Charlotte Hatter's Story

Killian was a bit lost in space as he was being dragged in through the market by Char. She had woken him up far to early. It irritated him at first but he got through it. Spacing out as Char went looking through things, so when it came down to the sudden impact of the watermelon, he had almost dropped it. He only had one hand to use so it was a bit of a problem for him to not drop it. Jerking his hand away from Char's who held onto his sleeve he caught balance of it.

"Thank you" The lady had said, Char replied but Killian grinned at the lady in a charming way.

"No thank you." Teasingly he walked away and fallowed Char once again.

He on the other hand did notice all the woman stare at him and giggle making comments, but seeing as he was so tired he didn't find the will to do it back. He had a long night that night and waking up early wasn't fun. A little red head though did come up to the two, for some reason she looked familiar with him, but he couldn't remember he name or who she was.

"Killian! I can't believe its you I haven't seen you in so long. Remember me? Veronica, we met a year ago at my parents pub and you took my virg......" Veronica began but slowly trailed off as her brown eyes landed on Charlie, who's eyes were wide as she took in what the woman just said. "And who are you? Some slut he picked up?" Veronica snapped, her dirty brown eyes glaring daggers at Charlie.

Some reason what she said at the end, pissed him off. He was about to let loose and say something vulgar, but Char of course said what she wanted first.

"I'm part of his crew....I'm just going to go over there and let you two catch up." Charlie said. It left an empty pit inside his stomach.

He adjusted the water melon in his hand and looked over at Veronica, but Char took the melon and walked away. He turned his wrist after the weight had lifted from his hand. "Veronica was it?"

"Oh yes, thank goodness she left." Smiling she hugged onto Killian's arm. "So how have you been?"

Reaching over he took her by the hand and pulled her off him. "Sorry but I am a bit busy."

"With that woman, the slut." She said glaring at Char.

"A slut wouldn't be the likes of her, to open her legs at the first sight of a man she adores." He smirked at her, looking at her piercing eyes.

She huffed and slapped him hard across the face. Leaving a red mark as bad as a sun burn. His jaw tightened as she walked away. Staring at her the whole time she walked in through the doors of the pub. His eyes did though catch noticed of a man getting to close to Char, it sorta of set his mood on fire even more, ontop of getting no sleep this made things worse.

"Char! Let's go!" He said in a bleak voice, his eyes were pissed now. He walked up to her taking the watermelon and basket. Making his way towards the ship. This ways another reason why he didn't like going to land.

Taking his rage out he kicked over some barrels and stormed down to where his crew was sleeping. "Get up you scaly wags! We set sell, now!"

After his crew panicky got to their feet and out on deck, Hook came back up with piercing eyes of anger. It was too early for this. His hand rubbed at the mark and he smirked a bit. "Woman's got a tough right hand."

"I'll go make breakfast" Char said going to the kitchen.

Killian shifted his shoulders taking a moment to himself and went down after her, she had already started making breakfast. She didn't have to say much about herself being mad, he could already tell she was. But he didn't know what for, probably because he yelled at her to get to the ship. When he noticed she had cut herself he acted without thinking, grabbing her by the arm and turning her to face him. He kept his body at an angle to keep his hook away from accidentally hooking her. Letting go of her arm he took her finger out of her mouth and looked down at the cut, taking a cloth out with his hook he dabbed her finger softly. He tied it up with his mouth, letting his lips graze her finger softly and his good hand, looking up at her with soft eyes.

"Captain! The sails are ready and so is the crew! Were too?" One of the men came down and Killian pulled away facing him and walking up to him without another look to Char.

"Don't worry about it." Killian said walking past the man.

There where headed to the main land, a location called Narnia. He wasn't to set on the idea, but it is where Char wanted them to go. No one good came from that place, to him it was alot of trouble to go there. He's been there to many times and made to many enemies. One of the men there that went by the name of Arthiest, told hook that if he went there again and was caught, they would have him killed. Not that he was running away from the place because of a death threat, but he had no reason to go there in the first place. He had got what he wanted. So there was no need to go back, but Char insisted on it.

He paused and spoke over his shoulder to Char without looking at her. "Narnia shouldn't be too far away, so be ready."

He mumbled when she gave him some fruit, he wasn't really hungry, so he took a bite and put the rest of it back into the bowl. Char started to talk about the Siren and Killian was lost in thought.

-Remembering
"We meet again don't we Killian? This makes it about 10 times doesn't it?" Arthiest said laughing as they drank bear and rum.

"Suppose this is fate right? Something like that." Killian said and looking around at the rest of the people at the table while giving his chin a bit of a rub. If only he knew about what he did to this man's sister, he wouldn't be so joyed about it.

"KIllian!? Is that you?!" Arthiest's sister came out just in the wrong time.

"Shit" He mouthed and looked to the side to avoid eye contact.

"By darn I was right! How are you, it's been a while."

Killain forced a smile and nodded. "Sure has."

"What is this?" Arthiest asked with a serious look in his eyes and face, his hand rested on his sword.

"Oh brother this is the man I was telling you about the one that...." She was cut off as Arthiest yelled out pissed.

"Killian it was you who did this to my little sister?!" He swung his sword out as Killian's hook caught it, he leaned back to just miss the tip of it.

"Hey now, let's not get hasty over nothing." He laughed awkwardly, standing up and walking backwards out the door.
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"Let us just try to avoid as much people as possible, get what you need and get out fast, shall we love?" Killian answered Char after a long delay of remembering the past. It was a bit his fault, the mans sister was seducing him and he took the bait like always. Could hardly blame a man for doing such a thing. But he was blamed and had a long sword fight after. Of course Hook escaped with his head still on and not a scratch. He didn't want to think about this any more.

"Jack, time to set off, drop the sails and take haste. We should be there by morning rise." Killian shouted at a drunken Jack.

"Aye Aye Captain! You all heard the Captain, set off!" He threw his arms up with rum in one hand swinging around.

Killian stared at him. And all he could think was how he could let such an idiot still run around on his ship. Any man this drunk all the time, shouldn't even be aloud near gold, he might choke on it and die. Irritation grew over him and he looked away staring down at the wooden docks under his feet. With a sigh he slowly looked up and over at Char.

Arya was dreaming peacefully, curled up and in deep slumber when she was rudely awakened to a far too familiar voice shouting, "Get up you scaly wags! We set sell, now!"

She groaned to herself, rubbing her eyes, "You're charming as always." She mumbled to Killian, not quite sure if he stuck around long enough to hear her. Arya shoved herself out of bed after a moment or two, fixing her hair in a mirror on the wall. Well, well.. Narnia here we come. She smirked to herself. Arya always enjoyed a good slice of adventure. Plus she was with her friends, as much as she didn't seem to, she valued them all more than anything in the world.

Arya was a bit of a problem child, wanting to escape the cloud that flew over top her head known as Snow White and Prince Charming. They were her parents, of course she loved them, but she hated them equally. She was raised to be like her mother, kind, just, honest, and pure. Sure she picked up on a few traits, loyalty, kindness, and honesty, but she didn't want to be her mother. Arya liked drinking, and dancing, and fighting. She hated dresses and light colored clothes. She wanted to fight, and she wanted adventure. She felt wounded for being abandoned by her parents, despite it being in everyone's best interest. She was a princess, but she was far from looking forward to her duties. True love doesn't exist.. I've been sentenced to a life of misery when everything's over... but I'll do whatever I have to in order to reunite my friends with their families..

She never told anyone, but she never planned on returning home. After they saved everything and everyone, Arya intended to run far away from her home, escape her royal blood. She didn't want it. She wasn't fit to rule. She wasn't unexceptionally kind like her mother, but she surely wasn't near as cruel and coldhearted as the Evil queen.. She saw herself somewhere in the middle. Not truly tainted, but not quite innocent either.

Sliding her boots on, and checking her hair for imperfection one last time, Arya grabbed two glasses and her flask. She had a celebration to begin. She strolled to the upper deck, smiling to Hook and a smaller one to Charlotte. Arya wasn't exactly as fond of women as she was men. She blamed it on nature.

"Hey Killian, wanna small drink to celebrate the beginning of an end?" She poured some rum from the flask inside of the glass, shaking it tauntingly toward him, "You know one won't hurt... Just for old times sake?" She batted her eyelashes innocently, smiling friendly to both of them. She didn't offer a drink to Charlotte, assuming with her perfect reputation that the girl didn't drink. She had the second glass wedged between her arm holding the flask and her rib, holding it in place. She'd pour her own drink once she'd finished bribing Hook into accepting the first. She grabbed his hand gently, placing the glass in it, "You know you want to.."

"I hate these things as much as I enjoy them.." She eyed the boat with disdain, before her hazel green eyes returned to the man in front of her, "Piracy was lovely for a time, but the nasty headaches the ships give me aren't worth the perks of it." She laughed softly, before finally giving Charlotte proper attention, "Good morning, Hatter. We'll use any means necessary aside from barbaric measures. I'd like to rest easy at night, wouldn't you agree? I'm sure we'll succeed." Of course she spoke tough, but she had a secret. Only few would know. She had a weakness for children and the elderly. She wouldn't do a single thing to harm anyone that fit in either category.

"Though I don't think violence is necessary, gold can buy just about anyone who isn't looking towards revenge or out for petty blood lust.." She laughed, pouring her own drink and taking a big sip, "Though I am itching for a good spar with fresh faces. It's been ages. Any idea where to look, Hatter?" She twirled her hair around her finger after pocketing her flask. Arya was fond of her alcohol and drank at least three glasses a day.

"Narnia, I can't wait to see it. I've heard it's simply breathtaking." She was nearly bouncing on her heels in excitement, smirking to herself. She wanted to witness everything this new land had to offer.

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Adam was dreaming about a tea pot climbing a tree. Halfway to the top the pot turned around to face him and a shout came from its mouth. "Get up you scaly wags! We set sell, now!". With the sound of people getting up around him he suddenly realized it hadn't been the tea pot giving the instructions, but Hook. While still partly in dreamland Adam half fell, half got up from his hammock. He walked over to a bowl of water in the corner of the room and splashed the water in his face in order to freshen up.

It seemed he was the last one to go outside and he found the moment too opportune to not start the day with a fresh prank. He got one of the freshly caught fishes and put it under the pillow that was lying in one of the hammocks. He didn't know who would occupy it later, and frankly, he didn't care. He regretted there was no instant gratification from this particular joke, but his feeling of victory, much like the bad smell, would grow over time.

Finally coming outside he could feel the sun on his skin, and he smiled. It was a beautiful day to spoil the Jolly Roger with some repairs. Walking over to the on board tool box he grabbed what he needed before making his way to the pieces of wood he needed for the repairs. Grabbing a rather large piece he took it on his shoulder and made his way to the mast. While defying gravity he walked straight up the mast until he reached the crows nest, where someone was on the look out. Morning, he grumbled. With ease he took off the old piece of wood that needed replacing and measured the new piece to make it fit right.

With hammer and nail he would make sure the crew would be awake and after a few minutes the fix was done Okay...., so I can take that off my list. From the crows nest he had a good view of everyone on deck. While one was scrubbing the deck, Adam could see another trimming the sail. All the way up the upper deck he could see a few of his friends. Naturally Captain Killian was surrounded by women, no surprise there. He was joined by Princess Charming herself and Charlie, of course. Before going on to his next reparation he thought it best to say good morning.

He grabbed a piece of rope and let himself slide down until about three meters above deck, where the rope ended. Seeing no other solution than to just let go, Adam let go of the rope almost squashing one of the crew members below him. With a girlish scream the sailor jumped backwards when Adam landed. My goodness man, you scream higher than a seagull, get back to work. Adam said with a smile on his face. He walked over to the upper deck and greeted his friends with a solemn Good morning, and thought about the high class company he was in. Two princesses and a captain, not too shabby for a simple guy like Adam.

He saw Charlie looking over the map of the shores of Narnia. He took a look himself and thought that she was looking for a good place to dock. He pointed at a small rocky area that was outside of the Siren's Lagoon. If you want to go on land here, we have to approach it from the East. No ship has ever made it from the West. Adam did not know how he knew this, he just did.

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The First Mate had been in a simple sleep, though he never really slept to often. Madison always tried to be fully alert at all times, meaning sleep was more of a luxury then a necessity in his mind. With him trying to sleep as little as possible it was disturbing to him when he heard a call: "Get up you scaly wags! We set sell, now!" A small annoyed groan rumbled from his lips as he opened his eyes. His sleep hadn't been that deep to begin with, so the waking up part was easy, it was the actual getting out of bed thing that was bringing him annoyance. Rubbing his hand through his hair as he looked around the empty room gave him motivation to move, mainly due to the fact he seemed to be the only one not yet at the top of the deck.

Finally up on his two own feet he walked over to a suitcase of clothes he had brought and began to go through them until he found an outfit that he though would be best for him. Removing his sleep clothes, he then quickly put on a plain white shirt and a pair of dark green shorts. After that he strapped to his right upper thigh his knife and sheath, he also put a small gun into his pocket. Madison not have needed any of that on the ship, regardless was in his own way a hunter and needed his weapons at all times.

Being called a hero was something strange to Madison, though he knew in his own right he would be after he helped save everyone and everything along with the other crew. He was still trying to take in the fact that he would be saving life's, because in the end he was use to his mom being the hero. She hunted down evil witches and got rid of them from reeking havoc to people across different lands. Even though he couldn't believe it, he knew that he had to help on the journey, but in the end did he really have a choice? Madison felt like he was more forced into this than anything, anyways he wanted to help out the best he could and he would try. Madison was the First Mate of the ship and all so not helping out would be pointless. Being mixed with two incredible hunter sometimes went a little to his head and gave him the sense of leadership, which was a ego boast, though the only thing that matter was that he was helping out.

Dressed well enough for presentation he made his way to the top deck to see his fellow travelers. "Well, good morning everyone, what are we up to?" It was odd to him to be so late in a conversation, he was normally always on top deck to Killian's side, but sometimes he wasn't which lead to him messing out on some things. He wasn't sure exactly was being discussed but he had heard the word Narnia and noticed Arya drinking. "You wouldn't mind if I had any of that, would you, darling?" As he spoke he moved closer to her and gave her one of his most charismatic smirks. Madison wasn't the most charming man in the world, but he felt that his appearance was better then some of the other males on the ship, and it also didn't hurt him to flirt with a princess a little. Sometimes he forgot he was on board with two princesses and not one, Charlie was a beautiful and breathtaking girl, while Arya seemed to be more on the sexy rough side of things. Strange, he thought to himself.

"So, Killian, where are we traveling today exactly?" In the back of his mind he found it so stupid that he had to ask, he was in fact First Mate, second in command, he should know these things. Sighing softly he ran his right hand through his own messy hair. "I'm assuming Narnia, since I overheard you all talking about the place." He had never been there, but he felt in a way he had. With his parents being hunters they taught him about many different lands so he could study them and know the best way to catch prey if it was ever needed. He could remember his mother telling him about a witch there once, There's to many pesky witches everywhere.... his thoughts drifted as he waited for his captains reply.

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Looking towards the sea he smiled, everything was just so peaceful and sound. He loved to travel, he was use to him and his parents moving around a lot, he was also use to his mother leaving home for a big amount of time so she could hunt down evil witches. Nevertheless he enjoyed feeling the breeze of the wind kissing his cheeks and hearing the waves crash against the sides of the ship were blissful. He almost felt saddened that he would have to leave the boat, almost though. Madisons mood pretty much stayed the same: somewhat happy with his guard always up and ready for a good laugh. This mood rarely changed, he couldn't risk lever letting his guard down at the wrong time, it could mean he losses his life or someone else.

"Now docking at Narnweeia!" Hearing the voice brought him from his train of thought and just lead him to peer at the land they were coming in contact with. Moving his vision from the land to the people around him he noted that Charlie darted off to her room, Maybe she needs to get something. With such simple thoughts he remembered that Narnia was a land of pretty nice creatures for the most part, creatures and people that mainly did take kindness to trouble or out of place looking people. "I'd like to excuse myself." Being polite he did a slight bow in the direction of Princess Arya.

Taking a slow pace he made his way back to his room. Returning to the area with his belongs he began to once again search through his things. He needed better weapons encase something went wrong, he knew that Narnia seemed to be pretty peaceful, but was there a reason to take any risk? This time he pulled out a pocket sized bow an arrow that could grow to average size on his command, a gift from his father with an enchant from his mother.It had to be a perfect gift for him, in every way it was for sure. Placing it into his pocket he was just about to leave his sleeping area until he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. Man, I look rough. He's hair was a mess and his clothes weren't the best, but Narnia was a land of not the best looking creatures, yet he still cared about his appearance. Going back over to his things he once again changed into something much better: a plain suit that he would wear out with his family when visiting towns. Better. With a smirk to himself he walked back out to the deck. Looking off towards the beach he noticed Charlie surrounded by horses.

"YAY! PONY RIDE!" Nodding his head he walked over to Charlie, "I agree very much so with the pirate, this is pretty neat." Holding his hand up he popped up his thumb followed by a wink. "What wonders your familiar can do." Giving her a compliment he though of his own, which happened to be a black wolf, though it was not with him at the moment he knew he could call upon it if needed.

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"Now docking at Narnweeia!" A sigh escaped the natives lips and she closed the book that she had in her hands. The book was filled with blank pages that she would fill with paintings and drawings of all kinds. Most of them are of the different sites and places that have been too. A finger traces the Native American carvings on the front of the book before she placed it underneath her pillow. There was a slight hesitation before she stood up to get proper clothes on. Quickly she put on black jeans, combat books, a white long sleeve shirt. It was simple and she liked it. Her familiar was no where in sight, but Maka didn't dwell on it. Lotus must have slipped from Maka's thoughts making her disappearing. Lotus wasn't exactly needed right now anyway.

With her wavy hair left down, tickling the back of her neck, she emerged from her cabin. Her eyes adjusted to the bright sun that was over head and she looked around for the others that were on this boat. Her eyes caught sight of the captain Killian, the innocent girl Charlotte, the frequent drunk Arya, the always working Adam, and ever so happy Madison. It seemed as everyone was getting ready to roam the grounds of Narnia. Maka wasn't a big fan of this place. The land was mystical and it could resist any control she applied on it. It would render a bit weaker than the others and she didn't like it. Maka felt the safety of the knife she had in her boot, for now it was her only defense.

Maka had another familiar of course that helped her in her greatest need and she only called him when he was needed. Ahiga, her familiar, is a bear. His name means he fights. That is all he does. He attacks the threat of Maka without hesitation. He has only been seen a few times by the others on the Jolly Roger, but the native american doesn't make it a habit to call for him. Maka stepped off the boat and smiled at her fellow mates. Hi," she said simply. There wasn't much more that needed to be said. Maka had acknowledge their presence and was ready to move.

Killian chuckled at Arya, letting her place the glass in his good hand. She was right he did need a drink, maybe even more drinks after that. He let Char and Arya talk, turning around he facing the deck again, looking at the wood. For some reason he felt like something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Itching the top of his head after putting the glass down, he was about to squat down, but what Adam said about no ship making it made him laugh.

"Laddy, you obviously don't know me, me boy. I am Hook, Captain of this here ship. There isn't a place where my ship and I cannot go. We take the West and that is that." He gave Adam a mischievous look, he thrived for the challenge.

Madison's ridiculous question on where to go, got Killian a bit on edge, but he ignored it and walked over to the wood wheel that steered the ship. With no problem at all, he took the wheel by his hook and spun it fast, causing the ship to turn as sharp as a ship could turn. Still that something about his ship was still bothering him. And of course the made it with hardly an problems.



Rubbing his chin he stood on his ship still, looking down, watching the others dock. He waited to be the last off his ship.

"YAY! PONY RIDE!"

"Oh yes, the joys of riding a four legged animal." Sarcasm was rough in Killians voice. "How about I just stay here and you go and get what is need, shall you laddies?" He really didn't feel like showing his face in Narnia, of course he would find the one bad thing there. "Someone has to watch the ship, yes?" And no way in hell would he ride one of those things. The sea and his legs was his way around, again though, he never traveled far from his ship to begin with.

Waiting until everyone was off the ship, he took a hand full of magic dust he had stolen from an evil queen, he blew it out of his hand and onto his ship, turning his ship invisible and anything on it. It was still there of course, but it was hidden to the eye who wasn't aboard it. Yes and of course he stole it, it is what he does best after all.

Hook did think about making a trip to Neverland, while the crew was off doing what they were going to do, but he also thought about what was to happen to Char and Arya if he left the two along together for very long, after all they did end up riding on a ship together for a while. "Aye, I am going to need alot of rum after this."

Arya grinned as got Killian to accept the drink, paying little mind to the fact he sat it down. She knew Killian, always fussing about his ship and bragging about his skills. It brought a smirk to her lips, as she drank again from her own glass. He was a lot to handle, but she didn't mind a challenge. She just wondered if those challenging her could keep up. Killian was a pirate after all.. Her eyes fell on poor innocent acting Charlie. Can she handle a man like Hook? She stuck on the thought, caressing her glass with her fingers. She wasn't a harlot herself, but she was a little more edgy than the other girl. Before she could compare the two of them any longer, her green eyes switched to Hook and Adam, a barely audible snicker passing her lips.

"Good morning, sunshine. He'll get us in. He's an expert at evading danger." She added in, "Have you had the privileged to make an escape route with Killian?" She tilted her head at Adam, "It's quite a rush.. It's usually entirely improvisation as well.." She knew it didn't sound good, but she respected his abilities to think fast, thinking on the run was an incredibly good skill. Depending on it may be rather reckless, but no one really reads fine print now do they? Where is the adventure in intricate safely executed plans?

"Good Morning, Maddi. We're just schooling Adam in the ways of our favorite escape artist, Killian." She added in a chipper mood. All these attractive men on one boat with us three ladies... Who had that bright idea? She thought amused, broken from her thoughts when Madison asked for a drink of her rum. "You wouldn't mind if I had any of that, would you, darling?" He smirked at her in a charming manner, so she couldn't help responding likewise, "No, no of course not. Here have some." she bit her bottom lip, offering him a drink from her flask since she was out of glasses. She eventually turned her attention to more pressing matters, where she'd go when this was all over. She was still undecided, but she had to choose sometime during her journey. She definitely didn't want to be crowned Queen one day... that'd mean sitting next to some ugly bald man she barely knew, and surely could never love. She wouldn't do it.

"I'd like to excuse myself." Madison decided to take the polite route, and Arya would have rolled her eyes at his half bow of sorts he'd preformed in her direction, but Arya had manners. She wasn't going to scorn a gentleman, even if it meant she was forced to respond properly. Arya curtsied, much to her own disgust, but it wasn't a full on royal gesture. Just enough for social acceptance, "See you later, Maddi." She smiled before swallowing the last of her glass.

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"YAY! PONY RIDE!"

She was shook from her daydreaming as Jack screamed drunkenly, a gloved hand running through Arya's hair Her outfit was her typical style, seeing as she downright refused to change herself for another land's customs. She wasn't wearing a dress if she wasn't required, and that was the end of it. She hated them and she sure as hell couldn't fight in a dress. She wasn't dropping her comfort for anyone. Once off the ship, Charlie called her familiar, which summoned more horses, one for each of them. I've got to admit, princess purity does come with a few perks. She smirked to herself, approaching one of the horses and pet the animal. Of course she chose a pure black mare, considering her love for the color, "Hey girl, we're going to be friends for a while.." She smiled kindly. She knew better than to disrespect animals, so before she swung her leg over and hopped onto it she wanted to become a little friendly first..

"Sounds to me like you're afraid of horses, Hook." She teased a bit, "You can't ride a horse..? I'll have to challenge you to a friendly joust one of these days then." She tried to joke him into compliance. He'd get left behind if he walked and staying by the ship on his own could prove dangerous. She wasn't familiar with it's creatures but she realized each new land had at least one or two unique formidable creatures of it's own.

"Heh." She made sure her flask and sword were buckled down well before finally mounting the horse she'd been retrieved by Charlie and her familiar, still petting the animal, "So.. you're more familiar with the land and it's customs.. lead on." She replied to Charlie. Arya grew bored rather quickly, so she was always in a rush to see more in their adventures. She was never content with sitting still. She always wanted to explore, "What are we waiting for everyone?" She smiled excitedly, urging everyone to get on their horses so they could be on their way.

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Hook was clearly not impressed by the statistics that Adam just happened to know. Laddy..., like they hadn't known each other for years. With a natural smile on his face he turned to the young captain. It is so nice you live by the rule: Hook breaks, Adam fixes. It must give you peace of mind knowing that I'll be here to fix your precious Jolly Roger. Adam didn't mind at all, he loved the Jolly Roger almost as much as Killian did and fixing her up was a privilige. It keeps me out of the hand of unemployment, greatest of villains, he thought to himself.

Adam heard how Arya was raving about Killian. He whispered in her ear: Getting up with alcohol, admiring Killian to the extreme..., I see a groupie on this ship and she is charming. He stepped away, gave her a wink and walked back to the tool box with a grin on his face.



Adam was below deck and looked at the minor damage that was done due to the slightly more dangerous route. He hated to say it, but Hook had been right, they had made it. The damage to the bow could be overseen and could even wait until they came back from their excursion. Let's just hope that we do not have to make a quick getaway. He didn't think of letting someone else do the repairs, Killian wouldn't like anyone else than Adam working on the ship.

From deck he could here Jack shouting: "Now docking at Narnweeia!" He decided to check it out for himself and went up the ladder. Coming on deck he saw many of his friends had already gone ashore. The ever gracious Maka had also joined the land of the living and looked as beautiful as ever. Adam jumped from the ship to the shore and checked the ropes that held the Jolly Roger in place. He saw how the ship slowly turned invisible after Killian blew some magic dust on it. He walked over to the horses that had flocked around Charlie's familiar. He was a bit surprised to see Charlie in a dress, she wasn't often seen like that. Also for the first time in Adam's memory she had let her hair down.

Going over to one of the larger animals he stroked its neck before getting on. He felt a pang of guilt for his own familiar. It was not magical in any way, but it was one of the best horses alive. Strong as they come, but also a little seasick so Phillipp couldn't come on the Jolly Roger. The horse he was on now seemed to be a strong one as well. He rode it up and down a few times to test its maneuverability. He was content, it would surely do for this trip.

Checking his belt he found his always present axe there. He wouldn't go anywhere without it, he was better in fighting with that than he would be with a sword. Also on him, he had his notepad and a pencil. It would be very useful if he needed something unexpected. Whatever he drew on it would come to life at his will: tools, clothes and even wooden soldiers. Having all his tools he was ready to hit the road. He rode up to Maka: "Hi Maka, how is your morning so far? Is Ahiga coming with us today?" Adam liked the bear, although it could be a bit scary at times.

"Hi Maka, how is your morning so far? Is Ahiga coming with us today?" Maka looked toward the voice and it was Adam. He had always made it a habit to talk to Maka even if it was just about her familiar. It made sense. Ahiga was a vicious creature that would destroy anything and everything that posed a threat to Maka. Even her crew mates, these heroes, if necessary. He was malicious and walked as if he was ready to attack and his fur always stood on end, aware of his surrounds. He scared people and that was what he was there to do. Scare them. Slowly Maka shook her head. "Not on this journey" she said simply. There was no immediate danger, therefore there was no need for Ahiga.

The native led the group to another village to collect supplies, but she was wondering why Charlotte wanted to go to the other village by herself. Most likely Killian would go with her, but it raised suspicion. Maka made not to bring it up later. It didn't take long for the group to gather more supplies for the Jolly Roger. Grabbing food, tools, clothes, and for Maka more paper. It was a personal item that she required to keep her sanity on that boat. She waited around for the others as she walked about taking note of the village people. They seemed friendly enough, but Maka caught the eyes of some of them and they were wary of the travelers. The villagers had every right to be. Pirates didn't represent anything good.

After everything was collected the group made way there way back toward the ship. Her hand kept hold of the paper that she had acquired in the town. She didn't want to lose it. In the distance she could see Charlotte and Lady. They had returned from the journey, but something was wrong. But she couldn't put a finger on it. Her sight might be good, but she was still pretty far away. She nudged the others and pointed in the distance so that they were also aware of this.

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Madison nodded his head to the words that Charlie had to say, but other then that he seemed to keep his mouth shut. Holding a conversation was the least on his mind at the moment, him and his fellow crew were on an island that they weren't really native to. To him it meant at any moment someone could attack them, it may have been unlikely, but there was no need to keep his guard down.

Instead of completely walking with the group he floated in the back and supervised in a sense. Without Killian being by his side he felt like it was his job to keep everyone safe, though in a way it was. Madison watched as the group kept small chatter along with one another and collect items they might need. It seemed somewhat odd that Charlotte went alone, very odd in his opinion. She was just a young woman and her traveling all alone wasn't normal, it was even more strange that Killian wasn't even taking her side as the princess journeyed for whatever she indeed needed. Though strange in it's own light made sense, Killian was normally on the Jolly Roger, so him attending to it was a bright idea in it's own way.

As the group finished up collecting the items that were needed Madison couldn't help but notice same of the nervous and evil glares they were getting from some of the natives. What was wrong? Did they happen to think they might be pirates of some sort? Taking a glance at his group he really didn't need to wonder why they would think such a thing, even though he had tried fixing himself up a bit he couldn't control what the others did. With knowing knowledge that he was making the natives of the land uncomfortable he plastered a sweet welcoming smile to his face and a small friendly wave here and there. This had no guaranty of making the tension better, but at least Madison was trying.

When gathering what they completely needed and arriving back to the ship Madison let out a sigh, feelings less off guard; his guard was always up to a degree. Placing a relieved smile to his face he opened his mouth, "So, Maka, what did you think about town?" His question didn't get to go far, because before he knew it Maka was nudging him and pointing off into the distance. Focusing on whatever was moving with his trained eyes he noted it was Charlotte and Lady, and from what he could barely tell they didn't seem at their finest. "Do you think something's wrong with them?" He sensed that the answer was probably a yes, he could feel it.

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Adam was quite pleased actually, that Charlie was going by herself. Not so much for her being on her own, but he could really use the time to get some supplies. Going west basically ripped apart one of the smaller sails. Seeing Charlie ride off, made him a bit worried. On the one hand he would feel better if they would follow her, but on the other hand she always seemed to know what she was doing and he trusted her judgement.

As soon as Charlie had gone from sight, Adam went on his way. Although he did not make it a contest he appeared to be the first one riding into the small town. The villagers looked at him with suspicion in their eyes and they seemed evenly displeased to see his companions riding in behind him. Not surprising, considered how we are dressed, he thought. Stepping into one of the shops he asked the lady for her best price on cloth and her frown turned upside down as soon as he opened his purse full of silver coins. Spending a great deal he took out quite a bit of stock for the Jolly Roger. With sensible sailing it would last them for 6 months, so he hoped he would get through the month without buying any extra.

When loading all the cloth and thread on his horse he looked at the others going about their business. He saw Maka buying her precious paper and Madison keeping an eye on them. It doesn't look like he is looking for anything... They got ready to ride back to the ship. They didn't take long so Adam would be surprised if Charlie would be back already. Almost nearing the ship Adam thought of asking the ladies, as scouts of the group, to go and see if they could catch a sight of Charlie. His worry still had not slipped away totally.

While almost back at the ship Maka seemed distracted by something in the distance. When Adam looked for himself he could see Charlie in the distance. She didn't look to well, even from such a distance. She was almost laying down on her horse and Adam could see the arrow sticking in her back. Even further in the distance he could see people on horses following her. He screamed at the top of his lungs: HOOK!!! After that he turned to Arya and spotted the twinkling in her eyes that always seemed to come up just before a fight. Arya, we need you to stay behind for Charlie, you're the only one that can help her now.

Then he rode of in Charlie's direction to stop the people chasing her. He took the axe from his belt ready to do some damage. If only I had been able to fix the ship earlier, we could have avoided all this, he thought as the attackers came closer. The moment he passed Charlie he could see she was in an even worse shape than he had originally thought. He sincerely hoped that Arya would be able to heal her. Seeing more and more people come up behind Charlie he was hoping Maka's bear would arrive to help them out.

HOOK!!

The sound of his name being called pulled him away from his wonders on the ship. looking over his shoulder, he slowly turned around to glance in the distance. He himself couldn't be seen by others, nor his grand ship, but could see them. Something had happened to Char, yet for some reason, wasn't worried about it, never had to worry about her or her conditions, she always had a way of fixing her own self up.

With a long sigh he chuckled. "Why do you always do this to me girl?" He spoke to himself as he was walking off his ship and going onto the docks. Being visible to the eyes of others now. "Hurry on up now! Get her onto the ship before the others spot us!" Yelling at the others to get aboard the ship. If whatever has happened to Char, he could always end up fixing it, Hook always had his way no matter the situation. From the looks of things, no one probably heard him yelling at them, but he wasn't about to walk away any farther from his ship, he wasn't about to step off the boating docks.

An old man who sat at the boating docks stared at Hook. The man sat in rags, his beard was long like father times as well as his white old hair. The eyes he had were sullen eyes. "You're life amuses me boy, but it isn't over yet. I can see great danger headed your way, along with a very big adventure. You will never grow old, get sick, or die. You're life will be long and well planned out, to the very end. Do not choose a path to take ahead of time, pick it as you go along, that is the best way for you." Speaking as a wise old man, he had fallen asleep before Killian could ask why the man had told him things he had already knew.

He has been told these things many times by many people, hardly does the things he has been told, change. It always says the same, but there was a woman whom he spoke too that told him that one day he would have to pick between loves, each love will take him down a wondrous path, but only one would lead to true love. Until that time comes, he would have to finish his adventure. Thus the one he is in now.

For now him and the crew are in search for Killian's talisman. The Talisman helps him locate anything that is magical, but only Killian himself can read it, no other can but him. Many say that because of this Talisman Killian is able to live forever and not age, as long as the talisman is in one piece, meaning not broken. But that's just a myth. Others say he stays young because of his ship and of course there is the thing about him being a witch/wizard. No one really knows the truth, no one but Killian that is.