Hook - Hamilton

Chapter One

(A/N: It gets gay. Soon, I know. But the characters have had a thing going on long before th date this story started. That's my justification.)
    "Batten down the hatches!" Jameson commanded, looking at the upcoming storm through her spyglass. The clouds indicated that this storm would be forgiving, not nearly as bad as the ones thy had faced during the rainy season, but Jameson refused to take any chances.
    "Batten down the hatches!" Thomas repeated, grabbing hold of rope and swinging down to the deck from his perch atop the foremast. "You heard the Captain." He snapped, glaring at Charles Lee, who, as usual, was trying to make himself as small as possible.
    Jameson removed the spyglass from her eye, compacted it, and put it in its slot on her effects. While she had not seen it, she had heard the exchange between Lee and her first mate, and it brought a smirk to her lips. She bent over the edge of the crow's nest and looked down at Lee.
"I do recommend you listen to Jefferson, Lee." Jameson called out, drawing their attention to her. "Not only is he your superior, I can assure you he is not opposed to throwing your duffle, or you, overboard."
Lee paled, throwing his hand up to his forehead in a salute, "Yes, Cap'n."
Thomas smirked as Lee began rushing around the ship. "Your threats are as effective as always, Captain."
Jameson let out a dry laugh. She grabbed a rope attached to the main mast with her remaining hand and stepped over the sides of the crow's nest. Leaping into the air, Jameson swung down from her perch, landing gracefully upon the ship's bow. She stood there for a moment, her cold gaze raking over her crew, before she dropped down onto the deck, making her way to where Thomas stood, leaning against the main mast.
"The day my threats stop working," Jameson began, raising her voice to ensure that everyone aboard her ship could hear, "Is the day that all those I have made acquaintance with are dead. Friend or foe."
A wave of fear swept through the crew as she spoke, knowing that their Captain was correct. Anyone who dared cross her would meet a fate so terrible, they'd wish that Davey Jones had sent for them sooner.
Jameson's gaze swept over her men and women once more. "Back to work." She turned, her coat swishing as she did so. Weaving between those at work, she returned to the helm, where Aaron, the ship's navigator, was steering. "Are we still on course for Mermaid Cove?" She asked.
Aaron nodded, sparing his captain a glance. "Due to the storm, we should arrive by dusk." He informed her.
"Good." Jameson nodded at him curtly, leaving his presence.
Once Jameson was out of eyeshot, Aaron let out a relieved sigh. The captain was very temperamental, and he preferred to stay out of her line of fire as best as he could.
Jameson returned to her quarters, shutting the door behind her and going to stand at her desk. Opening the top right drawer, she pulled out a compass that she had been given in Britain as a gift. Turning it upside down, she ran her thumb over the engraving on it's back.
G. W. F.
After staring at it for a moment longer, Jameson returned it to it's place, and shut the drawer. Lifting her left arm, she inspected the hook that hand taken her hand's place. The silver glinted in the lamp light, the shine reflecting into Jameson's eyes.
    It had been four years since Jameson lost her hand to a man she had once called a friend. She had not seen Hamilton since that night, and quite frankly, she wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. As much as she wanted revenge on Hamilton for betraying her, and ridding her of her left hand, she knew that seeing him again would bring her great pain, something she'd rather avoid if she could help it.
After her duel with Hamilton, Jameson had become ruthless and cruel, seldom showing any kindness or mercy to anyone other than Thomas or Maria. Her crew began working twice as hard, knowing that the difficult tasks were much more bearable than getting on their captain's foul side. The had seen her lash out many times before, mostly at Lee, and tried to avoid aggravating Jameson at all costs. In actuality, they were shocked she hadn't killed anyone yet. A popular debate topic at the crew dinners was how long it would be before she snapped and drove a bullet through one of their skulls.
Jameson faintly registered the doors to her quarters opening, and it wasn't until someone wrapped their arms around her waist that she fully became aware of their presence. Jameson turned her head slightly to find Maria resting her chin on her shoulder.
"You look tense." Maria murmured.
"It's been a long day." Jameson responded, letting out a soft sigh.
Maria pressed a light kiss to the crook of Jameson's neck, and a small shiver ran up the latter's spine. "It usually is when you have a landlubber such as Lee on deck." Maria commented, drawing a huff of laughter from Jameson.
James turned around in Maria's embrace, leaning leaning back against the desk. "You are not wrong."
"When am I ever?"
A smile spread across Jameson's face as she looked at Maria. She lifted her hand to tuck a stray hair behind Maria's ear. "Very rarely, my dear. Very rarely." Her hand trailed down Maria's arm until she caught hold of the other girl's hand. Maintaining eye contact with Maria, Jameson brought Maria's hand to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.
A soft sigh escaped Maria. "You're going to be the death of me, James." She said.
Jameson shook her head. "It is most certainly the other way around." Standing up straight, Jameson reached and lifter her three point hat from the nail on her wall using her hook. She placed the hat on her head, and stepped around Maria. "As much as I would love to spend the evening with you here, I'm afraid I have business to attend to." Jameson smiled at Maria apologetically.
"I understand." Maria smiled back.
Jameson playfully tipped her hat at Maria, and turned toward her door. She was reaching for handle when she felt a hand on her shoulder, spinning her around. Seconds later, she felt Maria's lips on hers in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Moments passed, and the two pulled away from each other, smiles on both of their faces.
"What was that?" Jameson asked.
"For luck." Maria shrugged. "You never know what could happen during a storm." She winked at Jameson and left the room, leaving Jameson staring after her.
"Dear God, it is absolutely the other way around." Jameson whispered, shocked at how the girl could turn her, the most ruthless Captain in all the seven seas, into a pile of mush with only a few words and a kiss.
Composing herself, Jameson exited her quarters as rain began to fall, and she was grateful to be wearing her hat. She began making her way to the main mast so she could return to the crow's nest when James Madison let out a loud cry.
"Land ho!"
They had arrived at Mermaid Cove.

(You're lying if you say you don't Marison. Also, sorry this was short. But next chapter's gonna be really long. And cool. Lot's of stuff happening. Okay bye now)