The Tales of Neverland // Harry Hook - OC

PART FOUR: Rain

Ayla woke up once again on the floor, this time it was raining, she heard the drops hit against the wood of the ship above. She was glad to hear a different noise, she'd been stuck with the waves crashing against the ship for two days. She realised that her hands were tied in front of her again, not by ropes this time, but by chains, and it was all tied to the pole. Great, there's no way of getting out of this now. She could try to cut the pole but that would take hours, the pole was twice as thick as her, Hook would notice.

The only thing Ayla could do around this pole was stand up, but she couldn't move more than a metre away. The pole was in the middle of the room so she couldn't reach anywhere to take something she needed. She looked around, and saw Hook sitting on a window frame.

"Hook" Ayla said in an angry voice.

He slowly turned his head to look at her. There was no anger in his eyes. He seemed to be at peace. That slightly perplexed Ayla.

"I enjoy the rain. Don't you?" he asked while looking back onto the window.

Ayla didn't respond. She didn't know whether she just didn't want to or she was too puzzled by his calmness. It was... unnatural.

"It reminded me of when I was little, me and my father used to go fishing when it was raining."

Why was he being emotional all of the sudden? That was unlike him. Although whatever he was doing seemed to relax Ayla. She felt less in danger. What Hook said reminded her of her own father. When it was raining Peter took her above the clouds to observe how fluffy and white they actually were.

"Our fathers may have been enemies but they still were alike in one way or another. They cared about their only offspring. And in any case, me and you are more similar than you think because of that."

She knew what he meant, looking at her father dying was the worst thing that happened to her, his case must've been the same. But she couldn't shake the suspicion that he could just be trying to manipulate her, even if everything else told her otherwise.

They just looked at each other for a while, dwelling on the past. It was actually nice when Hook wasn't trying to attack her.

Maybe there is more to him than meets the eye.

They looked out of the window at the same time. The clouds were dark. It was hard to determine the time when it was raining. The air was humid but enjoyable. It was slightly colder for a change. Ayla inhaled the rainy breeze, it's been a while.

But then even if she was enjoying this moment she still had one question that remained.

"How did you get me to tell you where the treasure was, Hook? I know it's not just your appalling personality" she asked with a hint of sarcasm.

He turned his gaze away from the window again.

"Hmm" he paused. "Well, I was always known for influencing people's decisions" he said smoothly.

Suddenly she remembered "It is the ring isn't it"

"What" Hook's facial expression changed.

"I assume you found The Ring of Thoughts on one of your treasure hunts. I recognised it when I first saw you, I read about it in The Historical Artefacts" Ayla said in a defeated manner.

"Smart one aren't ya" he grinned again "Although its powers work very faintly on you for some reason, they work but not how I desire them to." he started walking away.

He could torture me with this.... Why hasn't he done that yet? she asked herself. Either the powers didn't work properly as he said, or... was there another reason.