Waking up in Storybrooke

Tied up...and not in a good way

**you will get the title if you have watched season 2 of once upon a time***

**Enjoy!**

The first thing I remember feeling the first second of my imprisonment was a gallon of freezing cold water.

I blink a couple of times, trying to fish- was that sea water?- out of my eye-sockets. My arms seem to be tied together by itchy rope to a pole behind my back. I'm sitting down in criss-cross position, my legs not tied up.

As I try to whip my head upwards to check out the scenery, my head hit the pole, causing more pain than I thought.

"Y'all right, darling?"

I know that accent...

Draped in a heavy black coat that reached to his knees, and a belt at his slim waistline, was Hook. This time, instead of a confusing look plastered on his face, he held a sly grin, one eyebrow raised.

"Hook." I sneered. "Should've flattened you with that car when I had the chance."

"Ah, so you remember?" He said, clearly enjoying being at the lucky end of the conversation.

As soon as I snapped my vision out of the pirate gloating in front of me, I looked around me. It was a small cabin, with a ladder leading to a light, possibly the outside.

"Where am I? Where did you go after you escaped?" I asked.

He kneeled down so that his head was in line with my face, glistening eyes staring straight into mine. "Welcome Aboard the Jolly Roger."

"Like the Candy? Huh?" I asked him.

"Candy?" He asked. "What is this candy you speak of and where can I get one?"

Here he was, asking me what food meant again. Did he grow up under a rock or something?

"Forget the candy. Where are we. And please don't be vague." I told him.

He rolled his eyes. "You will tell me of this candy later. The Jolly Roger I speak of, is my ship."

It hit me then. "Your...your ship."

I was in no position to be able to escape. If I did, I'd die of hypothermia, or get killed by any of the sea creatures wandering here.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'll tell you later. No-"

"No. Tell me now. Please just tell me. I won't bother you anymore." I pleaded him.

He stood up again. "Or what? You'll get angry and cause another explosion?"

My powers? Why didn't I think of that before? I could just cause a disturbance, and then...

And then what? I'm in the middle of the ocean!

"Damn." I swore.

"Can't do that now can you? I'll tell you what. I'll give you a chance to meet my crew and then we'll talk." He said.

I wasn't in the mood for socializing now. It's not like I cared whether they liked me or not, I just wanted to sleep, and not unconsciously. Although it wasn't time to be talking rubbish with his crew, I had to agree.

I wanted answers.

"Smee!" He bellowed.

A small, plump man with a red beanie he kept grasping at for it to not fall off appeared down from the ladder. He also had a belt, but his belt had a sharp, glistening sword about the size of a forearm wedged in it.

"Cut the rope. We need to show her around the deck. She's going to be riding here for a while." He told "Smee" .

The man came over, not stealing so much as a glimpse at my face before slicing the rope free from my wrists. As soon as they were free, I rubbed them to try to dispose of the itchiness.

As soon as the three of us were on his deck, the sun hit my eyes almost too brightly.

There were about 15 or so crew members above deck on the Jolly Roger. They all looked about 6 feet, and burly, with either a large beard or mustache. It didn't surprise me that all the glances I got from them were either plain or unfriendly.

"Aye! Listen up!" Hook shouted again.

The crew all turned to him within the first seconds the words left his lips. This could have easily been mistaken for a military academy.

One by one, Hook showed me to the crew. As I said hi to each one, they nodded up their head or grunted. Hook also showed me parts of the ship, and where I was welcome. For some reason, his small cabin reserved only for him was off limits. It made me wonder what kind of things he kept in there o_o.

"Can we talk now?" I asked.

He sighed. "Fine, sit down."

We were at the top of his ship, not surrounded by any of his crew, both looking at the beautiful horizon as the sun set.

As we sat, he pulled out a flask and took a small sip from it. I couldn't detect the substance, but obviously alcohol.

"First I will tell you where we are headed. Then the rest. Are you ready?" He asked.

I nodded.

"It's a devilish forestry island in the middle of Nowhere. I've only been there once, but it's easily the murkiest place alive. Ever heard of Neverland?"

So there really is a place called Neverland...