Captain's Log (Wanted to share my Beloved Jack's Rp journal post)
October 15, 7:45 PM
I met the most amazing human being earlier today while Mister Smee and I were at a café in Pixie Hollow. I was admittedly brooding over a hot spiced cider, which I had spiked with a nip from my rum flask, trying my best to unwind after a trying few days...a log of which has already been recorded, herein. When I looked up from my steaming mug, I laid eyes on the most beguilingly beautiful creature ever to grace the face of the Neverland or Earth. I almost thought for a moment that all the recent stress and sleepless nights were causing me to hallucinate, she was so perfect; my ideal woman brought to life and placed before me, as some sort of compensation the gods were offering me for all they had put me through. 'Here, old boy. Finally, we have decided to throw you a bone. Enjoy!' Oh, I intend to......
But I am jumping ahead. Let us go back to that moment in the café. I don't often visit Pixie Hollow, too many allies of my nemesis about. However, it is also a hub for travellers, and pirates are rarely spotted there, but are not unwelcome, so long as we "behave ourselves". (I'm not joking, there is signage posted and evverything.) I was too depressed to even think of doing anything even remotely dastardly, and then I saw her, and my entire focus went into attaining her, for it was immediately apparent to me that she was an extremely rare and valuable treasure, and you know how much of a connoisseur/collector I am of treasure. I sent Smee to go and test the waters a bit, and he succeeded in getting her to join us at our quiet little corner table without protest, much to my delight. I had instructed Smee to offer her anything she wanted to order, on me, which she gladly accepted, and after she had placed her order, she came to sit with us. She was even more lovely up close, and I could smell her exquisite parfum from across the table. It was difficult, even for me, the great and glorious Captain Hook, to be suave and debonair in her presence, even though that is something I do best. I've always had a knack for it, and it was polished to a sparkle by my mother and my schooling. She threw me off guard with her own enormous charm and beauty, so I was exceedingly delighted when I sensed a kind of electricity passing between us. At times, I was slightly concerned that poor Mister Smee might get zapped by it, so powerful was this current, but he was his usual cheerful and congenial self. Never before had I experienced anything like it. We talked at length about what had brought her here, and as it happened, her ship and entire crew (for she was also a captain) had only a day or two before been decimated by a kraken attack. She had managed to secure a dinghy at the last moment, as her ship went up in flames around her, while simultaneously sinking, and she used magic to secure some of her luggage and escaped. Oh, my heart went out to her, the poor dear! I immediately offered her room and board upon my ship, no questions asked, anything she needed, if I could help her, I would. Foolish? Probably. Hasty and highly irregular? Most certainly. But you see, I was already in love, and I just sensed I could trust her. I'm quite a good judge of character, if I do say so, myself, and this woman's demeanour and general attitude gave me no cause for concern. I gladly threw caution to the wind and let it flutter away like a feather on a soft breeze. She rewarded me with the brightest of smiles, gratitude coming off her in waves, and I could tell just within the first twenty or so minutes of our conversation that this was a very genuine individual, who expressed emotion openly and easily. I found it both endearing as well as refreshing. (By the way, that is how I feel about everything that she is and does.)
Anyway, after she was finished telling her story and shedding a few tears (you'd better believe I had my handkerchief held out to her as soon as it became apparent that she was about to weep), I summarised the last few days of my existence, including my humiliating defeat at the hands of that hateful brat, the ordeal with the croc that ensued, and Pan's impromptu absconding with my ship to return his little companions home to England. At least he had the good graces to return it, largely unscathed... (Which reminds me, I still have to replace the bloody flag, damn and curse you, Peter Pan!) She was so sympathetic! It was then that she first touched me, and the warmth and understanding behind her touch left my arm tingling pleasantly for minutes after she had removed her hand. She was exactly what I needed, what I had always needed. I was (and still am, truth be told) in shock and awe, she is simply too good to be true, and part of me keeps waiting for something to be revealed about her which I don't like (which would be perfectly acceptable to me), but thus far nothing has come up. She is so perfect...
I brought her back with me to my ship, briefly introduced her to my crew and then took her below to my quarters, to show her where she might bathe. The initial plan was to give her Smee's berth, and let him sleep with the rest of the men in one of the bunks, but now it is seeming as though I should simply offer her my bed, and sleep on the divan, perhaps with a screen separating us... But we shall see what she wishes. She is in the bath, at this moment, and it has taken me far longer to write this entry because the knowledge of that and the images said knowledge conjure have got me quite distracted... It feels...immensely warm in here, all of a sudden. I think I'm going to have to stop, now. I'm looking forward to my next entry, Lord only knows what I shall have to write about, then! I can feel this moving in a very real, very wonderful direction. Tis true that I am a romantic, but not a foolish one, and I do not believe I would dare to hope if I hadn't good reason to do so. Wish me luck, my friend!
