The Story Untold: The Pirate & The Princess

Chapter Thirteen: Hook

It’s sunrise, and it’s a Wednesday, which means Charming is to be watching over me this morning. I calmly unlock the lock to the cell, and I wait to pounce in a dark corner, even with the lights on and off.

Around seven, Charming comes and turns on the lights.

“Ok Hook, I’m here. Where did you go?!” Charming wonders out loud. My grip on the medal wrench tightens, and I hit him in the back of the head, just enough for him to black out, but it’s going to hurt for a few days.

“Sorry mate, you have something that I need, and is it bad to say that I enjoyed doing that?” I mutter at him, smirking and looking in his pockets for a key. Once I got that, I go to his desk, and open up a drawer with my hook in it. I grin as I put it on my wrist, the spot just for it. I walk out, casually so no one expects a thing. I make my way to this so called ‘Mr. Gold’s Pawn Shop and Antiques Dealer’. It should be called ‘Mr. Gold- A Fraud Shop and Curse Handout’. I walk in the building and there’s Belle.

“‘Ello love, I need to speak with Mr. Gold, right away,” I say, glancing around, looking for my spyglass, just in case he has it and I’ll be setting off with my ship and crew, but my main focus and more importantly, my hand that he had chopped off with his wavy, medal, nasty knife.

“Sorry, but Mr. Gold can’t talk to pirates, especially you,” Belle says, boldly.

“You are quite brave, speaking up to Captain Hook, like that. I’m afraid, that’s too bold, I need to know where he is,” I say, making eye contact with her.

“Can’t tell you that, either,” she says, raising a gun to point at my head. I roll my eyes and quickly hit her hand, with my hook, to get the gun she’s holding. Once I have it in my hand, point it at her. She will only talk if I appear scary and intimidating, and those are my specialties, along with looking Devilishly Handsome all the time.

“How did you-” Belle starts.

“Pirate, love,” I interrupt her with casualty. Mr. Gold comes out, and makes Belle leave the room, and he snatches the gun from my hand.

“I see you haven’t changed a bit, crocodile. You look… odd, in this land,” I say, laughing.

“Same goes to you,” Rumple hisses at me. I laugh again. He does the cowardly thing, he uses magic to tie me up. Just like what he did to keep me away from my Milah, when she got her heart ripped out of her chest.

“I’m afraid, Hook, that you’re going to have to do my dirty work,” He mumbles. As he steps closer, I got him right where I need him, I stab him, but then I realize that my hook isn’t coated in Dreamshade anymore, the cops told me they had Dr. Whale analyze it for any poison, and if there was, they’d get rid of it. My hook doesn’t phase him, he rips out my heart. I scowl at him.

“Go ahead, crush it,” I snarl at him.

“All in due time, dearie. All in due time. I need you to do something for me,” My Crocodile says.

“Your dirty work, Crocodile? I am a pirate, so therefore I have a choice. And I will choose not to obey a single command you give me,” I say.

“YOU don’t have a choice, HOOK,” Rumple says. I look at him a little in fear, but it’s mostly covered up by hatred. I WILL NOT obey him! It will cost me my life, and probably Keiras’, the only existing members of The Jones Family.