Building Neverland-Hook Rising

Chapter 8-This is all your fault!

Due to Nibs and Kay threatening to mutiny, there was a touch more lenience aboard the ship for a while. Hook could not risk such a thing occurring and he knew the Goldeneye pirates were loyal enough to likely choose their Goldeneye leader's side if it came to it. So Angela stayed by Turnip while he recovered upon their brief list of commands. They demanded that if Hook were to insist on continuing to kidnap children, there could be no more death, not of their parents, not of the children if they stepped out of line. They also insisted that Angela not be treated as a prisoner aboard the ship and to be allowed her budding relationship with Turnip, and Hook begrudgingly relented at least for the time being. 

So Angela tended Turnip's wounded back, brought him his meager cut rations of food while he laid out face down on a blanket-covered slab, unable to lay on his back or move much until the wounds crusted over. She kept them tended to, to ensure no infection was spreading. The whole while he said nothing to her, just stared quietly at the wall across from him, only coming out of it when meals were brought which were mostly small bowls of watery soup or spare crusts of bread.

Soaked rags lay across his striped back as she tended to them, checking each and every one. He gasped in pain as she tended to one particularly damp strip, recoiling back slightly as she looked to him, "I'm sorry." She had to change the strips, as she carefully peeled it from the gaping wound, the strip sticking to him and peeling back in grotesque fashion while he buried his face within his arms to keep himself silent, breathing haggard. She flinched slightly as he jerked once she pulled the strip free. "I'm sorry!" She cried out to him.  

He slowly exhaled. "It's alright." He whispered back to her gently, putting his face in his hands for a moment while she checked the rest of his bandages, each one more sticky and stuck to him than the last. 

"No, it is not." She responded back firmly through tears, sitting down beside him as he rolled onto his side slightly to face her. "If not for me you wouldn't have gotten caught and you wouldn't be here right now, in pain, and starving. It's not fair and it's all my fault." She whispered shakily, her lower lip quivering as she hugs her knees to her chest and buries her face in her arms so as not to let him see her cry. His hand reached up to touch her back tenderly.

"It wasn't a good plan." He stated softly, chuckling a bit. Even he had to admit that among all of his plans this one was the least well thought out and went the way it should have gone pretty much. Did he really think he could kidnap someone? Was he really capable of that? No, most assuredly not.

She sat upright swiftly, lifting her head from her arms to turn towards him. "Still, if I had not left the clues for the Amazi, then we could have gotten farther away and maybe even..." She whispered as he leaned forward to place his forehead against hers, stroking his fingers through her long ivory curls, silencing her for a moment. She shut her eyes tight and leaned into him, breathing erratic as he begins to breathe with her to calm her down, slow deep breaths that they shared in unison until she began to finally relax.  

"Next time, we will know better." He said softly, as she looked to him surprised that he still planned on escaping. There was no escape from Hooks crew other than banishment or death, neither of which were preferable as to be banished meant being exiled on a lonely island to starve to death or go mad and death was well death. 

"Next time?! There is not going to be a next time, Turnip! You could have died! Next time you most assuredly will! Promise me you won't! PROMISE ME!" She stated loudly in upset, breathing heavily as he soothed her, shushing her gently, closing his eyes. 

"Alright alright...I promise..." he whispered to her, kissing her cheek gently before laying his head back down atop his arms, as she sat there for a moment in relief before going back to work on his bandages. 

Hook had given up for the time being keeping the children separated from one another. Two would be easier to monitor than they would be separated and if his daughter really did steal the heart of the young scoundrel, it might be difficult for him to leave her. Granted Hook understood that meant possibly thwarting multiple escape attempts but so far he had succeeded in such, and there was no way he was going to let his daughter go without a fight. He would stick her in a cell below the ship for the rest of her natural-born life before he would ever let her go. Mutiny and list of demands be damned.