The Game [OLD VERSION] | OUAT

A coward

Hook's P.O.V
A loud groan of anger thundered forcefully along the deck as I opened my cabin's door, only to find it empty. The prisoner had escaped.

     "What happened, Captain?" Smee asked from behind my back, rushing next to me. I shot him a furious look.

     "Isn't it obvious, Smee?" I shouted at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt with my sharp hook. "What happened, is that you didn't do your job! Where is my prisoner?"

     Smee gulped fearfully as his eyes trailed down to my hook. I grabbed him tighter, making him look back at me.

     "Sir, I– I..." Smee stuttered cowardly. There is nothing I hate more than a coward. "I do believe it's better like this. The lass surely was one of Pan's spies. She may have heard something, then run back and told Pan. This way, she won't disturb us anymore."

     A spy? I had to admit that I hadn't thought of that. Was that lass really Pan's spy? That made no sense at all. I'd returned to Neverland under his orders, so why would he want to send me a spy? What was that lass' real aim?

     I released his shirt but caressed the tip of my hook against his cheek and down under his jaw, making him gulp again.

     "Just letting go is not how we handle the people that disturb us, Smee." I hissed through greeted teeth, very close to his face. Maybe too close. "Perhaps I should remind you of that."

     "N– No, Captain, it won't be necessary." he stammered again and my hook pressed stronger one last time, leaving a trace of blood under his chin before moving away.

     "Good." I stated bitterly before turning round.

     "Notwithstanding," Smee's voice stopped me once more, but I didn't turn to face him. "If you allow me, I must say the lass didn't look like a Lost One. Her movements, that fierce look in her eyes... I've seen that look before, sir. In your eyes."

     That was when my enraged eyes finally met his.

     "You really have a death wish, haven't you Smee?" I spat harshly. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion; he hadn't listened to the conversation the lass and I had held. He had not been there.

     But I did.

     I turn round once more and headed for my cabin, leaving Smee behind me and shutting the door without a word.

     "Sienna." I said, for some unknown reason, out loud. "Sienna."

     Her name was so foreign, yet so familiar to me all at once. Sienna. The color of the fire.

     "How did she know about Milah?" I wondered. "She said that Milah and I had willingly forgot her. Why would we ever do that?"

     The single idea of having a daughter turned my world upside down. Having someone to take care of... someone that depended on me... provoked an odd, unpleasant feeling to invade my chest. But it wasn't repugnance, no. It was fear.

     Milah used to tell me she wished Baelfire, herself and I could live like a family someday. She used to dream we were all united, plowing through the seven seas together. She used to dream Baelfire would see me like a father figure. That idea scared me, yet I had somehow tried. I had somehow tried to act to make someone happy.

     Yet fortune's never shown me its good side.

     Milah was murdered. And when I had the chance to become closer to Baelfire, to somehow regain my connection with my lost love, I'd ruined everything. And Baelfire left.

     Trying to remember that girl awakened something inside of me, something that I couldn't recall at all. It was like a clouded memory, that didn't want to be uncovered. That needed to remain unrevealed.

     And, then, there was the coin. I'd lied to her, since not many pirates have got that specific type of coins: with a macabre skull carved on them.

     I didn't know how Sienna knew about that coin and my first booty. I didn't know how Sienna knew about Milah. I didn't know what she really wanted, or if I could trust her on what she'd said. And I didn't know if she truly was what she claimed to be: my daughter. And that scared me. It scared because, in the end, I was always left alone by the ones that apparently loved me. And, even though I would never admit it, I was afraid of going through it again.

     That was when I eventually understood why I would willingly forget my daughter: to forget the pain too.

     Yes, there was nothing I hated more than a coward. And, nonetheless, I had become the biggest one.

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