d put a lot of hard work into this so far, a great deal of time and effort. There were many sleepless nights and dreary mornings. Grace was determined! Even as her hope was prone to fade and slip after countless failures after so much time staring into the mirror knowing how much Papa was suffering..Even still she refused to give up! She couldn’t!

She understood that the world wouldn’t be handed to her on a silver platter. If she didn’t fight for her reunion, who would? The neighbors weren’t willing to get involved. It was up to her and Papa! Even if they were no longer connected...She wouldn’t let him do this alone! She had to do her part too! And she would! She’d fight forever if she had to, until her very last breath! Papa was worth it, all the time and effort and even the tears! Papa was worth everything! No one was more important in Grace’s world!

She nodded her head in understanding when he explained they were quite rare. She knew that all too well. “That’s why I came here. There are no portals in this land. I need to look somewhere else.”

Grace shook her head when the pirate asserted she had expectations. “No, I don’t expect anything from you,” she repeated. “But as you’ve discovered me, what can I do but negotiate? I understand I’m at your mercy; and, you’re free to throw my overboard. I can swim; but, that wouldn’t save me, not here. I’m too far from land.” No...Eventually she’d tire herself out. When she was too weak to stroke..Perhaps she’s sink. She knew how to float. But even if she floated on her back she’d likely starve to death before anyone found her.  No, she'd be a bloated corpse by the time someone passed her by.

Her words had been serene. Yes, she was still terrified. Pirates weren’t exactly known for their kind hearts. Being a child was no guarantee of safety. Young or old, male or female...Some people simply didn’t care. And everyone knew pirates hated stowaways.

“I’m not expecting anything; but, I am hoping that you’ll listen.”  Hopes and expectations were entirely different things. At least so far, things seemed to be going well. He’d been decently polite, never trying to interrupt her. He hadn’t tuned her out or written her off as some silly little girl. So hopefully he was open to the idea of exchanging services. She could be useful!

Grace was a little surprised he cared about her reasons. But he’d asked so she would answer. It wasn’t wise to try and avoid a pirate’s question, not when you were corned on their ship at least. “Someone important was trapped there. I want to get back to my papa,” she replied, voice stoic even as she felt like crying. Her eyes betrayed little trace of her intense feelings. They didn’t moisten or water. She was in deal making territory. Strong emotions had no place here. She must be level headed, resolute.

“Pirates are opportunists, are they not?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “I might be a child; but, you shouldn’t underestimate me,” she said boldly. Grace might not be a fighter; but, she did have confidence in certain skills, skills they could put to good use. She could smile at the thought. Good obviously not meaning moral in this context.

“My desperation makes me strong not weak. There’s one thing I want to do, get to Wonderland. And to see that done, I’ll do anything.” Her tone was fierce as her eyes blazed with her unwavering determination. “I take it you’re a clever man, Captain Hook. I smuggled my way aboard with none the wiser. I knew both yours and Mr. Smee’s name without an introduction. I’m sure you can guess what that means. Don’t be so quick to write me off as useless or a liability.”

When she confirmed that she’d run away, Hook raised an eyebrow. She could guess why. He was a bit surprised that she’d left something supposedly safe. But what she’d had with the neighbors, that wasn’t a home. Home was where Papa was. And if the neighbors couldn’t accept what Grace needed to do, couldn’t understand it, then she had no place there. Nothing was more important than getting back to Papa! She wouldn’t sit idly by while he worked so hard! She would give this portal hunting mission everything she had!

“I’m willing to die for what I want.” She understood she’d taken that risk sneaking onto the Jolly Roger. And this was hardly the first time she’d done something dangerous. Acquiring information wasn’t always safe, not the type she wanted. “Someone willing to die is strong. You can use me,” she assured him. “I won’t complain, won’t falter even if it’s risky because death can’t hurt as much as this. And like I said, I’m willing to do anything to get what I want.”

[Killian Jones]

what are you

DOING ABOARD MY SHIP

How precious. The girl believed she was telling him something he didn't already know. Either that, or she was merely expressing how much she knew. Whatever the case, it caused an amused smile to form on his lips. His centuries of life allowed him to build knowledge on many a things.

"Which is distinctly why I said that beans were your best bet. For as difficult as they are to come buy, mirrors and hats are even more difficult." Mirrors were often in the possession of those who wouldn't be so willing to grant another the use of them. She then elaborated, explaining that was why she had come here . . . for there were no portals in the land. "You sure you're looking in the right spots?" He asked with slight teasing. "Best be careful little lass. Searching for a portal is no easy task and you will encounter many unsavory characters along the way." She was fortunate that he did not believe in needlessly killing children . . . however she was not aware of that, and yet she still sneaked aboard his ship.

He then chuckled in amusement at her defiance, continuing to claim that she expected nothing from him . . . saying that he could throw her over board because she would swim. Yet also pointing out that they were too far from land. "With the currents that are currently beneath us, you wouldn't stand a chance, little lass. Not to mention the threat of the sea creatures that dwell in these waters." The ability to swim wasn't exactly something that would always save a person. His life on sea had proved that many a times. She then said that she hoped he'd be willing to listen . . . shortly after, revealing that it was her father that was trapped in Wonderland.

Ah. Now that made more sense. Saving one's family did indeed drive a person to desperate measures. "Are you are certain he's there?" Hook questioned. He knew what it was to be without family. After Liam died . . . he had lost the only family he had. He had hoped to gain one with Milah -- and eventually Bae -- but that too had been taken from him. So yes. He knew what it was to endure the loss of family. She then went on to rhetorically question that pirates were opportunists, and that he should not overestimate her. He remained silent, allowing her to continue as she said that she was able to sneak onto his ship . . . that she knew his and his first mate's names.

"I would be disappointed if you didn't," he stated. "I like to think my reputation reaches even the youngest of people," he said with arrogance as he smirked at the girl. She explained how her determination and desperation made her strong and useful. "I admire your courage little lass, but there isn't anything you could possibly give me that I require." Unless she had the Dark One's dagger in her possession, he needed nothing from a child and he had no problem with saying that.

"With that said, there is no immediate need to throw you overboard either," he told her. "But, my dear girl, you are in over your head being here on my ship," he added on. He had many enemies, and there were many unforeseen, dangerous circumstances that could befall him. "However I will allow you to remain until we reach land. At which point, you are to depart on your own path. I have no need for a child on my ship." Blunt, he knew. But he was a pirate. There was no need to sugar coat. She would only be a hindrance to his own mission.

[Grace Hatter]

At Hook’s amused smile, Grace figured he already knew everything she’d told him. She wasn’t all that surprised. Pirates did tend to know more about rare objects. After all, they could fetch a hefty price. And this particular pirate had been around for centuries. And if he’d truly been to Neverland, he must have found at least one portal on his own, likely a bean as that was the first portal he’d described to her. Well..Technically he didn’t have to be the one who found it. But he’d gotten a hold of it anyways.

She nodded her head in agreement when he pointed out that beans as rare as they were, were still easier to come by than mirrors and hats. Oh if only he knew! Before Papa left, she’d had access to such a hat, everyday! And yes...Papa didn’t want her to use it...But she had been a curious little thing like she still was so.....once or twice...But in any case, she couldn’t get to it now!

But yes, mirrors and hats and portals like that were typically guarded by powerful sorcerers who would very much like to keep them for themselves for whatever reason. She certainly wouldn’t dream of invading the queen’s castle. Would she really have any better luck in another land? Well it was worth a try! She wasn’t suicidal after all! There was a fine line between willing to die and a death wish! She did want to get to Papa in one piece! If she was dead it was all for nothing! So she’d exhaust every last option before resorting to either asking for or stealing Papa’s hat.

“Technically, there’s one portal here,” she confessed. And as she’d been inside the castle to speak with the queen, she could even hazard a guess as to where it was located. “But getting to it the way I am now is out of the question. So I have to try somewhere else.” The queen had armed guards everywhere and was a ridiculously powerful sorcerer in her own right, the way Grace heard it.

Hook could tease all he liked; but, this wasn’t some half hearted task she’d taken up yesterday. She’d searched absolutely everywhere, including the more shady places. She’d spoken with and eavesdropped on all manner of disreputable people, the types most likely to know. She’d...gotten into trouble more than once. Fortunately she was nimble and crafty and had come to know the streets and alleyways very well. She’d put her speed and ability to hide herself, squeeze into tight spaces to good use. She’d always made it out alright although sometimes with a few scrapes and bruises to show for it.

So she was very confident that besides Papa’s hat there was nothing in this kingdom. She’d devoted much time and effort to reaching what she considered to be that sound conclusion. She knew her capabilities, her limitations even if Hook didn’t. She wouldn’t let him rattle her.

“I’m sure,” she said boldly. Her tone wasn’t arrogant but self assured. She knew she was right; and, she didn’t care what Hook thought.

Grace simply smirked when Hook warned her she’d encounter all sorts of unsavory characters. “I’m well aware.” Look who she was talking to after all. Yes, Hook had quite the reputation but it wasn’t that of a noble person.

Again she nodded her head in agreement. “If you made me walk the plank, it would only be a matter of time.” She’d like to value herself a good swimmer; but, that only went so far with currents like these. She’d have to be exceptionally lucky to survive. Some other ship would need to stumble across her quite quickly. And as he pointed out, that was saying nothing of the nefarious sea creatures who might find Grace a delectable little meal. She was small, true. But she’d wager she’d make a decent enough snack for something hungry. She’d just be soup more than chicken, an appetizer as opposed to something more substantial, a place holder.

“I’m certain he’s there. I spoke with a sorcerer; and, he did more than offer words.” Grace was the sort of person who liked to verify the facts. She wanted to believe in the best of people; but, for something so important, she needed something more. She had to know that he wasn’t trying to comfort her, saying that Papa was alive rather than dead. She’d been very afraid of that. She knew almost nothing could keep Papa from her. What if he hadn’t survived the queen’s assignment?!

Grace would mention the mirror as her evidence; but, she’d be a fool to admit she had something rare and magical like that. Hook might want it for his own purposes. Grace used the mirror to check up on her papa. But the mirror could show the holder anyone they knew. No doubt pirates would find such a thing useful. She could easily see them taking it from her by force. Fortunately, unless someone tapped into its powers, it looked like any ordinary mirror. So should they search her most tiny bag, all they’d see was a typical mirror packed alongside some stale bread and a canteen of water and the stuffed tortoise Papa had made for her. Her favorite...the rabbit, she’d traded it away for information. But at least she still had the tortoise.

“Your reputation is impressive,” she acknowledged. “But that of your crew..not so much.” She smiled apologetically at Mr. Smee. Hearing news of the infamous Captain Hook was simple. People liked to talk about him. But almost no one knew the names of the members of his crew. They weren’t considered important or significant. Cruel, she knew. A captain wasn’t truly a captain without a loyal crew to command and support him. But those men were forever lost to obscurity in the stories. No, she’d worked for all their names.

Grace grew apprehensive when he said she couldn’t give him anything he required. But she hid it well. Show no fear! She continued to lock eyes and hold herself tall. No matter how scared she was, she wouldn’t show it!

She thought it was best to choose her next words carefully. They might very well determine her fate. So she was quiet and let Hook speak.

Grace was relieved when he said there was no need to throw her over board immediately. But she betrayed no sign of it. To show relief would be to imply she’d been afraid. She continued to hold the same confident, willful, and determined expression. She wouldn’t show him her true heart, not until she could determine what sort of man he was!

In over her head? Perhaps she was. But then she’d been that way ever since that awful day when Papa had left. Everyday, it was like she was on the verge of drowning, stroking furiously just to stay afloat. She had nothing to show for her effort besides the fact that here she stood, living, breathing, and functioning however broken, however desperate and depressed.

But that was alright. Because she was a girl on a mission! And she wouldn’t stop until either she succeeded or she died! Nothing was too risky! Nothing was too dangerous! Nothing was too much! There was only too little!

“I thought a pirate would be more open minded than that,” she goaded him. Yes, it wasn’t exactly wise to provoke a pirate; but, Grace didn’t like stealing! And in a sense, that’s what she’d done by sneaking aboard, not paying her way. Since they found her and were willing to give her a lift or at least not throw her into the sea, she would like to pay her debt somehow. It was important to her! Yes, she’d needed to be..more sketchy recently. But she still had a code of honor!

“You’re honestly telling me the clever and ingenuitive Captain Hook can find no way to use a child? I can handle more than you think. And I can do things neither you nor your crew can precisely because I’m a child.” She leaned in close, offering Hook a rare devilish smile. “You see, us children are all but invisible to most adults. And they’re far more willing to trust us or at the least find us non threatening. Look at how quickly you wrote me off.”

She shook her head with a prolonged sigh, expressing her disappointment. “And here I thought the famous Captain Hook would be different. But I suppose you can’t envision the possibilities better than any of the rest of them. So all that creativity was just talk after all.”

Grace straightened up. “But I suppose it’s no skin off my nose. If you’d rather give me a free ride than try to get your money's worth out of me, that’s your business.”

[Killian Jones]

what are you

DOING ABOARD MY SHIP

She spoke of how there was a portal here, however accessing it was more difficult, which had caused her to search elsewhere. And she seemed fairly confident that there was no way to travel between the realms in the land she was coming from. Seemed that she would be aimlessly searching until she found what she was looking for. At least she conceded to the fact that if he forced her to walk the plank, she would not survive the waters long. He gave a small nod of acknowledgment. Stronger people than her had perished under such circumstances. She further expressed confidence by saying that she spoke with a sorcerer who confirmed. "And which sorcerer is that?" He questioned, more curious about the who rather than what was said or what he did to confirm where her father was.

She then told him that his reputation was impressive, and that his crews was not. He merely smirked at her words. "If you knew as much about pirates as you claim you do, then you'd be aware that this is always the case." Ships were defined by their captains; not by the crew men. Why else would one strive to be Captain? For the glory. For the name. For the reputation. And it was privilege to sail under well known Captains. He then gave a taunting chuckle as she told him that she thought he was more open minded, going into an explanation of how she believed she could have been useful. Hook disagreed.

"And here I thought you were not as naive as most other children, but it would seem you have proved me wrong." Perhaps he should stop speaking to her like an adult if she was going to make such suggestions and claims. "I have lived longer than you know, survived more than you can imagine, and endured a greater deal than you can fathom." What need would he have of a child? He was no coward. He would not make a child do his bidding. If he needed something done, he would do it himself.

"You my dear, have a lot left to experience in this world. So when I say that I have no use for a child, believe me, I do not." It wasn't lack of creativity nor the ability to imagine the use a child could have. He had lived for two centuries just fine. Gone against all odds. He didn't need a little girl to tell him that her use was greater than his ability to comprehend. "You may think quite highly of yourself, but does not mean you understand what a pirate requires." Especially him, for his requirement was for vengeance.

"Your naivety is also proven by the poor way you address a captain. You are fortunate that it is my ship you are on. Another Captain may not tolerate your insolence. It is a shame your father did not teach you any manners before he left you." He of course didn't know the circumstances of her departure from her father . . . his words were spoken on a more general term. Whether someone abducted him and forced him into another realm, or he had consciously left . . . it didn't matter. His words would remain, not remorseful for them. It was a wonder she survived this long with her ease at insulting others . . . especially a pirate captain. What better way to gain a reputation as a ruthless Captain than killing a child who talked too much. But there were certain things Hook did not do, and murdering children was one of them. What he did to Rufio . . . well, that was under totally different circumstances.

[Grace Hatter]

“The Dark One, Rumplestiltskin,” she answered simply at his question as to which sorcerer had helped her. Perhaps it had more been a mutual exchange than a matter of helping. But she wasn’t entirely convinced. What use could the Dark One possibly have for the things she’d traded away?! She’d loved them dearly to be sure and now missed them sorely. But they were sentimental items rather than anything valuable. As far as she knew, in and of themselves, they had no magical properties. There was love, care, and tenderness in every stitch to be sure! Papa had made that stuffed rabbit and the cloak just for her! They were symbols, representations of the tight bond between them. But that sort of significance shouldn’t extend to anyone besides the two of them. So she couldn’t help but wonder if the Dark One had been kind to her. But then, he knew a lot more about magic and just everything than her. Maybe somehow he could actually get use out of those things. She didn’t know. She was surprised that Hook was interested in who had told her about Papa. Why should a pirate care what she, some stray child had done? There was clearly more to him than met the eye, more than his reputation spoke of. She supposed she’d figure it out bit by bit. Well she hoped she would anyways! She’d much rather poke and prod and chip away at his pirate mask than stroke like a mad girl trying to delay the inevitable in the sea! But it didn’t seem he’d be too quick to throw her overboard! Still, best not to press her luck! Be cordial! Be brave! Answer all questions asked! Grace nodded her head. “That is always the case. But the fact that I know about the crew shows I’ve done more than just listen!” Once she’d made her decision to smuggle aboard one of the fiercest pirate ships in the land, she’d done her homework, figuring out its typical patterns, uncovering basic descriptions of each member of the crew. It had taken time; but, she’d gotten there. People were quick to write off the crew no matter how important they were. It was a shame the captains were the ones who hoarded all the renown and glory. They really would be nothing without their loyal crew. A captain couldn’t be all places at once and certainly couldn’t run a ship by himself! The taunting chuckle made her wonder if she’d overstepped her bounds. It really wasn’t wise to provoke pirates. And truly, she should be grateful she was getting a ride; and, they wouldn’t cast her out right here and now. The words didn’t sting like perhaps he’d meant them to. Grace liked to consider herself someone who knew her limitations, her shortcomings as well as her strengths. She whole heartedly believed in introspection, self reflection. And she knew that she could be a bit naive at least in terms of believing in people. She always wanted to assume the best. And...That had gotten her into trouble recently. She was trying to find that balance between trusting and being naive. She wasn’t sure she’d quite gotten there. So..Although likely not the way he’d intended, his comment was never-the-less fair. But more naive than other children? She wasn’t sure that was so accurate. She'd been forced to grow up quickly ever since Papa disappeared. She’d run away from the neighbors some time ago to focus on her portal hunting quest. So..Hmm...What were typical children like? She wasn’t sure she even knew anymore. She supposed it didn’t matter. If she’d ever been one, that her was long gone. Yes, he’d certainly lived longer than her. She didn’t doubt his words. She had no idea what he’d faced in the Enchanted Forest let alone Neverland. She nodded her head in firm agreement. He said he had no use for a chile; but, she disagreed. But she was starting to get a sense as to why. Maybe, he was actually kinder than his reputation implied. Maybe this was her just being naive and wanting to believe in the best of people again; but, she got the feeling it wasn’t that he couldn’t use a child but didn’t want to. He was certainly clever and creative enough to assign her some meaningful task. She simply stared back at him, refusing to comment. She knew voicing her thoughts would end poorly. Pirates didn’t like being told they were good people or had gentle hearts. Although she very much doubted his heart was gentle. But you could have a rough and ragged heart with soft spots. That was the sense she got from him. He cared about children. At least that’s what she wanted to believe. Did she think quite highly of herself? No, she didn’t think that was right. She knew the separation was her fault. Papa suffered because of her selfish wish. She already had everything she needed and yet she’d dared to ask for more. It didn’t matter that she’d been stressed and anxious because of the queen’s visit, longing for any kind of distraction. It...It bothered her! Papa was typically so honest with Grace! He answered all of her questions! They were so close! But he refused to tell her just what had happened between him and the queen. And she knew...She knew he’d lied! The queen wouldn’t have come all the way to a mushroom seller’s house in the middle of nowhere personally unless she knew him! So yes...She’d wished for anything to take her mind off her worries. And there it had been, the poison apple, the toy cart with the cutest looking stuffed rabbit that was soft to the touch. She never should have picked it up, never rubbed her cheek against it, never wanted. Because of that one simple action, Papa grew insecure. He thought Grace couldn’t be happy with what she had. She was the one who’d ruined both their happy endings, taken all the good things away. But that being said, she knew her research skills were nothing to scoff at, nor was her nimbleness, her quick reflexes. And as of late, she’d gotten pretty good at patching up minor injuries. It was necessary. Fortunately, she hadn’t needed to resort to thievery yet. Papa and her had been mushroom pickers! No one could find food in the wild like her! She could collect rather than take and sometimes trade her mushrooms for other food so she had more variety. That’s how she’d gotten the stale bread. The salesperson would rather give it to her for a few good mushrooms than throw it out. “No, I expect you’re right,” she said calmly. “So teach me,” she said stubbornly. “Show me what a pirate requires.” Now his next words...They stung a bit. Papa..He’d technically left her; but, it had been an accident! He hadn’t meant to! She hadn’t been abandoned, not really! So..Why?! Why had she heard that awful flute, the one that made her stomach sick?! Papa...Would he ever forgive her for that?! He’d been to Neverland. He knew about the flute! If he knew she heard it, would he cry?! As for manners...Papa had taught her plenty! She tried to be a good girl! But..This was a unique position! She was dealing with pirates and did wish to pay back her debt! But goading hadn’t worked. And she did feel she had overstepped her bounds. Hopefully she could find some way to pay him back eventually. But rudeness was unnecessary. And she had been insolent. Grace quickly curtsied. “Apologies, Captain. I am on your ship and in your custody. There is no excuse for addressing you like that.” She straightened up, once more meeting his gaze. “I only want to help. I don’t like being in others’ debt.” He’d probably understand that better than her not wanting to steal. “If you change your mind or if there’s any way you’d like me to assist you on deck, I will do so!” tag: --- notes: ---

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[Killian Jones]

what are you

DOING ABOARD MY SHIP

The answer to her question was not one Hook had been expecting . . . though perhaps in his subconscious, he asked in the hope of it being him. And alas, it was. So she had seen the Crocodile. And lived to tell the tale without looking too traumatized. "What did he want in return?" Hook inquired, wondering what the girl had to give him in order to gain answers. Hook's entire life's mission was to destroy the Dark One . . . what if she had insight as to where his Dagger was located? No. He doubted it. And he couldn't exactly reveal this crucial information. He would have to handle this tactfully.

It was her later words that truly shifted his attitude for the girl. She admitted he was right in his words and told him to teach her . . . teach what a pirate required. He feared that was a lesson that wasn't exactly easy to teach a young girl, but if she had questions . . . well, it appeared she was going to be with them for the next few weeks at the least. She mellowed her attitude even more after his words. He knew they were harsh, and almost regretted saying them. For he too knew what it was to be without a father. Granted, his father had abandoned Liam and him when they were young. But it made it no easier to be without a parent. He looked at her as she curtsied, speaking of how she didn't like to be in another's debt. Ah yes. That was indeed something he could easily understand.

He never wanted the feeling of owing someone something, which was why he did it himself. She then offered her general assistance . . . asking him to keep her in mind should he require something. He remained silent for a few moments, just watching her, as if trying to determine what to do with her. He'd never been in this situation of having a young girl on his ship. But fortunately, he was quick to adapt to any given situation. "Come on then," he said, his tone less harsh and mocking. "Being around the rum barrels isn't exactly a place well suited for a little lass such as yourself." That was one aspect of pirating that she probably shouldn't indulge in while on the ship. "I'll take you on deck," he added on, turning towards the stairs, expecting her to follow as he began to walk up them.

[Grace Hatter]

Somehow Hook’s interest in her deal troubled her. She felt this was no ideal curiosity. He was invested although she couldn’t say why or how. But this was his ship; and, he had asked. And she didn’t think there was any harm in telling him. But still, this shift in interest made her uneasy as much as she hid it. “I honestly don’t understand what he could have wanted with them,” she confessed. “They meant the world to me; but, they weren’t rare or powerful, not valuable in the least. I know the Dark One wouldn’t care for normal riches. He can spin straw into gold after all.” She’d heard that tale from Papa himself as well as others. And well..she supposed the items were rare in a sense. Papa had made them. They were the only ones in the entire world. But cloaks and stuffed animals...They were everywhere. “Papa made me a stuffed rabbit and a cloak. I gave them up.” She’d yet to mention the mirror. She wasn’t sure she ever would. She was still scared that if Hook should learn about it, he’d take it from her by force, use it for his own purposes. Pirates were thieves after all. And in some sense, he would be entitled to it as payment since she'd smuggled herself aboard. But..He couldn’t have it! She’d never willingly part with her magic mirror! Well at least she wasn’t lying not directly. It was a lie by omission. She just wasn’t telling the whole deal. She did like to avoid lies whenever possible. Although recently...Lies had sadly become a necessary part of her world. Children weren’t allowed to live by themselves. After she apologized for a moment she would swear something resembling melancholy flashed through Hook’s eyes, as though he was remembering something painful. Did he know what it was like to lose his family? Did he share that pain? She didn’t know and certainly wasn’t going to ask! That would be rude! And she doubted he’d want to talk about it anymore than her! Well at least his gaze was a bit more gentle now. So hopefully she’d chosen her words well and smoothed things over! He stood there quietly for several minutes, just watching her after she’d again offered her assistance, in a less combative way this time, as though mauling something over. Having reached some sort of decision, he told her to come on, tone much less harsh, without the briefest trace of mock or ridicule. “I would appreciate stretching my legs a bit!” she admitted with a warm smile when he spoke of how someone like her shouldn’t be around the rum barrels. She had no interest in alcohol. She was too young for that sort of thing. Papa would worry! Although...Maybe all things considered, rum would be the least of his worries. Grace beamed when he invited her up on deck! After sneaking in and concealing herself, she’d had no time to explore the wonder that was the Jolly Roger. She was very much looking forward to the experience! On light feet, she hurried behind him, shoes not making so much as the softest squeak tag: --- notes: ---

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[Killian Jones]

what are you

DOING ABOARD MY SHIP

Hook listened as she initially ambiguously explained that she didn't know what the Dark One wanted with them. She had given something then; at least that was better than owing him a favor. He silently listened as she continued on, saying that they were not valuable nor powerful . . . and revealed that it was a stuffed animal and a cloak.

Well, that was odd. But then again, the Dark One was known for his absurdity. Yet he wouldn't do anything without purpose. The demon was constantly scheming. "Who exactly is your father?" Hook inquired, slightly raising an eyebrow. Was it someone of importance? Or just a casual peasant -- for judging by her attire, she was nothing more than a peasant in status.

She then expressed her desire to stretch her legs and he could hear her following her as they ascended the stairs and made their way on deck. The men paused their work when they saw a girl following the Captain. "Listen up, lads. This here be Grace. She will be remaining with us until we reach land. Stay on course." They needn't adjust any plans. With a few ayes and nodding of heads, the men returned to their work as Hook turned to look at the girl. "Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger, little lass."

[Grace Hatter]

“Papa’s Jefferson Hatter!” she answered without hesitation. Grace was extremely proud of her papa. She felt fortunate to have him as her father and to share a last name! She just..Missed him so much! “I wonder...Maybe Papa’s the reason why the Dark One was so nice to me.” It had to be a kindness that he’d given her the information and the mirror for a stuffed rabbit and a cloak, didn’t it? But then, they were her most prized possessions. Magic was tied to emotions. She knew that much. So many ordinary objects like that could become magical or something. She had no idea. “As long as I can remember Papa was a mushroom seller. But before that he was a portal jumper. And I know he worked for Rumplestiltskin.” Although she’d been scared to ask what he did before, not wishing to see that look of pain flash across his face, now she knew that much at least. Talking about anything back when Mama was alive was difficult for Papa. And she didn’t want to hurt him. But once he was gone, she’d tried to figure out anything she could about his old connections. She’d hoped she’d find some old friend that could help her, maybe tell her where he was. And the Dark One had confirmed the rumors she’d heard. Papa had worked for Rumplestiltskin. And he had been a portal jumper. She still wasn’t sure exactly what his work entailed. But she did very much suspect thievery was involved because of how silently he moved and just how much he knew about rare things. Originally the crew paused at their work, when they saw the little girl following along behind the captain, like a baby duck imprinting on its mother. But she just smiled warmly at each and every man, curtseying in introduction. She didn’t need to offer her name as the captain had already given it. She beamed when the captain welcomed her aboard the Jolly Roger. Now this felt like the beginning of a proper adventure! “Thank you captain!” tag: --- notes: ---

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