Part I - Hook In You & Part II - The Pirate Bride

Part II - The Pirate Bride

You're standing in front of the mirror looking at the scar on your right cheek. It's been six months since you woke up with mixed feelings of pain and pleasure inside you. You remember how shocked you were when you saw the scar, that you must have done that to yourself in your sleep. Though you could not explain the cuts and bruises on your body, and not to mention the piercing in your right nipple. You have no idea how you ended up on that beach, in Neverland, on Capatin James Hook's ship.

You've chosen to diagnose yourself as crazy, that it was all just a wild, wild dream. A combination of a vivid imagination and a curious mystery between your unconsciousness and the universe. But it felt so real, and you got the scar and the piercing to prove it. "Ugh, don't go there again. It was a dream, nothing more. It's been six months. He could have brought me back to Neverland a countless amount of times since then. But he never has, because you've never been there! You've lost it!", you almost shout at your reflection.

You turn off the light and open the window to your bedroom. It's a hot night, and since you're worked up because of your dream and your mind, you feel like burning up. You look up at the sky. It's clear, stars are blinking. One much bigger than the others. You stare at it. It's almost hypnotizing. You stumble over to your bed and lay down, barley covering yourself with the sheets. You drift off to sleep almost at once.

He's looking at you. At your almost naked and sweat body. He's biting his lower lip, breathing heavy. It's been so long since he's seen you. His fiancé. His pirate bride to be. And you're even more sexy than he remembers, your nipple piercing blinking in the moonlight. He loves that you've kept it. He wants to wake you, but you're sleeping so heavy, he decides not to. He wonders how you came to Neverland six months ago. It's a mystery even to him. But he figures that if you let your window open, like on a night like this, anything could happen. He's just glad to have ensnared you onto his ship, into his bed, and into his heart.

You moan in your sleep. You're dreaming of Hook. You've dreamt of him every night since you met him in dreamland, Neverland. Any chance of forgetting and moving on, not knowing what happened six months ago, have been nothing but very hard and nearly an impossible thing to do. It's been ruining your life, as much as it has enriched it. Never have you felt anything like it. Never have you been so wild, so free, so adventurous. And you crave it, you want more. You want to go back, and every night you hope it will happen. Every morning you wish to wake up on that beach, or in the Captain's bed, but no such luck. You're stuck in your world. This world. A place where you don't feel like you belong anymore, now that you know what lays beyond that great star. The vast space that people ingnore, but are yours to enjoy.

You wake up with a gasp. Hook's just pleased you from here to Neverland in your dream. You're heaving for your breath. The room is glooming. You try to focus on your surroundings. Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Suddenly you see something shimmering in the light from the moon. A hook. The hook belongs to a shadow sitting in the dark on a chair in front of your dressing table. You turn on the light, desperate and afraid, you need to know. Could it be?

You scream in both disbelief and joy. "James?", you ask. "Is it really you?". You look at him. His eyes are fixed on you. "Yes, my treasure, it's me", he smiles and stands up straight. You stare at him from head to toe, and then up again. All his villainous might is standing in your bedroom. He's here. He's really here.

He walks over to you. You sit up. Your exposed skin is glossy with sweat and excitement. "Hook", you say. "James". Your throat gets thick and tears are pressing on. You're almost choking on emotions, by his presence. He sits down beside you. He's looking at you with his sea blue eyes. They are so clear, so beautiful. His dark, brown curls are framing his perfect face. He puts his hand on your right cheek, wiping a stray tear across your scar with his thumb. "I did that to you, didn't I?", he asks. "Yes", you say. He leans forward and kisses your scar, his soft lips pressing against your skin. You can't help but crying, and he can taste the salty tears streaming from your eyes. He moves his lips down to yours and they meet. You sigh and sob. Every piece of your very being is yearning for him. He embraces you. "Don't cry. I'm here. I came back for you. It's time", he says. "Time for what?", you ask, looking into his eyes. "To go back. Forever this time", Hook smiles. "What?!", you are shocked. "Am I going back? To Neverland. For real? Forever?", you ask. You've stopped crying. "Yes, that's why I'm here. You're my fiance, you agreed to marry me, remember?", he asks and smiles a crooked smile. "Yes, I remember, but it's been six months. It's been... It felt so real, yet unreal. Like a fantasy...", you look at him. "And we'll continue it once we're back. Pack your things, we're leaving at daybreak".