The Girl

"Hey. Did you hear me?" Ariel said. Hook turned around, and was momentarily left speechless at the resemblance of her and her mother. "I said I got it out of her. She left it with Alana." "Elena?" Hook said. "No, Alana," Ariel replied. "My second oldest sister. And I'm guessing they're going to continue on with their plan to prevent war against Ursula, because apparently, they don't want us to rip apart Atlantis in the process. Attina was planning to kill all the people in Ursula's kingdom to drive her away."

Hook frowned. "How did you get all that out of her?" he asked. Ariel shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Just. . . Don't let them hurt her, okay?" she said. And without another word, Ariel walked away from Hook.

After a few more minutes of staring at the sea, trying to forget about the past, Hook walked back into his room to get some sleep. His thoughts had forced the fact that there was an extremely angry and crazy sea demon in his bedroom away from his mind.

Hook stared with wide open eyes at Attina's strength. She had been restrained with chains that were hanging off from the wall. That wall had somehow defied the laws of nature itself and had literally moved a couple centimeters forward.

"What did you do to her?" Attina yelled at Hook. He pondered the choice of gagging her or not, but decided against it. The last thing he wanted was for his other hand to be bitten off as well. "You just can't leave our family alone, can you? First my mother, and now Ariel!"

Hook turned his head sharply at Attina's words. Had Ariel revealed her identity, giving up the greatest advantage they had? No. Ariel wasn't stupid enough to do that. Besides, one look at Attina's face told Hook that the mermaid thought Ariel was dead or in an even worse state. Hook smiled breifly as he realized Ariel had it made it seem like Hook had been holding Ariel hostage. The red haired pirate must have been a better actress than Hook had realized.

"I still don't get it," Hook said, grabbing a chair and sitting in front of Attina. "I thought the sea witch cursed you so that you couldn't leave Atlantis. So how are you here, in Charles's kingdom?"

Attina scoffed, in a way suggesting she couldn't believe anyone could be so stupid. "Our borders are not limited to the borders of human cities," she said, spitting the word 'human ignorance' in Hook's face.

Deciding that there was no way her would be able to fall asleep with a shrieking fish lady in his room, Hook walked out of his room, and stared up at the moon. It was a few minutes after midnight. He debated going to sleep elsewhere, but he really wasn't tired. Seeing as everyone was asleep anyway, Hook took a small rowboat onto the shore of Charles's kingdom, and found the nearest bar. The walls surrounding the tavern were plastered with wanted posters of several pirates, most of which included Ariel's face.

Hook walked towards the back entrance of the tavern, which was located in a small, dark alleyway. He had nearly reached the door when he felt something grabbing at his neck. Before he knew it, he was on the ground, with a sword pointed at his throat.

Hook groaned. He had just been slammed onto the stone floor, and he was sure he had gotten a concussion. Oh, and there was a bloody sword being pointed at his neck.

Hook blinked the stars out of his eyes, and stared at the person holding the sword. She was a tall, brunette woman who looked about twenty years old. She was wearing leather boots that looked like something Hook would wear. In her eyes was a glint of determination and confidence. Confidence. Something that could lead to fatality if one had too much of.

Hook slowly, very slowly got up, and was aware of the sword following his throat as he did. "Hook, am I right?" the woman said in an English accent. Hook frowned. He had heard a voice similar to hers, many years ago, but he couldn't quite place the memory.

"So you do know who I am, yet you still chose to come after me," Hook said, staring at the sword in her hand. "I did, actually," the woman said, tilting her head slightly. "Well then you also know that those who manage to press a sword to Captain Hook's throat," Hook said, using his hook to grab the hilt of the blade and twist it around and up into the air so that it went flying across the alley, "Don't get to live to tell the tale," he said, slamming the girl onto the wall, with his hook pressed up against her throat.