You Forget Yourself Ms. Darling

You Forget Yourself Ms. Darling

Chapter the Second

Silently the pirate traveled towards his destination, a place all in Neverland knew how to reach. He had scarcely espied the house when he noticed her, the fair Wendy, standing at the window of her bedroom, he wondered if this was the famed nursery window the lothesome Pan had first discovered the beautiful storyteller. He crept closer, staring at the girl, no woman now, he reminded himself, she was grown now, maybe with children of her own, he considered again why he had come, not really knowing the reasons himself, something had drawn him there. He looked up at her once he was below her window and noticed she was crying, he barely had time to notice before she had jumped! Franticly he scrambled, trying desperately to catch her, feeling her weight fall heavily upon him he breathed a heavy sigh before falling back into the snow in relief.

Picking himself up he laid her down, cradling her head in his lap he inspected her body, seeing if she was hurt, her head was bleeding badly, he would have to get her back to the ship quickly if Smee was to do anything for her. The Captain looked down at her, the snow falling on her lashes, and to his surprise she opened his eyes, an expression of pure puzzlement on her face before she slipped again into unconsciousness. He picked her up quickly and carried her to his awaiting carriage, with curt orders to the driver they sped off. He cradled her in his arms like he would a child, not caring if his jacket was ruined by her freely bleeding head wound. He held her tighter as she groaned in pain and thrashed weakly in his arms, he shushed her and spoke comforting words into her ear, he hoped they reached the ship in time.

As they sped through the streets of the city the smell of the ocean told him they were near the ship. Once there he hurried her to his quarters, shouting for Smee as he laid her upon the richly clothed bed. Smee came then, and looked at the girl in shock, not knowing what to think he did his work silently. When he was done Smee helped get Captain Hook undressed. Still silent he worked the buttons and harness holding the false hand on, switching it to his infamous hook he was so named for, once his work was done Smee left, leaving the captain to his thoughts.

Hook looked down at the girl sleeping in his bed, and noticed a scrap of paper sticking out of the pocket of her pale yellow dress, curious he pulled it out, and stared at what he saw. It was a drawing, staring up at him, were his own eyes. The girl had talent, the drawing was flawless, except for the eyes, he saw that she hadn't been able to quite get the eyes right. He wondered why she had drawn him instead of that awful Pan brat, he wondered what it meant. Quietly he set it upon the nightstand and left the room.

Walking to the railing of the Jolly Rodger he watched the ocean and gave the orders to get underway. The further away they got from the city the better he felt. He hardly remembered the time when he had been a part of all the hustle and bustle, but he felt vaguely uneasy being back among the world he had all but forgotten. He tried to remember his past and found he couldn't, Neverland made you forget, and he sometimes wondered if maybe that was better. Feeling as if he may jump over the railing if he thought about this any more he stomped his way back to his quarters, once again confronted with the image of Wendy in his bed he reached out to tenderly stroke her hair, she was so beautiful, it made him ache to be so near her, frustrated with himself for letting her effect him so he went into his sitting room and curled up on the love seat there, at last finding a fitful sleep.

((Well there you go, i hope you all have enjoyed this so far, as I've enjoyed writing it, as always let me know what you think and feel free to offer any suggestions you may have. for those of you who have an eye for grammar, spelling, and such please let me know if i did alright in that regard as well. ttfn!))