𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ⎈ 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘯

Chapter 1: Little Game

Rowan's POV

"𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍," 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃, catching my attention, causing me to look up from the stick that I shaving with my dagger. "Lost boys are attacking from on shore."

The Captain raised an eyebrow and stood. "Well then, we can't just sit around and let these boys sink the Jolly Roger Get the men on deck. Ready the cannons. Let's have us a little brawl, shall we?"

"Yes, sir." Smee nodded, straightening his little red beanie and sprinted as fast as his stubby, little legs could carry him up the stairs.

Hook then turned to me. "Get yourself ready, lass. I'm gonna need your wits with me when we start."

I smiled. "Aye, Aye, Captain." He winked at me right before I turned.

"And, Rowan?"

"Yes, Captain?" I answered.

He grinned, "Don't forget your hat."

I laughed and walked backwards, arms open, "How could I?"

He laughed and athletically ran up to the top deck.

I quickly went into my room next to the captain's chambers. I grabbed my thick belt and laced it around my waist over my corset and skirt. I shoved my pistol into the holster and a sword in its sheath. I wrapped a leg band around my calf shoved my dagger into it. I then laced up my boots and ploped my captain's hat on top of my head. I checked myself in the mirror, using it to help me remember if I was forgetting anything. I saw my bright blue eyes and curly black hair, slender but muscular figure, and all my weapons in their correct positions. I saw the resemblance of me and the Captain, my father. I saw nothing of my mother. She died when I was young. She was one of Hook's scandals.

I smirked at myself in the mirror, grabbed my telescope and sprinted to meet my father.
I stood next to my dad, examining the competition, we were far enough away that they couldn't hit us, but their ignorant asses were sure trying. I opened the telescope and looked through. I then handed it to my father.

"Any sign of Pan yet?" I asked.

My father looked through the telescope at the boys while answering, "Not yet, but he'll show up sooner or later."

Suddenly, the rest of the crew fell silent. I looked over at them, seeing their fear.

"You know me all too well, Captain."

My father and I turned abruptly toward the voice. Pan was smirking, sitting on the railing behind us, playing with a ring that was on his finger. Pan skillfully twirled it in the air before catching it and putting it on. He stood and looked around at the ship.

"I'm impressed. You always manage to keep your ship in top notch shape. It's beyond me how you manage to do so." He turned his attention back to us, eyebrows flicking as he talked.
My father subtly placed himself between the young demon and me. I put my hand on the pistol at my waist, cautiously. "What do you want, Pan?" I looked at him from the corner of my eye.
Pan chuckled darkly, looking down before raising his eyes to meet mine, looking at me from under his eyelashes. "Do I always need a reason to board my neighbors ship?" He smirked, leaning his head back slightly.

I took a step forward so I was no longer behind my father, but next to him. "No, but there is always a reason with you. What. Do. You. Want?" I pressed, glaring.

Pan kept the mischievous glimmer in his eye. "I want to play a little game."

Hook took a step forward and stood directly between Peter and I. Before he could get a word out, Pan held up his hand to silence the man, making brief eye contact with him before returning his gaze, slightly hungrily back to me. He pointed at me.

"Just her and I."

I glared with a blinding hate at the boy in front of me. I kept my chin up, refusing to show any sign of fear or intimidation as I held his gaze.

"I'm not goin--"

"What's the game." I stepped in front of my father, interrupting him.

"Rowan, you can't--" Hook started again.

"A duel. Your weapon of choice. My time. Your place. No leutentiets. Just man and girl. No witnesses. Just us."

I kept my face hard and fierce. "And if I don't accept?"

He raised an eyebrow again at me, licking his lips briefly before opening his arms. "You'd turn me down? I have you surrounded. I could sink your ship with the wave of my hand." He held his hand up higher, so the boys behind him could see. It was so silent, I could hear the bows go taught behind me. I turned my head slightly toward the noise, eyes on the ground, thinking.

"Conditions?" I asked,

Pan smirked. "I lose, you get to kill three of my boys."

My father stepped forward, placing his hooked hand on my shoulder, finally getting a full sentence out. "And if you win?"

The demon chuckled and took a step forward, so we were inches apart. I held eye contact once more, glaring at him in utter loathing from under my eyelashes. "I get the girl."

The silence was deafening. I could hear my rapid pulse and feel the boy's breath on my face.
He smiled evilly as he saw the pride in my eyes.

"Daggers." I stated.

Pan grinned and leaned his head back slightly. "In 30 minutes."

"Right here." I took a step back. "In the meantime," I glared with burning loathing, "Get the hell off my ship."

Peter stood right where he was for a moment. He then bowed suddenly and slowly, continuously holding eye contact.

He then walked backwards and hopped onto the railing. "Prepare well, lass." He then fell backwards off of it, disappearing into thin air right before he hit the water.

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A/N: 

Howdy! Welcome! I've been meaning to publish this on Wattpad for so long now! The story  is on ArchiveOfOurOwn!

You can find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14267499/chapters/32907366

Please leave comments, because I love all the feedback I can get! I love knowing everyones thoughts and feelings while reading my stuff because it keeps me going! Also, any constructive criticism, I'd love! Okay bye! 

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