"Charlie!" Wendy whispered the young crew member, "Charlie come here!"
Charlie turned his head over his shoulder to see Wendy still in her night gown hiding behind a door. He jogged over and gave her a nervous smile.
"Yes Miss Wendy?"
"I need your help," she said, "And I need it quickly."
"Will I get in trouble for this?" he asked cautious.
"Don't worry I'm not escaping," she waved her hand as if the thought was ridiculous, "But no you won't be in trouble."
He nodded his head, "What do you need Miss?"
"Well…"
Hook started to go to his cabin to fetch Wendy when the cabin boy appeared before him, "She said she'll meet you by the mast," he said quickly, not looking Hook in the eye.
"What makes you think that I would listen to a cabin boy such as yourself?" Hook sneered.
"She asked me to tell you…" Charlie said quietly.
"Did she now?"
"Yes sir…"
Hook was enjoying the boy's fear, he was feeding upon it, relishing in the fact that he could still make a member of his crew shake in their boots.
"Why should I believe you?" he growled and started to tap his hook menacingly.
"She asked…"
Hook rolled his eyes in distaste, "She has five minutes before I go in and fetch her myself. If anything goes awry, it will be your neck to swing first."
Charlie nodded, "Yes sir," and ran quickly back to the cabin.
"Smee!" Hook beckoned, and Smee appeared by his side almost immediately.
"Captain?"
"Do you know what Miss Darling is planning?"
"Planning sir?" Smee said genuinely confused.
Hook stayed silent for a moment before replying quietly, "She wouldn't run. She wouldn't do that."
Hook looked out to the water towards the island, lost in thought. She couldn't leave, he thought. He used the excuse of the plan, but it was a very faint thought compared to how much he just needed her here.
She just amuses me, Hook thought angrily, she's a good distraction, that's all.
"Captain," Smee said breathlessly, "She's coming."
Hook spun around looking for her, but missed her entirely at first. Then he saw her.
"Hello Captain!" she replied gaily.
Wendy Darling, daughter of a well respected London family, an English lady, a girl with impeccable manners, was wearing trousers.
Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, a white cotton shirt tucked into her pants. Her boots went up to her knees, clinging to her legs delicately. The whole outfit clung too close, making Hook stare at the way her legs were moving.
