Born to be Wicked

Chapter 1

"My darling children have you scrubbed he deck yet?" My father said as he brushed my hair out of my face with his polished hook. I pulled away as my brother Harry stepped forward. My father scared me just as much as any of the villains here but not just because he was a villain. But because he targeted children when he went after the Pan boy. And everyone knew he had us just to do the dirty work around the ship.

  "Father or course we have." Harry said grabbing his own hook from the table next to him. When father got mad he tended to lash out at Harry and the last time he threw a fit my brother was in the way. My father threatened to cut off Harry's hand. My brother now carried around a fake hook to protect himself from our fathers temper. Harry was my guardian and he only person I could trust on this town besides my friends who I was still unsure if they trusted me.

  "Harry go into town and grab some more buckets." My dad spoke looking towards me with his glare that he usual has on his face.

  "But..." my brother said before getting interrupted by my father.

  "Go now!" My father yelled not taking his eyes off of me. I gave my brother a look saying it was okay as he backed out of the ship. As soon as Harry was gone my father grabbed the back of my shirt with his hook pulling me into his office. I could do nothing other than follow silently.  "Now that we are alone I have a proposition. You are going to go with your little friends to the mainland. And you are going to bring me back that foolish beastly kings crown and as much of that pixies dust as you can. It will fetch a fair price around here. Oh and whatever those friends of yours are up to. Don't bother to help." My father said as he pushed a chest towards me. I nodded to him as I grabbed the chest and picked it up with all of my strength. Being raised as a pirate had its perks. I knew how to sword fight by the time I was five and I could lift a large amount of weight without struggle. I went into my small bedroom I shared with Harry and packed the chest full of the little amount of clothing I owned. The most important thing that I packed was my mothers dagger which she gifted to me as a child. It was a small silver dagger with vines and waves entwined across the handle. To me it symbolized the perfect harmony between land and the sea. If I were to ever let my dad know that I had been longing for a life on land he would throw me to the fishes. I took the dagger and hid it in my boot as I took my pirates hat and placed it on my head making sure to hide half of my face as I took the chest and walked out of the door. I set it down outside the ships quarters as I waited for my brother to arrive back home so I could say goodbye. "What are you doing? Leave now. I will tell the boy that you have left." My father yelled to me from the door as I picked up the chest and ran quickly to the front of Mal's house. I put the chest down and sat on the sidewalk as I whistle an old pirates song. I kept my head down looking at the ground as a slow fog drifted in making my whistling more ominous. I hated being bad but I had to keep up the act in order to survive this place. I saw the gleam of purple boots standing in front of me as I smiled and looked up. One of my best friends was standing there smirking down at me.

  "I see you got the memo." She said looking at her nails and picking off the dark purple that sat on them. On mine was a dark red color seeing as my father required everything I owned to have some sort of red in it. I liked to color but having to wear it all of the time made me long for a shade of brighter colors. My black boots squeezed as I stood up and took in her outfit. She was wearing her usual purple jacket but instead of her black leggings she had purple ones on. She always seemed to look wickedly pretty and it made me jealous. I had to resort to wearing rags that my father found in the trash can. I had on a baggie white shirt with a small black vest that rested right under my chest. It had laces that went up the front and a red lacing that ran around the sides. I had on my red pirate hat and my dark red leggings. My usual outfit which I had multiple pairs of. The result of my father finding a few large sheets that he had me cut up to make clothing. I looked around as I noticed the parents of my friends. They all eyed me suspiciously as I glared back at them. Being he daughter of Hook made me untrustworthy to even the villains because he had the habit to betray anyone for a few coins. This passed the bad reputation onto me which infuriated me because I didn't want to be know for that. But I was left alone most of he time which was a blessing in this town. Evie walked over to me and looped her arm into mine smiling at me as she explained what was happening.