Faith, Trust & Pixie dust.

Chapter 5

"Do you trust me?"

"I'd trust you a lot better if you hadn't got your men to kidnap me," Brook quipped, struggling against the ropes that bound her to the ships rigging.

"Can't argue with that," Killian laughed, scratching at the black stubble around his jaw, "But that doesn't answer the question." He leant in close. The smell of rum from his breath washed over her and she had to admit, of all the pirates that had been breathing on her all day, he had the least disgusting breath.

"True, but I have questions of my own that I'd like answering," Brook snapped defiantly, "Starting with why you kidnapped me."

Her head still felt woozy from whatever it was they had used to knock her out and her wrists had been rubbed raw by the rough rope they had tied her with. Her irritation was entirely justified. She had been gagged up until the Captain, who politely told her to call him Killian in an attempt to charm her, had taken over as her guard.

Killian sighed, tossing aside the rope he had been absentmindedly tying into various knots, "You are without a doubt, the most annoy hostage I have ever taken."

"So, you admit I'm a hostage!" She jumped to her feet, trying to point an accusing finger at him but instead getting snagged by her bindings.

Killian huffed and rolled his eyes. He was starting to regret his men not getting the other girl. That would have brought Pan here a lot faster, and based on their observations, she would have been quieter. At the very least his plan would still work. The other girl, Nyx, would be sure to come after her annoying little friend, and Pan would follow.

"You seem to be thinking very hard about something. Are you developing a conscience by any chance?" She quipped, still glaring at him.

Before he could respond, and he had something very rude prepared, the ship hit a large wave and lurched to the right. Brook stumbled, her stomach rolled. Her skin turned green. Killian grabbed her and forced her to sit down before she threw up.

"Put your head down, take deep breaths," He held the back of her head to keep her still, then yelled over his shoulder, "Smee! Bring me some water!"

Smee, a potbellied, grey-haired man, appeared on deck with a tankard of water clenched in his fist, "Here Captain." He thrust the tankard into Killian's hand a disappeared.

"Sip this, slowly," Killian let go of Brook's head and helped her take small sips of water, "Better?"

Brook nodded gingerly, "Thank you."

"Look whatever you may think of me, you're probably safer on this ship than you are on that island." Killian stood and stared out at Neverland, something unreadable on his face.

"Why?" Brook frowned, something chilling stroking her spine.

Killian considered her for a moment, "Why don't we get you settled below deck and then I'll explain,

there's about to be a storm, and that won't help your sea sickness."

He untied her from the rigging and took her to his quarters. Just in time too. The rain started hammering down and the ship lurched again. This time she couldn't hold it in. She threw up all over Killian's boots and promptly fainted.