Wendy seemed to float around on deck that night, Hook reluctantly leaving her to be by herself. He had argued over it, refusing to let her stay on the deck alone.
"Most of the crew isn't even here," he tried.
"Isn't it safer then?" she shrugged.
"I can't leave you alone at night."
"I was alone at night on the island."
His eye brows knit together, "Only on the chosen paths."
"Oh yes," she said with an overdose of sarcasm, "Of course I did."
His eyes narrowed, "Wendy-"
"James," she pressed a hand to his chest, "I just need to be alone. Half an hour."
He nodded, and took her hand in his, "Twenty minutes, and then I want you in my bed."
She rolled her eyes, "I'll meet you there."
He kissed her palm and then left her alone on the deck. She circled the mast, not even thinking anymore. She had hurt Peter and that's all there was to it, but she needed to just be able to breath on her own for a few minutes. In fact, she seemed so lost in her mind, trying to ignore everything around her, she didn't hear the Indians swim like eels in the water, or climb swiftly up the boat. In fact, she did not notice them at all until a rough hand clamped itself around her mouth, and pulled her overboard.
Smee, however, noticed.
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Soaking wet and gagging, Wendy was thrust against a tree where she gasped for air. The Indian men spoke to each other in their language, one of them furiously waving his hands in the air. She stood up, her knees weak, and managed one punch, that was quickly caught in one of their hands. He squeezed too hard and she hissed in pain.
"What do you want?"
One of the men tied her hands behind her back before she could say anything more, and then pushed her to the floor, where he bound her ankles together. There were only three of them she realized, she was so easily overtaken. Then again, these Indians weren't like anyone else on the island. She made to scream, but that only allowed them to shove cloth into her mouth, and then throw her into a type of sack, then laughing, one of them threw her over their shoulder, and began walking.
She didn't let the fear take her though, the Indian men might have managed to kidnap her, but she would not allow fear to kidnap her mind. James is safe, she told herself, he doesn't know about this. He might simply think I died drowning, which could actually be a better death than what I'm about to face.
Though the last part gave her little comfort.
She started to battle against the bag, trying her hardest to fight against her captors, but she was just dropped to the dirt floor, and then a striking pain hit her head, and it went black.
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"Captain!"
Hook opened his cabin door, his face angry at being disturbed.
"This better be good," he snarled, Wendy should be on her way now.
"They took her!" he squeaked, "She's gone!"
