Tiger Lily (A Peter Pan Fanfic)

Chapter Two

A/N: I know several years passed before Hook encountered Rumple, but I'm only going to make it around a year. ALSO: for some reason, no matter how I spell "Rumplestiltskin", it still says it's wrong, so I'm just going to spell it as "Rumplestiltskin". Just ignore the ones that are spelled as "Rumpelstiltskin". I will go back and change them all later.

About one year had passed since we'd taken Milah on board, and no, we'd not gotten along any better. I'd gotten over the fact that she'd left her husband, and that my dad practically stole her from Rumpelstiltskin. On my birthday. However, Milah and I just didn't get along.

There were certain responsibilities that needed to get done that she simply neglected. Easy ones, too. Milah was downright irresponsible, and my dad was completely oblivious to this fact. The crew, however, noticed perfectly.

"Still not used to Milah, huh?" the cabin boy, Jase, asked, a grin playing on his lips.

Rolling my eyes, I scoffed at him. "Of course not. She doesn't pull her own weight around here, and she flounces around the ship acting like she's the captain. I hate it. Don't you?"

Jase opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off when my father came strolling towards us. "Jase, I'm going to need the cargo on the port side moved to the dock."

"Aye, I'll get right on that, sir." Jase answered swiftly as he went to follow his orders.

We were docked at the Enchanted Forest once again; it was a brilliant place for trading. Most of the crew had already left the ship to go drink in one of the taverns, leaving myself and about four other crewmen to do their dirty work.

My father greeted me with a nod before informing me he too would be at the tavern if I needed anything.

Things had been a bit rocky between us. The cause? Milah. He knew neither of us got along, but somehow, he never managed to get rid of that miserable woman. Honestly, I'd tried to get along with Milah, I really had, but it was simply impossible.

After going through my routine of swabbing my assigned part of the deck, and washing the dishes and clothes that the crew had managed to get in the laundry, about an hour and a half had passed, and now the sun was just beginning to set; the sky bursting with vibrant, warm colors.

Guilt was starting to creep in, making my stomach feel somewhat uncomfortable. This passive aggressive feud with my father needed to end. I was nowhere near ready to apologize to Milah, but apologizing to my dad would definitely be a start.

Exiting the ship, I made my way down the narrow pathways towards the small, dimly lit center of town. This wasn't the nicest village we'd ever visited; it smelled of rotten fish and sever spoiled vegetables. The streets were littered with grime and waste papers, and there were beggars huddled at almost every building.

As the tavern came into view, I paused. I heard voices. Voices that I recognized.

"...Gutter rats have displayed more manners that you! " someone spat. That someone would be my father.

He was standing with his back toward me, several of the crewmen behind him. A hooded figure turned to face my father, and spoke in a low, raspy tone, "Ah, no, I'm sorry, sir."

Approaching the figure my father continued, "Ah. No, I was wrong. Not a rat at all. More...more like a crocodile."

The crew erupted in laughter as my father knocked some of the figure's belongings to the ground, the belongings landing with a "clang" sound.

The figure jumped and kneeled down to collect their belongings, and my father stood over them, not yet done harassing them. "What's your name, crocodile?"