Peter Pan and the Pirate's Daughter

By: Anya
Disclaimer: I dont own crap but the girl and my ideas. Oh 
and the cool dagger and suit.
Summery: Things are about to change in Neverland when someone 
new arrives.
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	"Ahoy there!" the shout came from not ten yards 
from the Jolly Roger, catching the attention of the crew 
and Captain James Hook, who came to lean over the edge of 
the massive ship, glancing down into a small row boat that 
had drifted up to it's side, three passengers seated in 
the small wooden crafted raft.
	"Yes? What is your business here?" Hook asked yelling 
down in annoyance at the man that had spoken to them before. 
A short stout man stood in the boat, his balding head, gray 
and brown hairs scattered across it, glistening slightly 
in the afternoon sunlight. In his left hand, held against 
his chest was an old tattered shipman's hat and his over
alls covered his baggy tunic loosely, obviously a size or 
two too big for the small man. The man's beady gray eyes 
stared up, his other hand coming from his side up to shade 
his eyes from the glaring sun. He could not be saved from 
the glare that came from the captain however as the man 
looked worn and aggravated.
	"Cap'n, I have a delivery for ye, from the town 
on the other side of the Neverworld, Cryshanks, Sir."
	Hooks eyebrows raised in visible shock. He hadn't 
been to the other side of the Neverworld for years and had 
no acquaintances or business left there from his younger 
days. The only reason he'd gone to that port in the first 
place had been to gather more crew for his ship, which at 
that time he'd only had for a year or so. 
	Turning to Smee, he gave a slight nod and backed 
away, bringing a fist up to gather at the base of his chin 
in deep thought. His brows furrowed, he ran his mind quickly 
over the events that had occurred there, vaguely hearing 
Smee shout the order back to the boat that they were allowed 
to board the ship, but to make it quick. After a few moments, 
he turned back to watch the three figures board his ship, 
one being escorted between the two others, this person's 
head hung down, hiding their face from view. The first man 
aboard he recognized as the elder man who had shouted up 
to him from the boat. The second he could not see, but his 
eyes quickly darted worryingly to the ancient cuffs that 
held the figure's hands together behind their back. Holding 
onto the handclamps behind them was the third man. A tall 
burly fellow; the dark brush of hair that covered his chest 
showing through the opening at the top of his shirt. A sword 
scabbard hung at his hip from a dark leather belt. His gruff 
face was rough and worn as if he'd been caught in a sand
storm for years and just found himself out and on the open 
seas. A grim frown marred his face as his dark ebony eyes 
stared strait ahead, giving away nothing. His movements 
were rough as he pushed the 'prisoner forward, before tugging 
at the cuffs to make sure they stopped where he wanted them 
to.
	The older, short man stepped forward, pulling a 
piece of parchment from his vest jacket pocket and holding 
it forward. It was folded thrice and stamped clean with 
a wax marking Hook did not recognize. Snatching it from 
the man's hands, he tore into it, pulling it open and reading 
it, his dark eyes skimming the paragraphs quickly, worry 
folding in on his features as he read on, confusing the 
crew. The elder man turned to the back one with a nod, and 
he pushed the prisoner forward roughly. A grunt came from 
the person in protest of the harsh behavior bestowed upon 
them before the person flipped their long black hair back 
out of their face.
	"You understand now Cap'n, we had no choice in da 
matter of this. She's not of age yet and cannot be allowed 
to roam free. As it were, Sir, we was gonna take 'er in 
on the constables orders, but decided we ought see ye first, 
in case ye wanted 'er. She ain't much, but i'm sure she'd 
do good work on yer ship." The elder man stated proudly.
	Hook gave him a slight glare, then held the parchment 
up near his face. "What proof do you have of this?"
	The man looked slightly taken aback, unprepared 
for an argument in the matter.
	"If I am to take her," Hook started, stepping closer 
to the man and glaring down on him, "then I wish to have 
proof of the facts stated here."
	The elderly man once more reached into his pocket 
and pulled out another piece of parchment, quickly shoving 
it into the Captain's hands. "It's 'er certificate of birth, 
sir. It tells both parentage and if you need more proof 
just look at 'er. There cannot be a mistake. I assure you 
sir."
	Hook turned his eyes upon the figure he'd nearly 
ignored until now, staring into the young woman's dark black 
eyes, matching his own with flecks of soft green on the 
outer edges, more than likely from her mother. Her long 
black hair reached to just above her elbows, tattered and 
tangled and dirty. Her face had smudges of dirt on them, 
more than likely from sleeping in some alley or stall. Her 
body was tall and lithe, extremely skinny and underfed. 
She had small bruises across her arms, he assumed from the 
struggle of her capture. She was clad in black pants that 
looked as if they'd had better days, cut up and stained 
with mud and grass. Accompanying the pants; a deep brown 
shirt that obviously belonged to a man at some point, a 
belt the only thing keeping it from giving away more of 
her figure, the leather wrapped tightly around her waist 
and chest.
	"Uncuff her.” he growled to the hefty man, still 
holding her wrists captive. The man looked at him strangely 
before looking to the elder man, who was obviously the boss. 
The man stared at her for a moment, her body towering his, 
nearly a foot higher. He gave a short nod and the brute 
pressed a key into the small lock on the back, letting loose 
her hands, which immediately flew together in the front, 
her delicate long fingers running across the bruises the 
cuffs had created. She looked up at Hook as he swiftly took 
her chin in his hand.
	"What were you arrested for, girl?" he asked her 
harshly and received a growl.
	Her low voice echoed in the near silence, only accompanied 
by the waves of the sea. "I have a name."
	Hook's eyes rolls in exasperation. "Then what is 
your name, child?"
	She stared up into his eyes for a moment before 
answering in a low tone. "Anna."
	"Alright then, Anna", he said stretching out the 
name," What crime were you arrested for?" he questioned 
again, not letting go of her chin.
	"Stealing." she said, her tone proud and unashamed 
as she stared up at him.
	Hooks eyes darted to the elder man. "What did she 
steal?"
	"Food sir, from the market, she took three potatoes, 
a tomato and a leg of lamb.."he said slowly, his eyes staying 
on the young girls face.
	Hook stepped back, letting go of her face finally, 
but she kept it upturned, proud against all of them, her 
eyes wide and dangerous. Cautioning.
	After a few moments of silence the elder man stepped 
forward again. "If you pardon Cap'n we have a lot to do. 
Will you take her or not, Sir?" 
	Hook turned away for a moment and the gruff man 
with the cuffs started to grab her hands again, her body 
protesting and writhing against him, her eyes dangerously 
glaring at Hook's back before he turned swiftly, just as 
the cuffs were pulled from the man's pocket. Captain Hook 
turned swiftly to Smee. 
	"Pay off her debt as I am sure it is not much to 
lose. She will stay and earn her way aboard this crew." 
he said glaring before retreating down into the ship, to 
his private quarters, leaving his crew to settle the girl 
into a steady work pattern.



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A/N: ok, well that's the first chapter. I'd love to hear 
reviews about it. Plz no flames! I lost my marshmellows 
to roast them on. ^_^ I worked hard on this, so let me know 
if you like it and if I should continue. Thanx!!!  ~Anya~