Captain Hook X Female! Reader
~Chapter Two: In the Captainās Quarters~
āYou had better say something to him, lass.ā One of the crew members, Mr. Shane, said as he held his sword up to your throat while the moon began to rise into the night sky.
You stared at him unamused as he kept talking. āWe be rotting away on this ship, stuck on this miserable island! We want to put to sea, loot ships, drink at bars, slit throats.ā
āAnd you think Iād be able to convince him to put to sea?ā
āYou do keep his bed warm.ā Mr. Shane smirked at you lewdly. āWhy, Iām sure you could get him to say yes to anything with that mouth of yours.ā
Your face turned red and you rolled your eyes, turning your head to the side. āThe captain is quite stubborn. Heās made it very clear weāre not leaving until Pan is dead.ā
Annoyed by your answer, Mr. Shane grit his teeth and pressed the sword against your throat with more pressure. āYou will talk to him, wench.ā
You pushed his sword away. āI will not. You donāt frighten me. You wonāt do anything dangerous because you know Hook will-ā
āAhoy! Ahoy!ā You stopped talking when you heard Mr. Smeeās voice in the water below.
Mr. Shane backed away as you grabbed a lantern and peered over the railing. āSmee?!ā
āDown here!ā Smee yelled.
You looked down at the water and saw the tender Hook and Smee had taken to head to shore, Smee, and Hook. Except Hookās clothes were soaked and torn to shreds, his wet hair was sticking to his face and his neck, and he was shivering.
You gasped and immediately set the lantern aside to toss the ropes Smee had used to lower the tender into the water earlier that afternoon.
Once Smee had attached the ropes to the tender, you began pulling on the ropes. āThe Captainās down there, you morons!ā You yelled at the rest of crew. āHelp me lift him up!ā
The crew groaned, but since they were still loyal enough to Captain Hook to stay on his ship, they decided to help you pull the tender up on board.
Once the tender was safely docked back on board, the rest of crew backed off as you and Smee walked Hook inside his quarters.
āD-Donāt worry, Capān! Iāll get you some hot water and a cloth for your head!ā Smee said before rushing out of the room.
You sat Hook down in his throne and gently peeled off his wet shreds of clothing. āYou poor dear, what happened?ā
āDo not pity me, woman.ā He hissed. But his anger was not directed at you, you knew that. āI was attacked by that wretched crocodile, all because of Peter Pan.ā
āI can see that.ā You said as gave him a towel to dry off and cover up his cold naked body.
āI hate that boy. More than I hate that reptile. More than I hate cephalopods. More than Iāve ever hated anything!ā Hook growled before slamming his hook into the wood of his throne, the sound making him wince because of his headache.
āI know, James. One day, one day that boy will get what he deserves.ā You said as you set a fresh set of clothes on the desk in front of him.
āThank you, me dearā¦ā Hook sighed as he set his hand on his forehead, cooperating as you dressed him.
You finished tying Hookās belt around his waist as Smee walked back in with a warm wet cloth, a large bucket, and a kettle.
āHere, Capān.ā Smee said as he handed you the cloth while he poured the water from the kettle into the bucket. You gently set the cloth on Hookās forehead as Smee lifted his legs and set them into the water.
Hook let out a small sigh, content.
āDonāt worry Capān. Iāll make sure no one disturbs ya until ya feel like a pile of gold!ā Smee walked out of the room and closed the door.
You took the wet towel off Hookās shoulders and replaced it with the blanket from his bed. āThis feels familiar, doesnāt it?ā
āDoes it?ā Hook asked with his eyes closed as you put the blanket around his shoulders.
āAye.ā You smiled and pulled up a chair to sit beside him. āReminds me of the night we met.ā
Hook started to smile. āI suppose it is familiar.ā
You smiled at him as he opened his eyes to look at you. āAre you getting sappy with me, poppet?ā
āNo.ā You smiled, knowing you most definitely were.
Hook leaned back and adjusted the cloth with a small laugh.
He noticed you staring at him and smirked. āWhat is it?ā
āThat doesnāt mean I donāt like hearing it.ā
You smiled and leaned your head into your hands. āI just like looking at the most handsome buccaneer in all of the seven seas.ā
Hook grabbed at you with a chuckle and hoisted you onto his lap, carefully angling his hook so it wouldnāt accidentally hurt you.
āAnd you, me dear, are me greatest treasure.ā
You gently moved his black curls out of his face with a smile. āAfter we catch Peter, how would you like a new rug for our quarters? One made of say, crocodile skin?ā
Hook smiled mischievously. āI would reward you most intimately for such a gift.ā He chuckled, leaning into your face. But just as he was about to kiss you, he turned away and let out a loud sneeze.
āOhā¦my headā¦ā He groaned as you gently pressed the cloth back into place.
Before either of you could say anything more, someone had started loudly banging on the door. With a quiet groan, you got off Hookās lap and marched towards the door as Hook winced with each bang.
You opened the door as Smee was swinging a hammer down, but instead of hitting the door, he hit your hand instead.
You let out a yell and yanked your hand back, rubbing it furiously. āSmee!ā
āCareful, Smee!ā Hook yelled.
āTerribly sorry! Terribly sorry!ā Smee stammered as he set the hammer down and picked up a kettle. āAre you alright, Miss (Y/n)?ā
āOoohā¦Iām alright. Thank you for your apology.ā You said, walking over to Hookās throne as you tried to shake the pain out of your hand.
Smee started talking as he took the cloth off Hookās forehead and checked the temperature of the water, but neither you nor Hook were listening as Hook lifted your hand with his hook. āNothingās broken, is it?ā
āI donāt believe so.ā
Hook nodded and made sure none of the rest of the crew was watching before he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on the area Smee hammered on.
āThank you.ā You whispered as Hook pulled away and leaned back into his chair.
ā-that Pan has banished Tinkerbell-ā Smee said as he poured the water into the bucket but was quickly cut off when Hook yanked his feet out of the water. āWOAH! TOO HOT!ā
You and Smee both jumped back as Hook stood up and raised his hook to Smee. āWhy you doddering imbecile-!ā¦did you say Pan has banished Tinkerbell?ā
āAye aye, Capān!ā Smee said, backing up. āThat he has.ā
āBut why?ā You asked as Hook stood up straight and paced around the room.
āOn account of Wendy! Tink tried to do her in, she did! Tinkās terribly jealous.ā
āWell wellā¦ā Hook said as he paused his pacing and rubbed his hook with a small smile.
āWhoās Wendy? A new child Peter brought onto the island?ā
Smee nodded. āThis is exactly why I think we should leave, this aināt no place for a respectable pirate.ā He said, putting his hands on his hips.
āTHATāS IT, SMEE! THATāS IT!ā Hook exclaimed excitedly as he slapped Smee on the back, accidentally knocking him down.
āI-Iām glad you agrees, Capān!ā Smee laughed.
āQuickly, poppet! Me coat, me best dress coat!ā Hook said as he shrugged the blanket off.
āW-What? Weāre leaving? Just like that?ā You asked as you grabbed his finest dress coat from his closet and helped it onto his shoulders while Smee set his shoes by the door.
āOf course not, me dear!ā Hook laughed. āOh yes, a jealous female can be tricked into anything.ā
He buttoned up his coat as he stood in front of the mirror and flipped his hair over his shoulder. āMy case of hooks!ā He ordered at Mr. Smee.
āI donāt understand, whatās your plan?ā You asked as he unscrewed his hook from the prosthetic metal cover.
āYour case of hooks, sir! Your Sunday set, sir!ā Smee said, opening the case to Hook as he tossed his hook to some random corner of the room.
āYou see, me dear.ā Hook explained while tightening a golden hook into the small hole of the cover. āIf we convince the pixie were eager to help her, the wench may chart our course to a ācertain hiding placeā.ā
You made an āohhā sound as he winked at you, knowing you understood.
Smee, who wasnāt really listening, started to leave the room. āThe best hiding place is the Spanish Mine sir! Iāll set our course for-ā
āAnd where do you think you are going?ā Hook asked as he reached out and used his hook to prevent Smee from leaving.
āT-To tell the boys we set sail for the tide?ā
Hook wagged his finger at Smee and smiled as you moved up beside him. āYou will go ashore, pick up Tinkerbell, and bring her to me.ā
He hroughly removed his hook from Smeeās shirt. āUNDERSTAND?!ā He yelled.
āAye aye, sir!ā Smee said, rushing out of the room and heading to one of the tenders.
Hook closed the door after him and turned to you. āNow, before Smee returns, Iād like to finish where we had left off.ā
You smiled and set your hands on his chest as his hook pressed into your back while his normal hand cupped your face. āI would enjoy that very much.ā
[I hope you enjoyed this chapter!]
