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@Swiggotyy_Swootyy

^^yeah. I don't know where to go with it. I mean, I know what I want the end result to be, but I'm not quite sure how I can get from point A to point B.

@kat_i_am

My go to is- Who is my main character? What do they want?
Then I throw every possible obstacle in the way.
They get to work through that, so that's fun

@kat_i_am

What does your character want more than anything? Like can you give us a lil overview of the plot so we can help?

@Swiggotyy_Swootyy

WARNING: I'M SENDING THE ENTIRE STORY SO FAR (It's only four, short chapters so far, but whatever)

Chapter 1:
“Captain,” Smee said, catching my attention, causing me to look up from the stick that I shaving with my dagger. “Lost boys are attacking from on shore.”
The Captain raised an eyebrow and stood. “Well then, we can’t just sit around and let these boys sink the Jolly Roger Get the men on deck. Ready the cannons. Let’s have us a little brawl, shall we?”
“Yes, sir.” Smee nodded, straightening his little red beanie and sprinted as fast as his stubby, little legs could carry him up the stairs.
Hook then turned to me. “Get yourself ready, lass. I’m gonna need your wits with me when we start.”
I smiled. “Aye, Aye, Captain.” He winked at me right before I turned.
“And, Rowan?”
“Yes, Captain?” I answered.
He grinned, “Don’t forget your hat.”
I laughed and walked backwards, arms open, “How could I?”
He laughed and athletically ran up to the top deck.
I quickly went into my room next to the captain’s chambers. I grabbed my thick belt and laced it around my waist over my corset and skirt. I shoved my pistol into the holster and a sword in its sheath. I wrapped a leg band around my calf shoved my dagger into it. I then laced up my boots and plopped my captain’s hat on top of my head. I checked myself in the mirror, using it to help me remember if I was forgetting anything. I saw my bright blue eyes and curly black hair, slender but muscular figure, and all my weapons in their correct positions. I saw the resemblance of me and the Captain, my father. I saw nothing of my mother. She died when I was young. She was one of Hook’s scandals.
I smirked at myself in the mirror, grabbed my telescope and sprinted to meet my father.
I stood next to my dad, examining the competition, we were far enough away that they couldn’t hit us, but their ignorant asses were sure trying. I opened the telescope and looked through. I then handed it to my father.
“Any sign of Pan yet?” I asked.
My father looked through the telescope at the boys while answering, “Not yet, but he’ll show up sooner or later.”
Suddenly, the rest of the crew fell silent. I looked over at them, seeing their fear.
“You know me all too well, Captain.”
My father and I turned abruptly toward the voice. Pan was smirking, sitting on the railing behind us, playing with a ring that was on his finger. Pan skillfully twirled it in the air before catching it and putting it on. He stood and looked around at the ship.
“I’m impressed. You always manage to keep your ship in top notch shape. It’s beyond me how you manage to do so.” He turned his attention back to us, eyebrows flicking as he talked.
My father subtly placed himself between the young demon and me. I put my hand on the pistol at my waist, cautiously. “What do you want, Pan?” I looked at him from the corner of my eye.
Pan chuckled darkly, looking down before raising his eyes to meet mine, looking at me from under his eyelashes. “Do I always need a reason to board my neighbors ship?” He smirked, leaning his head back slightly.
I took a step forward so I was no longer behind my father, but next to him. “No, but there is always a reason with you. What. Do. You. Want?” I pressed, glaring.
Pan kept the mischievous glimmer in his eye. “I want to play a game.”
Hook took a step forward and stood directly between Peter and I. Before he could get a word out, Pan held up his hand to silence the man, making brief eye contact with him before returning his gaze, slightly hungrily back to me. He pointed at me.
“Just her and I.”
I glared with a blinding hate at the boy in front of me. I kept my chin up, refusing to show any sign of fear or intimidation as I held his gaze.
“I’m not goin–”
“What’s the game.” I stepped in front of my father, interrupting him.
“Rowan, you can’t–” Hook started again.
“A duel. Your weapon of choice. My time. Your place. No leutentiets. Just man and girl. No witnesses. Just us.”
I kept my face hard and fierce. “And if I don’t accept?”
He raised an eyebrow again at me, licking his lips briefly before opening his arms. “You’d turn me down? I have you surrounded. I could sink your ship with the wave of my hand.” He held his hand up higher, so the boys behind him could see. It was so silent, I could hear the bows go taught behind me. I turned my head slightly toward the noise, eyes on the ground, thinking.
“Conditions?” I asked,
Pan smirked. “I lose, you get to kill three of my boys.”
My father stepped forward, placing his hooked hand on my shoulder, finally getting a full sentence out. “And if you win?”
The demon chuckled and took a step forward, so we were inches apart. I held eye contact once more, glaring at him in utter loathing from under my eyelashes. “I get the girl.”
The silence was deafening. I could hear my rapid pulse and feel the boy’s breath on my face.
He smiled evilly as he saw the pride in my eyes.
“Daggers.” I stated.
Pan grinned and leaned his head back slightly. “In 30 minutes.”
“Right here.” I took a step back. “In the meantime,” I glared with burning loathing, “Get the hell off my ship.”
Peter stood right where he was for a moment. He then bowed suddenly and slowly, continuously holding eye contact.
He then walked backwards and hopped onto the railing. “Prepare well, lass.” He then fell backwards off of it, disappearing into thin air right before he hit the water.

Chapter 2

I was in my room, staring at myself in the mirror. The smile was no longer on my face. It was replaced by a grim scowl. My hair was tied back. My belt was still on, but the holster and sword sheath were replaced with two daggers. The one in my belt remained right where it was. My best pair of boots were laced up to my mid thigh. My fishnet tights were peeking out from under a leather skirt. My corset was tied over a maroon off the shoulder shirt. Best of all, my Captain's hat was still on my head.
This hat was my fathers. He used to wear it when he was in the navy. None of the crew knows about his past military career. He doesn’t like to share it with them. But he still wore the hat. When I was about 12, he gave it to me, in addition to giving me the title of “First Mate”. Six years later, I still wear it, but I no longer carry the title. About three years ago, he dubbed me co-captain.
I couldn’t lose to Pan. Winning meant Pan get to lose three of his boys. And losing three of his boys could be revolutionary. Maybe then we could defeat him. Maybe then we could finally find a way out of this godforsaken world.
We could go somewhere safer, somewhere happier. My father and I could sail the seas and explore instead of being tied to this island.
I heard a rap on my door. My father strode in and stood next to me, looking at the both of us in the mirror.
“I don’t like this.” He said, breaking the silence after a few minutes.
I sighed, “I know.”
“I don’t want you to go.” He continued.
“I know.”
He smiled gently, “But you’re too stubborn to stick him up.”
I smiled back. “I know.”
His smile faded and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I closed my eyes for a brief moment before wrapping my arms around his torso. My dad hugged me back, tightly, rubbing his thumb over my shoulder blade. I savored this moment. It may be the last time I hugged him. I then pushed the negative thoughts that were flooding my head. I would win. I could win. I had to win. I had no other choice. I’m not letting this boy take me.
I pulled back, holding terrified eye contact with my father. He put his hand on the side of my face. “You can do it. You have to do it. We can’t lose one of our Captains. And most importantly, I can’t lose my Rowan. Aye?”
“Aye.” I agreed, nodding slightly.
My dad brought me into another hug. He kissed my forehead then lightly brushed my cheek with his thumb, giving me an encouraging little smile. He then turned and walked out of my room, he gave me one more look from the doorway and walked off. I could hear his boots as he walked off the ship.
I turned back to my reflection. I saw the determined look in my eye as I thought about the fight.
I knew Pan was a killer fighter. Literally. He’s violent and intense and headstrong. Luckily, so was I. I knew that he would fight fairly. If one thing is true about that boy, it’s that he doesn’t cheat. If a boy as indecent as he wasn’t a cheater then, I wasn’t going to be a cheater either.
I took a deep breath and walked up onto the deck. I was five minutes early, but I would rather be their waiting for the lost boy then have him wait for me.
I got to the top deck and watched the island. I could see my crew on a small stretch of land aways away. I looked over the coastline, searching for some sign of my opponent.
“You’re early.” Pan said from behind me.
I didn’t turn to face him. I kept my eyes on the water, but turned my head so he could hear me from behind. “So are you.”
I could hear him chuckle. “Punctual. I like that.”
I turned to him, eyes blazing. “Do you now? I don’t care. Let’s get this over with, Pan.” I drew one of my my daggers.
He smirked and leaned back against the deck’s rail. “What’s the rush? There’s no time limit. You’re in such a rush to fight me?” He smirked and let his eyes drift to my chest where my cleavage showed.
I snapped right in front of my face with the hand that wasn’t holding my weapon. “My face is up here.”
He smirked. “Can’t I enjoy the view?”
I felt a deep and unequitable hate for this man. I knew that he was trying to get me angry. I knew he was trying to get me to charge. I wasn’t going to let him. I closed my eyes and took a breath, calming myself. I resumed a calm and slightly lazy position. Two can play at that game. I shiethed my dagger and leaned against the railing behind me.
“Not when your view is about to be the cause of your doom, little boy.” I smirked.
Pan raised an eyebrow. “I’m older than I look.”
I mocked surprise. “Really? What’re you, 15?”
Pan smirked and brought himself to sit on the railing. “You’d be surprised.”
“Your lack of intimidation surprised me.” I shrugged.
He raised both eyebrows and cocked his head slightly. “Lack of Intimidation?”
I rolled my head lazily back to him. “I expected to King of Neverland to be… mmm… bigger… older. Frankly, I’m disappointed. I expected you to come in, prepared for battle. Now it just seems like you’re stalling. What’s the matter, Pan? Afraid?”
His eyes shone with anger. “Me? Scared of a girl?” he scoffed, “I’m not weak.”
I leaned forward, mocking confusion. “Neither am I. So, why did you choose me? Did you really think you could win?”
Peter hopped of the railing and started to walk in slight circles around me. “Strong words for a girl who hasn’t started the game yet.”
I mimicked his actions. “Seems only fair to say to a boy who was stalling.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t act like you weren’t playing along.”
I smiled sweetly. “But, what else was I supposed to do? This is all just a boy’s game, no?”
In one swift motion I pulled my first dagger and threw it. It lodged itself centimeters from his cheek. He stopped moving and didn’t even flinch. He didn’t look the slightest bit fearful or suprised. He simply grinned.
“There’s something you should know about games, though, love.” He took the dagger and threw it back, pinning my sleeve to the side of the ship. “Peter Pan never fails.”
He drew a dagger from his belt as I tried to pull the dagger out from the railing and ran at me. I dodged as he tried to stab my chest. I kicked him on the backside of his knee, causing his leg to buckle. I then brought my other leg around and kicked his back, making him fall flat. He hopped right back up, but in enough time for me to yank my arm down, making the dagger fall and my arm to be freed.
I drew both daggers from their sheaths and pointed them at him.
“I’m impressed. You’re definitely good with the dagger. I wonder what else you’re good with.” He said, head held high, eyes roaming my body as we walked in circles like wolves, readying for the attack.
I flicked the hair out of my eyes. “Hopefully killing you.”
I charged him.
I pressed one towards his face, and swung the other for his stomach. He blocked his face with the dagger in his hand and brought the cuff that was on his wrist up to block the one charging his stomach.
I grunted as he kneed my side. I stumbled a few steps then grabbed the rope that was next to me and pulled. I went flying up and a sandbag went tumbling down, barely missing the demon as he dodged.
I put one of the daggers in my mouth, holding it between my teeth as I swung myself around, intending on kicking the demon in the back.
He suddenly disappeared before I could hit him. I threw myself from the rope, landing on my feet, looking frantically around for the boy.
“Cheater!” I called out, knowing farewell he could hear me.
I heard a low chuckle above me. I turned to see him skillfully balancing as he walked on the mast.
“I, simply, was leveling the playing grounds. Making it even. It seems hardly fair that you can have more than one dagger, not to mention, being at your home domaine as I’m a stranger to this place with only one, plain, dagger.” He dangled his dagger as to emphasize his point.
I scoffed. “Ah, yes. Magic makes everything so fair.”
He smiles and appears right in front of me, putting his fingers under my chin. “Life isn’t fair, eh?”
I flinched my face away from his hands and quickly kicked him down under. He wheezed, glared at me and fell to his knees in pain. I didn’t waste any time. I grabbed the hand with his knife and swung it behind his back, causing him to cry out again.
“Very unfair.” I whispered in his ear.
He grunted and brought his other arm around and grabbed my shoulder. With amazing strength, he flipped me over his shoulder. In the process, my daggers fell from my hands. One landed behind him and the other landed in front of him. The other landed in front of him right where I soon followed.
I cried out in blinding pain as my dagger stabbed me in the thigh. Pan backed up and caught his breath, doubling over in pain.
I took the time to pull the dagger out of my leg, crying out once more. I closed my eyes, pushing the pain out of my head and forcing myself to stand.
The boy looked up at me, forcing a smile. He stood as well, refusing to give up, like me.
I winced as I stepped forward and pointed my daggers at him.
He chuckled and distributed his weight to his back foot. “You just don’t know when to give up.”
I glared at him, “No, I just know when to keep going.”
He smiled, “Very admirable, Rowan. You’re going to make a great Lost Girl.”
“I’m not going to be a great anything to you.” I snarled then lunged at him again.
Peter let me tackle him as we rolled onto the ground. I landed on top of Pan as he turned over. My knee pinning his forearms down as he tried to fight to get up. We settled there, his green eyes blazing with energy as adrenaline coursed through my veins.
“Not bad, lass.” He commented.
I pointed both of my daggers at his throat. “I win, Pan. This didn’t take much time, at all.”
He tutted. “You shouldn’t speak so soon, lassie.”
He tossed his knee up hitting me right next to the lower part of my spine. The shock caused me to drop my knives, cry out in pain and fall on top of him. He rolled over and assumed the position I was originally in.
“Never give your opponent a minute to think. That may lead to your doom.” He smugly said, pointing one of my daggers at my head as he pressed the other to my neck. My breathing was quick, as was my heartbeat. My pulse rang in my ears as I rapidly searched for an alternate solution.
I. Could. Not. lose.
He smirked. “Game over.”

Chapter 3:

I felt my heart sink through the floor.
I lost.
I was now Pan’s.
Peter got off my chest and put his dagger in his sheathe. He has a smug smirk on his face, the little shit. “Come. We need to get you cleaned up.”
I felt a pang of sadness shoot through my heart as I realized that I probably wouldn’t be coming back to my ship again. I probably will never see my Father again. I probably would never feel free again.
A sharp pain was sent through my leg as I stood. I stumbled and fell right into Pan, who caught me before I fell.
The demon looked at me with a glimmer in his eye. Hie eyebrow was arched high as he commented, “Falling for me already?”
I glared at him and shoved him back, which was a mistake. I stumbled backwards, tripped on some rope and was on my way overboard. Peter caught my arm. I panted and looked from the water below me, back up to the boy holding my arm.
“/tut/ /tut/ /tut/ I expected better from the daughter of Captain Hook.” He smirked.
Before I could fire something back at him, he scooped me up bridal style and flew off my ship.
I wanted to struggle. I wanted him to get his filthy hands off of me. I wanted him to leave me alone forever, but all things stopped when I saw he was flying towards my crew.
My father was standing at the edge of his rowboat. The demon who was holding me, flew over their heads, far enough above so they couldn’t reach but close enough that they could clearly see me, injured and at my weak, defeated state.
I heard my father’s sad broken voice, “Rowan…”
“Look at your Captain now!” He crowed, smugly. “This is what will come of those who cross me. Those who think they can defeat the King of Neverland. Your Captain is mine now! Say goodbye to this lass. For you will never see her again.”
“NO!” My dad yelled. A look of anger, sadness, and pain gracing his face. He drew his sword but it was too late, Pan had said his piece and flew off with such blinding speeds that my hat flew off my head.
“FATHER!” I yelled in reply, knowing that struggling was pointless. If I fell from this height, I would die instantly when my body hit the water. So, I said nothing, refusing to be held, but letting myself be carried.
~~~~~~~~~
We got to the Lost Boys camp in a matter of minutes. When we got there, all the boys stopped what they were doing and just watched their leader and me. Once they saw who was in his arms, and the pain in my eyes, they cheered, whooped and hollered.
At their cries, I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into despair, though I refused to show it.
Pan set me down on my feet, his evil, strong arm still around my waist for support and to keep me there.
As if I could get very far running.
“Meet your new Lost Girl.” Pan cried out over all the din.
Their cheers echoed louder than ever before.
I shoved Peter’s arm off from around my waist and stood tall and proud. The boys went silent as they watched me. I glared at all of them before suddenly turning and punching Peter in the face with all my strength. He was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground.
I glared at him some more then spat at him. With that, I stormed off, limping all the way.
I reached a certain part of the woods where I was far enough away from camp, I leaned against a tree and started crying.
I don’t cry often. Actually, hardly ever. I’m a pirate. If we feel too intensely, we die. It’s just how life works for us. But, every now and then, we can’t keep it in anymore.
All the stress. All the pain. All the defeat, humiliation, sadness, loneliness, and hell that I’ve felt in the past day all came to a tipping point. I leaned against a tree and let myself cry. I buried my head in my hands, feeling to sobs consume my body.
My leg gave out, so I was now completely on the ground. I looked at my leg and saw that it was bleeding excessively. I cursed under my breath and wiped under my eyes, pushing the feelings back down and the tears out of my eyes.
I took the dagger out of my boot and sliced my sleeves off at the shoulders. I then cut my fishnet off my leg and bit my lip hard when I ripped it off my wound.
I took my first sleeve, tore it in half then pulled half of it over my leg and up my thigh, still in tube-ish form. I took the other half and cut it so it was no longer a tube and was a sheet of fabric. I took that sheet and tied it tightly around my thigh, cutting off the blood flow. Over that, I brought my other sleeve up and covered my makeshift band-aid up.
I, then, crawled around, looking for a long stick. After crawling awkwardly for a few feet, I found one that would suffice. It was thick and sturdy, enough for me to put my weight on it. I took it and stood it up on its end. I climbed up it until I was standing, using it as a staff.
For the first time, I looked around my surroundings. I saw the true beauty of the forest around me. The light glowing through the trees, creating almost magical rays of light brushing the forest floor.
“Beautiful, no?” I heard Pan’s voice behind me. I jumped in surprise and turned around to meet his violently green eyes. He was sitting casually on a low branch in the tree I was leaning previously on. He hopped down and walked towards me, rubbing his wrist. He walked towards me so we were inches apart.
“You shouldn’t have hit me.” He said, eyebrow raised in slight amusement.
I mocking his expression but with anger. “You shouldn’t have mocked me in front of my father and crew.”
He chuckled and rolled his head back a little. “So that is what this is about.”
I gestured roughly behind me, as if to gesture to the pirates. “Did you expect me to go with you happily? Skipping to my new master? I was hurt enough! But Peter Pan has to hurt people down the the core, doesn’t he? He just has to go the extra mile! He has to rub it in to my Father that his only child is never going to see him again! Peter Pan, the oh so all high and mighty King of Neverland has to make sure the girl that is going to be his new /property/ will be completely destroyed. Because Peter Pan never fails. He never fails to make sure he’s on top.” I spat at him.
He simply raised an eyebrow and let me yell. At the end, he grabbed the front of my shirt, bringing his face close to mine, that was when I could see the anger in his eyes. “I wouldn’t say such things, if I were you.”
I stood my ground, fearlessly, driven in pure anger and hatred. “Yes you would. You would say worse things. You’d say things that you’d know could tear the person down so far that they’d have no will to even try to best you at anything. Now if you would please excuse me,” I grabbed his wrist and he let go. “I need to go make myself acquainted with my new-” I said the next words with venom lacing my voice. “- /Lost Boys/”
With that, I stormed off once more. I was surprised that he didn’t follow me. But, for some reason, he let me go.
~~~~~~~~~~~
I walked into camp and saw all the boys. They were all training. Some of them were practicing archery, others sword fighting, others were throwing daggers. Once they saw me, they stopped what they were doing and all looked at me.
I took a deep breath and raised an eyebrow. “Afternoon.”
They didn’t reply, but looked at each other.
One of them took a step forward. I knew him to be Felix, Pan’s right hand man. “See Pan brought you back.”
“Pan didn’t do anything for me except give me this,” I gestures to my leg that was bleeding through my makeshift bandage.
Felix’s brows creased a little at the sight of my wound.
“I do things for myself. No one else will.” I looked at Felix with a dead serious expression.
He smirked. “Pan made a good choice. You’re going to make a great Lost Girl.”
My nostrils flared in anger. I was to him in three long (painful) strides. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled, bringing the tall boy’s face down to meet mine. “Pan. Did. /Nothing/. For. Me.”
Felix simply smirked. He then gestured grandly with his arm. “Your tent is over there.”
Without breaking eye contact, I let go of his shirt. Then I turned and walked as swiftly as I could with my staff over to where he gestured, not looking back at the boys who would be my new home.
And, dare I say it, my new family.
No. These boys could never be family. Especially not Peter. I have no family.
I am my own family.

Chapter 4:

I walked over to the tents and quickly found mine, for the god forsaken boy’s put a big sign above the tent that stated “For Lost Girl”.
Part of me wanted to not even venture inside, but my throbbing leg told me I had no choice.
I walked in and saw the giant room. It wasn’t what I expected.
I expected to see a small cot and a dirt floor.
I expected to see dirty walls and worn out blankets for sleeping.
I expected to see holes in the fabric of the ceiling.
What my expectations were not met.
What I received was a large bed with comfortable blankets and fluffy pillows.
What I received was a soft, green grass floor.
What I received was a vanity with a mirror and a little stool.
What I received was a wooden chandelier with candles.
“Nice, isn’t it?”
I turned to see Pan smirking at me, leaning against the doorway.
I turned back to my room that had rendered me speechless. “I have no words…” I breathed out for a second. “It’s certainly not what I expected.”
The boy walked forward with his hands in his pockets, looking around. “The only tent nicer than this one is my own.” He looked at me from the corner of his eye.
I nodded then continued to take in the space before me. After a second, I looked at him, eyebrows creased in confusion. “Why?”
Peter raised his eyebrows at me in question. “Why what?”
I turned to face him. “Why this?” I gestured to my room. “There has to be some sort of catch. Some sort of game in order for me to win it?”
“No,” He shook his head. “You are our new lost girl. Don’t you think that the boy’s new mother deserved a nice home?”
Something he said caught my attention. “New mother?”
He faced me as well. “Oh, you don’t know?” he smiled a little, “The role of ‘Lost Girl’ entails you cooking meals for the boys, telling them stories, taking care of them, and such.”
I chuckled without humor. “There we go.” I put my hand that wasn’t holding my staff in my back pocket, shaking my head, and looking at the ground.
“Mmm?”
I raised my head to answer him. “That’s the catch. That I’m to act as a sort of slave for you boys.”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “Not a slave. A mother-”
“What’s the difference?” I mumbled, quietly, interrupting him.
“-Someone who can take care of them in the ways I’m unable to.” He continued, not skipping a beat.
I raised an eyebrow and glared, “So, the great Peter Pan finally admits that he is incapable to do something.”
He rolled his eyes at me, irritated. “No. I can do it if need be. But who needs to if you can have someone else do it for you.”
I scoffed. “So, you’re saying I’m just a tool for you.”
He crossed his arms, taking a wide, controlling stance. “For the time being, of a sort, yes.”
For a moment we just glared at each other before he spoke up again.
“You should get changed. Those clothes aren’t going to pass here. I have some options for you in your cellar.” He gestured to a trap door in the corner of the tiny room that opened with the wave of his hand. “We didn’t have quite enough room for a ground level closet, so we had to make due with other things.”
He turned to walk out, just as he opened the flap of the door, I stopped him.
“Pan?”
He raised an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair that had fallen out through all the fuss. “Tha-” I stopped myself then sighed again and continued. “Thanks.”
He turned, smirking. “I couldn’t quite hear you, could you speak louder, love?”
I glared at him. “You’re not getting me to say it again.”
His smirk grew. “You’re welcome.”
He then turned and walked out of the room.
I stood there, looking at the spot where he stood previously, in confusion, awe, and frustration. After a moment, I turned and walked towards the cellar.
Down in the cellar, the walls were lined with options of clothes on hangers and the floors against the walls were lined with different options of shoes. Mostly, boots or flats. On the hangers were options of dresses, shirts, skirts, pants, coats, cloaks, and capes. It was at least 10 feet deep and 5 feet wide. It was more than anything I’ve ever had in my lifetime.
I found myself breathless again; in awe.
No. No, no, no. I can’t let this get to me. Can’t let Pan get to me like this. This is insane. He takes me from my life and my family and thrusts me into his world to live as his slave.
A slave with a beautiful tent and a closet big enough to be a small room.
I sighed, conflicted on my feelings. I decided that there was no harm in changing out of my bloody, dirty clothes.
I walked up and down the long rows of clothing options before I settled on brown, lace-up boots that went to my mid calf, a light grey skirt that would stay off my wound, a green scarf to tie around my waist, a dark grey, short sleeved t-shirt, and a darker green cropped jacket. I let my dark, wild hair fall around my shoulders.
I found a full length mirror behind the stairs of the cellar. I looked myself up and down and saw something not right. I looked too different, yet too the same. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all.
It was exactly the same or completely different. I didn’t wanted to be reminded of my past anymore. I couldn’t think about that. I could only think for myself, now.
I reached down and grabbed the third dagger that was still attached to my leg. I looked in the mirror and started at my hair.
It was like cutting my ties to my past life away. I cut the memories of the sea wind blowing it wild. I cut the locks that my father would tug on, playfully, when we would talk together. I cut the curls and the layers. I cut it all off.
When I was done, I had a ring of dark curls around me. My long hair now on the floor. My new hair was cut short to my head, yet long enough to where I could grab a handful of it with my fist.
It was different. But it was a good different.
I took a deep breath, then marched (as defiantly as one could with a staff) back up the stairs and through the flap doors to face my new home head on, as a new person.

^^IDK WHAT TO DO NEXT

@Swiggotyy_Swootyy

The gist is, Captain Hook's daughter is taken by Pan.
Pan kinda likes the girl, but isn't letting on.
She hates him at the moment.
I need them to fall in love.
IDK HOW TF TO GET THERE!!

@passion_of_knowledge

Try giving them a case where the person is guilty, but they believe the person is innocent and tries to prove they are. Have the character not take no for an answer. Hope this helps.

@WriteOutofTime

I don't really have the time to critique it, but I do have a word of warning to ya: If you make them fall in love BECAUSE Peter Pan completely humbled her and defied her expectations, you're kinda falling into a trope that makes a lot of girls angry. It's the cliche where the cold, rude warrior girl who is capable by her own right is brought to her knees by some dude. Some dude who makes her feel weak and helpless. And so they fall in love.

My suggestion would be to have her completely humble him right back. I don't know what you're planning, but if you show that they both truly and genuinely need each other, you might break the cliche. I hope this helps at least a little. So far your writing is pretty good, and I like the flow and the narration. Good luck :D

@kat_i_am

Okay so…. I get what's happening, but where do you want to go from here? Like what's your point B? I understand the situation that Rowan is in, but is she going to try to run away? Or is this a story where she eventually settles in with her new fam of lost boys? Does that happen, then Dad/Hook tries to rescue her, but she doesn't want to leave, so it's ultimately a fight against father and daughter?

@kat_i_am

Okay I just saw the thing about having them fall in love. I second @writelikeyourerunningoutoftime's idea. Don't make this a Stockholm Syndrome thing. I like the idea, but having her fall in love with Pan, who, so far, has ogled her and taken her away from a life she likes, is a turn-off.
Maybe they go on one mission, and she does fantastic, so she gets promoted to second in command, and then they work, and argue, and eventually figure out they work well together. Forced cohabitators (in a way), then comrades/partners, then friends. And if you do the father/daughter fight, maybe Pan almost dies and Rowan realizes that she loves him? Make it a tragedy and he does die, somehow? Like Hook got a hold of something that counteracts the never-aging/dying of Neverland?

@Swiggotyy_Swootyy

Okay! Thanks. I was thinking that they were going to have some sort of conflict in the beginning and that he was eventually going to soften up on her and show her his sort and vulnerable side. At that point, he would acknowledge his own feelings towards her and set her free. When she goes out, she finds that her dad is no longer in Neverland and she becomes bitter. When she becomes bitter, she comes back and lives with Peter or something and they fall in love eventually, have trials like all good books do, and hold hands and sing kumbaya.

@kat_i_am

Okay! I do like the part about setting her free, but maybe she decides to stay, instead of going back to pirating? and then her dad comes and is like I'm freeing you!! and she's like no lol I'm already free, I'm here cause I wanna be, I don't need no man to come free me, I did it all myself, and then you get to the big father/daughter battle? (sorry I'm angling for this really hard lol I think it would be rad, BUT DON'T DO IT IF YOU DON'T WANNA IT'S YOUR BOOK)

@Swiggotyy_Swootyy

No, No! Don't worry! That's kinda what I was thinking. It wouldn't be as much of "I need a man, so I'm going to live with the Lost Boys" as it would be "I have nowhere else to go and I need shelter and food and I also have friends back there so I'll keep living with with the Lost Boys." XD