in all my dreams i drown

"My help? And what if I don’t give it?" the lass growled, arms folding across her chest.  No matter what the captain thought of himself, she was certain he couldn’t make her do a thing she didn’t want to.  Tiger was an independent girl, rebelling against the notion she might be compelled to do anything.

Shaking her head, she turned, offering Hook only her shoulder.  “We’ve made our best attempts, and to no avail.  If we knew how to escape this accursed island, don’t you think we would have by now?”  They certainly weren’t sticking around for the scenery, or Peter Pan’s infamous hospitality.  “Bother someone else.”

              ❝ Actually, I'm fairly certain that you have               wasted plenty of time trying to escape here.               The only difference is--you didn't have an               enchanted vessel. The Jolly Roger can travel               through realms with ease. ❞

       Their only hope of escaping was the ship as Pan wasn't        the type to simply let them walk out. Hook's gaze shifted        from her to the ship in the distance. Things wouldn't be        so difficult if he'd never burned the Pegasus sails in the        first place. Now, they were faced with making another set        of sails, which was what he'd need her help with.

"You're insane…Why would you …trade the Jolly Roger…for a bean? Why would you do such a thing?" she asked.

"How in the world are you doing that?”

( captnjones. )

        “Your ship is worrying my new boys.          I thought I’d warn you to set sail, captain.”

captnjones

⊰☪⊱ —

                “We don’t see many people with a hook nowadays.”

[the wolf commented, as he looked at the man next to him in the bar]

mad hook

captain pan

Wendy didn’t get to furious very often, but    having been without food for a week can do    that to you. Make you weak—angry, eager to    lash at anyone’s throat. Probably why Pan    made food on this island so scarce.

The littlest thing was beginning to set her off—    the crack of a branch as a monkey scampered    above her head; the sound of a cawing pheasant,    one that she’d been tracking for weeks.

More importantly, she was sure there was someone     in the shadows; whether watching her, or simply     there by coincidence, she didn’t know——all she knew     was that it was slowly infuriating.

❝ I’ve no patience for games. So if you could show    yourself, I’d be plenty grateful. ❞

       It wasn't very often that he set foot on the island. Hook        had always preferred to remain aboard the ship, safely        out of arms reach from those who looked to wreak havoc.        He did not deem such actions as cowardice, but rather        a necessary measure needed to survive in such a harsh        environment.

       Unfortunately, fishing had become increasingly difficult.        The crew had become restless to the point that they'd        riot without a means of sustenance. Hook had not been        spared in such feelings. He'd made the late night decision        to leave his quarters, string up a dinghy and hunt the island        for various resources. Anything to keep him from going mad.

       While his attempts hadn't proved to be entirely fruitful, the        pirate hadn't turned up empty-handed. With a sack of coconuts        slung over his back, the sound of another caught his attention.        Fearing it was a Lost Boy from Pan's brigade, his gut told him        to book it to shore, but curiosity got the better of him.

       He moved to step out of the brush, revealing himself to be        another neutral in the area. His intentions had not been to        hurt this darling girl before and they certainly weren't that        now. A dark eyebrow quirked as he bowed his head in a        ceremonious manner.

              ❝Didn't mean to startle you, my dear.❞