We’ll the be the death of each other || Tiger Lily&Hook
They’d come out of the shadows like animals; fumbling over branches and crashing through vines. These were men of the ocean and they had no place on land. Yet, she let them take her, let them throw a bag over her head under the illusion that her very soul wasn't connected to the Earth. Cutting off her vision would not deter her from knowing exactly where she was. She let them take her, but not before slitting the throat of a man who threatened the life of one of her own. The spilt blood angered the pirates, but before the back hand of one brute could connect with her cheek, another stopped him, snapping that he wanted her alive.
They moved clumsily through the island, Tiger Lily remarking that if they moved any slower, she’d be dead before they got her to him. Her feet hit the sand, and then she was in a boat, rocking with the waves, the laughter of pirates growing louder with every row. Thrown over a shoulder, a conveniently placed hand, and a perfectly positioned head butt, her body connected with the deck of his ship.
She was pulled to her knees, the bag ripped from her head, and then she saw him. Hook, with the accomplished smirk she’d grown so accustomed to. They were a continuous game of cat and mouse; always letting the other go because what good was one without the other. He was an admirable enemy, and she hated him. Tiger Lily was quick enough to lung at his throat and tear it open before his mates could reach him, but not without complimenting his death with her own. It would be worth it, but the time wasn’t quite right, and the two still had business to discuss.
“You know, a simple please would sufficed,” She spoke, the perfect tone of innocence before twisting into something coated with malice, “but I suppose force is the only way for you to get a lady on board.”