the sea gives, the sea takes away

blake hook. pirate. bound for hell.

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your bridges are burning and the tables are turning || Queenie and Blake

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Queenie started to laugh with him and shrugged. “Yeah sort of, I’ve been around for years. I just avoided humans for a long time, and then I ended up on that ship and its like all I have now. Everything else went away.” She confessed, almost ready to blurt out her real self. She’d already dropped a couple hints already in her wording, though it had all been subconscious. “Oh I don’t know, it might be the best house I ever see because it’ll be the first house I ever see! I’m really happy to be seeing it.” She looked back at him as he came around back to her and carried on walking, swinging her arms because the topic was edging on something she wasn’t sure she liked. “How come you stayed so long?” She asked, looking sideways at him. “He’s nice to me, always has been. He took me in and I’ve been there ever since. My first everything, meal, proper bed, friend.” 

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Blake cocked a brow and gave the girl a once over, curious at her choice of word. “Humans, eh? Not human yourself, then?” The boy asked, pretty quick to pick up on things. Though perhaps not when it came to his father. He should’ve known that the captain had something bad for him in mind when he asked Blake to meet him in the woods alone, at night. “I stayed so long because he was my father. That didn’t seem to matter much to him though.” Blake commented through gritted teeth. He raised his brows when Queenie said that he was her first everything, and couldn’t help pitying her a bit. There were thousands, hell, there were millions of people out there that were better for her than James Hook.

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your bridges are burning and the tables are turning || Queenie and Blake

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“That’s so amazing! I haven’t actually been inside a house before. That sounds ridiculous right?” She laughed, “Only the ship really.” Queen added, furrowing her brows at the realisation of how small her life seemed to be. She decided to properly befriend Blake, more so than already, so that she could take little trips away from the Roger to visit him. Considering all she had on the ship it seemed was James, that would be okay. “I can’t wait to see it.” She added, lifting her dress to stop it from getting muddy in a particularly wet section of ground. The blonde went through the opening he’d created and sighed. “Yes, I suppose so. I’m really not used to being so confined, I don’t know, I don’t like it.” She couldn’t quite explain how it all made her feel, and she didn’t know whether it was okay to say these things to him of all people. Rory, yes. It felt strange to be so open with the son of her partner, and Queen wondered whether he sometimes felt weird around her too.

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Blake cracked a grin and started to shake his head. “No… actually,” he broke into a laugh. “Yes, yes, that does sound ridiculous. What, did you grow up on the island, then? I didn’t think anyone Native was left.” He commented, wiping some spittle from the corner of his mouth away. “It’s actually better if you’ve never been in a real house before, because this is a real shitty copy,” he chuckled again, maneuvering around a tree in the middle of the path. He nodded understandingly about feeling confined. He felt trapped for a long time on that ship, feeling like he owed something to the man who gave him a place to live for all of those years. “Yeah, I hated that bloody ship for years before I finally got out,” he muttered, visibly irritated from thinking about his father. “Don’t know how you put up with him,” Blake added, clearly talking about his father.

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Gleaming River | Blake & Sparrow

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Sparrow was busy, picking rocks from underneath the water. Always finding new ones and making stories to go along with them. Maybe they were stars that fall and became a rock of magic, maybe they had different powers. Or just maybe they would get rid of all the icky lost kiss Robert had stole from her lips. She felt a splash and quickly turned around and saw Blake and smiled. “Well, hello old friend. Pirates finally taking a bath oh my, im so very surprised! I would get you a bar of soap but i highly doubt lost kids or pirate have any on hand.” She couldn’t help but give a short breath laugh. In the heat her freckles would cover up the bride of her nose and cheeks. Like Stars scatter across the sky. She always a smile on her face and thank god this little river was cold enough to keep her mellow and calm

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Blake emerged with a laugh, shaking his wet hair to one side with a splash. “Oh yeah, well I could say the same to you, kid,” the boy chuckled. “Thought a swim might be good on a day like today, don’t you think?” He asked, though it was obvious she’d had the same idea, since here she was. “How’ve you been, then?” He asked, cocking his head to the side and shaking out some water from his ear. “Having loads of adventures and the like, I’m sure?”

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your bridges are burning and the tables are turning || Queenie and Blake

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“I needed a break from that ship,” she forced a laugh so it seemed lighthearted, taking his hand and getting up with his help. “You have a cabin?” She asked, it had been forever since she’d seen him. She supposed this was why. “I’d love to,” she grinned eagerly, it was just what she wanted and she suddenly felt lucky she’d hit him. “Anything will do,” she added, because she didn’t care what they ate. It was mostly tasteless anyway. “Did you build it yourself? The cabin?”

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Blake gave another smile to match hers, glad that she wanted to hang out. He hadn’t had much for company as of late, except for Smee, and he grew tiresome after a while. “Yeah, had a bit of help with putting her together, but for the most part,” Blake nodded. It had been an exhausting process; finding the proper stones and the mortar that was hard to make with scarce ingredients. It took two months to finally get up and standing, and even longer to get settled. He had explored some of the abandoned Native camps and gathered as many leftover blankets that he could carry to hang up around the walls to cut some of the draft. His bed was just his hammock; a couple pieces from the backbone of a washed up whale on the east side of the island were chairs around a tree trunk table; Smee had helped him build some odds and ends, like drawers and such for the few belongings he did have, and the rest of the place was pretty bare. Blake led the way through the trees, wondering what his father would think if Queenie was gone for long, and relished in the thought that the captain would perturbed. It was clear as day to anyone with eyes that James loved the girl. “So, ship life getting to you finally?” Blake asked with a chuckle, holding a branch out of her way.

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your bridges are burning and the tables are turning || Queenie and Blake

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“Neither was I,” She mumbled, though the words were muffled as she was rubbing the side of her face. It was more shock than pain. “Yeah I’m fine.” Queenie sat back with her legs sprawled out and laughed. “No matter how many times I walk these woods, I just get lost. I didn’t want to get stuck in the dark. I should just stay in the sea.” Queen mumbled the final words and looked to the side. “Where were you going?”

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“Oh,” he replied, a little dejected. “So, just a walk in the woods then? Headed back to the Roger after, I suppose?” Blake asked, pulling himself to his feet and reaching out a hand to her. “I was just headed back to my cabin.” He glanced over her shoulder at the fleck of beach far beyond her, and then looked back to meet her gaze. “Don’t suppose you’ve had supper; want to join me? I don’t have much but there are some ripe bananas and bread that Smee brought over on one of his rounds that needs to be eaten before the weeks up.”

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your bridges are burning and the tables are turning || Queenie and Blake

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Queenie wasn’t sure what happened, she should have seen Blake running towards her, slightly from her right. She had to have been thinking too much about direction to notice him. All of a sudden she was on top of him, she felt her jaw snap shut as she landed and unintentionally left all her weight on him under her. “Sorry,” She groaned as she tried to get herself off him. 

“No, no,” he started to say, leaning up on his elbow and gathering his wits. “It’s not your fault,” he huffed some more. “It was mine; I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he finally managed to string a sentence together. “You okay?” He asked through raised eyebrows, giving Queenie a quick look over to make sure she wasn’t hurt too bad. “Where’re you running?” He asked, half hoping, though slightly sadistic, that she had finally left his father.

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your bridges are burning and the tables are turning || Queenie and Blake

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Queenie turned in circles, she was lost, so lost she couldn’t even tell where she’d come from. Every tree looked the same, it was ridiculous. She couldn’t even see those fresh water springs that she’d been heading for. She’d wanted water, but there were so many pirates about on deck and on the docks she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sneak away long enough to have her tail. She did notice though, that none of them were heading inland and that’s exactly where she set her sights and what got her into the mess. Queenie considered calling out for help, for James, but she felt so silly at the thought. She’d done this a hundred times before, she wasn’t going to let the forest win. With a snap decision, she started running to the left hoping soon it would be quiet enough for her to hear running water.

Blake was running back to his home to work a little more on the stone oven he’d been building, hoping to get the work in before the sun went down and the wild things came out to play. He saw her too late, and slammed right into Queenie who was also running, and went tumbling to the ground. Blake tried to soften her own fall by maneuvering so she would land on her, and he fell with a thud. “Jesus Christ,” he huffed, trying to catch his breath.

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Gleaming River | Blake & Sparrow

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Sparrow had so much on her mind, she’d thought about what Robert said and she wasn’t a normal girl because her body started to look more like an adult and the thought of growing up scared her. She’d have to be married, have kids and worth to make the house clean and no longer be free. Most of all it wouldn’t be for love. Sparrow wasn’t one to find love but knew it was there and just left the thought in the back of her mind. Sparrow found herself in a part of Neverland where not many people came to, the river seemed to shimmer and she thought it was rather brave of her to jump in. The Sparrow, undressed herself leaving the undergarments of course and swam in it. She liked to think of it as, when she was soaking up the water in her hair and body she was washing away thoughts that didn’t belong. She placed her fingers on her lips and wondered if Robert’s kiss was still there, could anyone see it she thought, why did he even bother. 

Blake was sweating in the hot, Neverland sun. He had been building a stone oven on the outside of his home, and lifting heavy rocks all morning. While the mortar (made of mud and grass) set, Blake staggered down to the body of water to wash up. His arms, up to his elbows, were completely covered in mud, and his forehead was speckled with it from when he swatted at a sweat bead or fly. He had long been shirtless, and his chest also had a few marks of mortar and handprint smears here and there. Blake didn’t see the girl right away, but when he did, he couldn’t help but smirk at the back of her nearly naked frame in the water. Instead of announcing himself, Blake rushed at the shore and dove into the water with a neat little splash.

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lost || blake & sparrow

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Sparrow couldn’t help but giggle at the butterflies reaction and began to walk. “Can’t you feel the wind? It seems a little wet and it smells of rain.” Maybe the little bird had gone mad. She could see the confusion on his face, maybe it was because the butterfly, “You’ll get use to Neverland again, dont worry. Just listen.” She gave a small reassuring smile, hoping that would comfort his worrying. She wasn’t sure what it was but wanted to be friend. She had many questions for him and it was about being a pirate, Why did he leave the big old ship, something must of been horrible to make him leave. 

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Blake frowned a little at her words; how did she know what he was thinking? Was she some kind of mind reader? He shuddered at the thought. He never liked the idea of someone walking around in his brain, flicking through the magazines of his mind. “Right,” Blake chuckled uneasily, and then continued to walk toward camp. There was something unsettling about the girl, and he hoped that something to eat might help him to stop thinking about it.

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lost || blake & sparrow

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Sparrow caught his grin and gave a short breath laugh. She’d been fighting pirates and others for years. It was second nature to her. She knew the land very well, been here for so long she could almost hear Neverland speak to her. “Alright, no need to go off and be sassy.” She was walking along beside him and stretched out her arm for him to stop. Moments later dozens of butterflies passed by them, different colors, big and small. She smiled and watched them, slowly holding out her hand to see if one would land on her hand and so one did, bright blue with black dots. “I think one of those summer storms are coming it’s best we hurry up! Yeah? “ She looked over at him with a smile. 

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Blake rolled his eyes in an exaggerated and almost feminine manner when she told him not to be sassy, and laughed a bit. He jolted to a stop when she threw her hand in front of him, and was amazed to see an array of flutter bys flood in front of them. His gaze trickled from the stream of color to her extended arm, flickering over every freckle up to the spattering of stars across her face. For a moment, he was entranced. How did she know they were coming? And how much have I missed by not being on this island? The questions he asked himself never surfaced as she began to tell him about a storm. “Ah, right,” he nodded, reaching out to touch the wing of the blue butterfly, only to have it bat its wings at him.

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lost || blake & sparrow

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Sparrow followed and just felt like she didn’t want to walk. She flew on her side along side him, just like nothing. Sparrow looked over at him and couldn’t help it, there was something fishy about him. “Blake, you’re a very strange fellow but I think we’re going to get along just grand, even if you are a pirate. “ She giggled. Sparrow knew he was or use to be one something about him. She set her feet down on the ground and walked along with him, smiling to herself and tucking her long hair behind her ears. 

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Blake stared at her incredulously, wanting to deny his pirate lineage but also knowing it didn’t matter. He was a pirate. And that’s not what he was ashamed of. “Fine,” he said, jaw tightening, not bothering to ask her how she knew. Everyone seemed to know everything before him anyway, so there was no point in pushing it. “I am a pirate, and I’m no longer a part of a crew,” he muttered the last bit, stealing a glance over his shoulder in the direction of the bay. “But we’ll see,” Blake said, giving her a practiced, crooked grin.

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lost || blake & sparrow

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Sparrow flew back with the bow close to her. She rolled her eyes. “No, Just in case something comes and attacks us or anything out there like pirates. I’ll be able to defend myself, thank you very much. “ Sparrow said very proudly. Hour hike was nothing, she could go walking for hours and still not be tired. Sparrow followed him and kept up next to him. Always aware of her surroundings. This was a lost girl and had to fend for herself if needed. Sparrow was very curious about him. “An hour hike is not that bad, you got me and the rest of Neverland to keep you company” She wasn’t sure what the other lost kids would say about her spending the day with this guy. He could have been a pirate, he carried himself like one but she still wasn’t too sure. 

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“Oh, well, good call,” he stated, wondering if it was worth mentioning that he was a pirate as well. Not with the Jolly Roger’s crew, of course, but still. Blake figured it didn’t matter much at all now. “Right,” the boy chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I haven’t had much of it, so it’s a nice change,” he told her, wondering what his sister was up to. He hadn’t seen her since things had changed. He wondered if having her around would make things any easier; then decided that it would. Jill always made things more bearable. Or she gave him such a hard time that it put everything into its proper place. Blake continued on toward the woods where the trail would pick up, moving at an upwards pace.

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lost || blake & sparrow

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She nodded to his idea of salmon, sounded very yummy. It had been awhile since she’d had fish but was willing to catch it. Hunting was like second nature to her. Sparrow had to get her bow that she found in the woods. “Before we go, I have to make a quick stop, It’s not too far from here. I’ll be right back!” She walked in a different direction and she didn’t leave her things too far from her and grabbed her bow and arrows that she left in a tree. Then quickly flew back to him. She was now standing beside him and smiled. “Got my bow!” she walked along with him and just admired Neverland, you could never get tired of the sounds of Neverland. “So, Salmon it is. I’m starving cant wait to eat it.” she gave a short breath laugh. “Do you live close to the waterfalls? “ She was still very curious about this fellow.  

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Blake waited patiently as she went off, wondering if she was really going to come back or leave after finding out that he knew the witch. He half wished he had more time to explain himself; he hadn’t exactly talked about what had conspired between him, his father, and the witch since it had happened. Smee must have known, picking up snippets here and there, but Blake hadn’t outright said what James had done to him. When Sparrow returned, Hook gave an internal sigh of relief and a queer smile. “You’re gonna fish with that?” He asked, chuckling slightly after an intake of breath. “I do live quite near them,” Blake shrugged. “About an hour hike or so, but it’s not that bad. Especially with company,” he gave a practiced grin and started walking toward the woods.

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lost || blake & sparrow

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“Yeah, pick up something. Like hunting for anything cause I’m also very hungry, totally forgot to eat breakfast oops. “ She raised a brow when he said he knew here, now he was becoming a far interesting person. “It’s best to keep away from her path, I fear that she will end up taking all of Neverland.” her fingers tangled together from fears and nerves that creep up on her, she sighed not wanting to think about it anymore and quickly changed the subjected. “So,” she kept walking with him and looking at the ground, some how the words seemed to fallen out of her mind and ‘so’ was the only word to escape her lips.  

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“Oh, yeah. I’ve not much in at the moment,” Blake chuckled sheepishly. It was a lot harder living on the island than he thought; he had no access to baking ingredients for bread, save for what Smee dropped off for him, and animals were harder to hunt than he had ever imagined. He mostly lived on a diet of undercooked fish and whatever berries he came across. “We could get some fish. I’ve seen that there is quite a bit of salmon working their way up the waterfalls,” he suggested, partly ignoring the conversation that was veering toward the witch again. He didn’t want to think about her, much less speak about how terrible she was. “So,” he repeated after her, giving a shrug.

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lost || blake & sparrow

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Sparrow bit her bottom lip just thinking about it. Raspberries soaked in honey, how come she never thought of such a treat. She thought about it for moment. “Like Candy? I’ve had it once or twice and stole some on the Jolly roger. It was a box of shell chocolates. They had almonds in it and it was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever tasted.” Sparrow rubbed her shoulder still a little iffy about having berries. She’d just met him but he didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt her.  “Alright then, Off to your place! It just sound so yummy, Berries soaked in honey. Glad I ran into you” She gave a short breath laughed. She braided her hair as they walk along the beach. The wind kept blowing it in her face. “Make we can pick up something on the way as we get there but, we have to be careful. “ Her smiled dropped and she stood there and leaned closed to his frame. “There is a witch somewhere around the woods and I’d rather not step close to where she is. “ Sparrow had hear awful thing about it and it scared it, though before it was all fun and games but it was serious now. “Just thought you should know.”

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Blake gave a small smile as she agreed to go with him. He didn’t have much to offer, and he didn’t know what made him offer what he did have to a stranger, much less, a lost girl stranger, but he continued on nonetheless. “Pick something up?” He asked, cocking a brow. He didn’t know exactly what she was suggesting. When she mentioned the witch, his entire face melted into a scowl and he stared at the ground as they walked. “Yes, I know about her,” he replied quietly.

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lost || blake & sparrow

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She nodded and placed her shell back into her satchel, Peter would always say that she talked way too much and he couldn’t get her to shut up. She laughed. “Yup, everyone has their thing. This just happens to be my little weird thing. It’s pretty rad to me.” She shrugged her shoulders. She knew he looked a little too beat up to be a lost kid. He was a pirate indeed but she wouldn’t say much. She started to think out loud. “I just want pie or something sweet.” Very totally off topic. Those were lost kids. “Stuff on the Island is alright but i need the proper sweet you get me?” 

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Blake shrugged back at her when she said she wanted pie. The only kind of pie he’d seen in a couple months were the blackbird pies Smee brought to him now and again. “I don’t have pie,” Blake told her. “But I do have raspberries that have been soaking in honey for a couple hours back at my place,” he offered, rubbing the back of his neck. For a split second he was back at his school, offering rum to a girl he’d been after for a while, telling her it was back in his dorm if she wanted any. They’d gotten so drunk that all they could manage to do was get each other’s shirts off before passing out. In the morning she told him she just wanted to be friends, and at the end of it, she was glad they hadn’t gotten any further than that. He shook the thought, feeling a little bitter that he’d never hooked up with her, and got back to the now. “It’s kind of like candy,” he laughed uneasily.

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“Every once in awhile, It all depends.” She  grabbed one of her shell from her satchel. “I attract a memory to it, because sometimes we forget little moments that are very important. This little shell, “ The shell looked broken and  any time soon It was going to fall apart “ It’s broken piece and any day it will fall apart. It’s the past. I dont let it define who I am. Life is bitter sweet and that okay. “ She looked up at him. “It might be silly to you. “ She gave a short breath laugh and kept quiet. 

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Blake listened to her a moment, giving a small smile. He knew what she meant of course, but it was all too poetic for him. He had had enough of poetry and making things seem more romantic than what they were. He saw a broken shell and that was it. He might’ve humored the idea at one point, but ever since his father’s betrayal, Blake had been a little off; made bitter by the broken bits of his life. “Yeah, a bit,” he replied, giving a goodnatured chuckle. “But hey, if that’s your thing. Everyone should have a thing.”