Hooked

home sweet...ship

I was treated by the sound of cheering as I climbed aboard I smiled of course being proud of my robbery, but didn't pay much attention to the men around me. Though I had lived on the ship my entire life,and even being one myself , I was not a fan of pirates. Most of them were too loud and drunk, so I walked right by them to the captain's cabin, took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Wendy! My darling daughter you were amazing !" my father said while beaming at me. I smiled back. My father and I were not the closest, but we both loved our jobs.

"Thank you" I said as I dropped the bagof jewels on the table and went to get a drink. One of the few good things about being a pirate is the Rum. Not that I ever really drank enough to get drunk, I had seen what it did to the other crew members and I thought to highly of myseljgf to ever get into that situation. I left my fathet in his cabin to look over the new jewels with his first mate, Mr. Smee.

Mr. Smee was a big man, no scratch that, a huge man. Not in the sense that he was fat but more muscles, he probabky stood at 6' 5". I've seen him lift five men at once when we were attacking a ship once. He was't exactly the nicest person so I usually tried to keep my distance and stay out of his way.

I took my drink and headed to my room to change, you would rarley see me wearing a dress but my father insisted on it when I went ashore. By now we were far away from London and I hate to say it but my heart ached a little at the thought, who knows the next time I will see real poeple. I sighed as I changed into my usual clothes.

A royal royal blue shirt with a black bodice to hold it in place, black pants and boots I had "borrowed" when I was on shore. Then I went to wash my face. After the cold water cleaned the city off my face I felt much better, observing my face in the mirror I had hanging above my dresser. I stared at my ocean blue eyes, creamy complection and high cheek bones, while brushing out my very tangled very wavy Chesnutt colored hair.

Once I was finished I made my way out onto the deck steering clear of all the drunken buffoons around me and I started climbing up to the crows nest, where I know I would always see a friendly face. As I reached the top I wanst disappointed either, reaching out his hand to help me over was my best friend in the whole world... Eric. He had black hair almost like a raven and dark brown eyes. He stood about a whole head taller then my 5' 6" hight. I remembered when he joined the crew he was just a scrawny boy who I found on a trip to London. He was on board of a rivaling ship for a while, but swore his loyalty to the Jolly Roger so my father spared him.

"Did you have fun while you were on land?" he asked me knce I got settled, kmowing fully that going ashore was my favorite thing.

"It was a amazing, the weather was perfect and the sky was clear, a-and I wish I could have stayed longer" I replied with a sigh resting my head on his shoulder, feeling his body shake with laughter. I lifted my head up to stare at him and he was looking at me with amusement in his eyes. " What is so funny I demanded" giving him a nudge with my shoulder. While he continued to chuckle.

"You are" he said with another laugh " I'm sorry it's just that dreamy expression you get when you talk about London, it's honestly not all its cracked up to be. Remember I use to live there you know". I flicked his arm playfully not caring about what he said. In my mind or any place that has nothing to do with being stuck on a ship for months on en sounded pretty good to me.

"I don't care what you think Eric, I'm still going to move there one day". I said sounding sure of myself, but knowing we were both thinking the same thing.

"You know your father would never allow you to, but one day I'll take you there and show all the places I used to go Wendy Bird ( his nickname for me since we were kids). I'll take you to the finest restaurants, and and you will have the nicest dresses." I laughed a little at him thinking that I would willingly wear a dress and he laughed too. Leaning my head back on his shoulder and looking at the peaceful waves and thinking about London lights I began to drift to sleep.

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"LAND HO!" ah of course, there goes my alarm clock right on schedule, I rolled my eyes having no idea what time it really was because my father hated clocks. he never actually told me why, but I k iw it has somthing to do with his hand that got cut off in a fight. That's all he woul tell me of tbe story and yet I have a feeling that I might find out someday, maybe. Eric had already left. I stood up and stretched I can't believe that I had fallen asleep in the crow's nest again. I looked down at the commotion on deck, seeing the bustle of men at work preparing to dock, the. turned my gaze slowly to the beautiful yet deadly island that had been my home of solitude for years. Neverland.