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"HEY!" I yelled, cupping my hands over my mouth, "cast the rope, please!"

After a tiring five minutes of rowing myself back to the docked boat, I wanted nothing more than just to collapse on my bed and sleep (as well as one could sleep with having a guilty pirate conscious).

Listen, I'm being completely reasonable! If I could keep the pirates from knowing I was with Louis, he, the Lost Boys, and Millie would be safe. 

But I also had to keep Louis from knowing I was with Hook.

"Who goes there?" I heard a familiar squeaky voice call out from above me.

Smee's familiar red beanie peeked out from the top of the deck, and soon I saw him staring down at me in surprise. He probably didn't think I'd be back so quickly.

"Oh," he smiled, "it's you!"

Rocking back and forth on my wooden boat, I waved a paddle in greeting, "it's me."

"Did you call for a rope?"

"Yes, but anything that will get me back on deck is fine."

A few moments later, I saw the fraying strands of a tweed lasso come flying down towards me, swinging past my hand and hitting the side of the boat. Tucking my stones into my pocket, I grabbed the rope and began to ascend the side of the ship.

If I didn't have a six pack after this, I'd be disappointed.

Once I reached the top, I clasped the railing with my right hand, hoisting myself onto my feet. Smee was giving me a thumbs up, his glasses almost falling off of his nose.

"Welcome back aboard, [y/n]," he beamed, "you're just in time."

Bending down to catch my breath, I furrowed my brow, "just in time for what?"

"The Cap'n called to see you."

"What for?"

"Something to do with you, obviously," he said, pointing towards the Hook's quarters behind him, "I'd suggest you see him immediately."

Before I could question further, Smee went scurrying off towards the kitchen, holding onto his hand for good measure.

Clearing my throat, I adjusted the hem of my sash, and began to approach the quarters with caution. It was never good to receive a mysterious paging from someone you hated, especially not one with a metal fish hook for a hand.

Gulping, I placed my palms on the wooden door, and pushed it open slightly. Hook was sitting at his desk, his combat boots propped up on the wooden table. He was tossing the silver compass in his hand up and down repetitively.

"Hello?" I said nervously, knocking against the door, "you asked to see me?"

Once the man saw I was standing there, he motioned for me to come inside. He didn't seem like he wanted to kill me...at least not yet.

"How are you liking the crew?" he asked, setting down his navigation piece and turning to stare at me.

I bit my lip, "what do you mean?"

"Since you agreed to become one of us, how have you liked your crew mates?"

"To be completely honest, sir, I haven't met many of them."

"And why is that?" He hummed, brushing his brown curl out of his face, "have you been...busy elsewhere?"

OH gosh.

He clearly knew I went off onto the land. There was no doubt about it, and the evident look on his face confirmed that. Smee must have told him I went off to collect stone for cannon melding.

I suppose I had to tell the truth (well, most of it).

"Yes," I said, digging into my pocket to retrieve a rigid rock. I held the tiny piece up with my pointer finger and thumb, and sighed, "I was searching for stones."

"Why?"

"To meld cannons with."

"Oh, [y/n]..." the man chuckled, his bony finger tapping rhythmically against the table with a thudding sound, "didn't you notice?"

I felt my heart start to race in anxiety, "notice what?"

"We don't have a cannon."

What?

I could have sworn there was a canon in the movie! And Millie told me to tell Smee that excuse before I left!

Dang it...I guess I couldn't trust her anymore. What was I even expecting? She clearly thought I was a threat to Louis, and would predictably do everything to make sure I didn't harm him.

I wished she knew the truth, honestly.

"We had our canons removed a few years ago," Hook continued, "had no use for them."

"I see."

"But don't worry about coming up with an excuse as to why you left," he said, standing slowly onto his feet, "I already know."

Oh no.

"You know?" I gulped, taking a cautious step back, "what is there to know?"

"I overheard a conversation coming from your compartment a few hours ago."

"You did?"

"I did," he nodded, "and do you want to know what I found out?"

No, no, no, no, no, I do NOT want to know!

This whole thing was a nightmare, and if I could pitch myself out of the window and into the water, I would. Any way I could escape this situation would be great.

"What did you find out?" I mumbled, beginning to sweat.

The Captain walked around his desk, till he was hovering over me with a smirk on his face. He looked like he was planning something evil in his mind, and he probably was.

"You can talk to fairies," he grinned, "specifically ones that know the Partridge boy."

Phew.

If that's all he heard, maybe I was in the clear.

"And so what if I can?" I said, pushing him away, "it's none of your business."

"And being a pirate is none of your business either, but sometime you have to learn to share sometimes," he huffed, beginning to pace, "so I have a proposition."

"What do you want?"

"To make you my apprentice."

"What?"

"It's like a Captain, but a ring below me," he explained, tugging at the zipper of his leather jacket, "I could use someone with a good amount of brains."

"And what makes you think I have brains?"

"You can talk to fairies, clearly."

"I'm only talking to her to find out where Louis is," I lied, "so I can get my money back."

"Did she tell you where he was?"

"No, she didn't."

"Interesting," he mumbled, spinning around and pulling out a drawer in his desk, "anyways, I suppose you'll be my apprentice, then?"

I really wanted to say no, but it was clear he wouldn't take that for an answer (ugh). If I refused, I'd probably die too.

"Fine," I sighed, crossing my arms against my chest, "but only until I get my money back."

Shuffling around his tiny compartment, I watched as Hook pulled out a small rectangular box from underneath a stack of maps. He gazed at it with devious intentions glazed over his eyes.

That wasn't a good sign.

"As my apprentice," he said, walking back towards me, "you'll be assigned a rather fitting mission."

"A mission?"

Shoving the box towards me, he gestured for me to open it. Running my finger along the black velvet covering, I gently flipped open the lock and pressed the top open.

Inside was a dagger.

Not a butter knife, or a swiss army tool, but a huge, silver, rose engraved dagger. One that you would see in a medieval tv-show.

"Why would I need this?" I gasped, shutting the box quickly, "I don't need weapons."

I didn't know what he was implying by this, but one of the possibilities was horrible to think about. I couldn't even bring myself to say it in my mind.

"On this island you will," Hook said, narrowing his eyes, "you never know what danger could be around the corner."