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quiet.  He appreciated how quiet she was, actually.  Women tended to talk his eyeballs off, and he did not really pay much attention to what they were spouting off anyway.  Remy had a knack for talking so much, he did not think she even realized what she was saying the majority of the time.
     
    When the lock clicked open, she sprung to her feet and opened the door.
     
    “Where is your ship?” she asked him.
     
    “She speaks!” he exclaimed.  The look Magdalena gave him would have sounded like sarcasm if he could hear it.  He cleared his throat as the rest of his crew filed out behind him.  “The Black Star is currently detained.”
     
    “Do you know where?” the blonde asked, tilting her head to the side and keeping her eyes focused firmly on his.  They were a midnight blue, he realized.  Almost brown, if one was not looking close enough.
     
    “I do,” he said with one nod.
     
    “We need it,” she said.
     
    “We?” Nick asked.  “Listen, I thank you for what you’ve done for me and my crew but I cannot have you on board my ship.  I do not know you.  I do not trust you.”
     
    “I can get you your ship back,” Magdalena told him, and her tone sounded certain.  “All I ask is for passage on your ship for an indeterminate amount of time.  You can go back to being a wanted man in every port in The Neverland and ferrying souls.”
     
    Nick gave her a cheeky grin.  “So you’ve heard of me?” he asked.
     
    She did not respond to his charm.  Instead, she reached out her arm and offered her hand.  “Do we have an accord?” she asked.
     
    Nick paused.  He really had no other choice.  He needed a ship and had no prospects to get her back.  She was his only hope.  As such, he placed his hand over hers and kept his eyes firmly in hers.  They were beautiful eyes, he decided.  But girls with pretty eyes were the toughest to trust.

Chapter 3
     
    Remy kept track of each day that passed by writing down everything she could.  She had requested a journal, and Hook granted it with some flippant comment about girls keeping track of their feelings.  She wanted to correct him and remind him that she was actually a woman and not some girl, but she decided it was wise to keep her mouth shut since she got what she wanted.  Also, if he believed her feelings were trivial, he might disregard the journal or forget she even had it in the first place.  He seemed distracted anyway.  His mind was elsewhere.  In fact, Remy had seen little of him the past week.  He rarely stepped out of his captain’s quarters; what he was doing in there was anyone’s guess.
     
    Even though she was technically a prisoner, Remy had free reign of the ship.  She wasn’t forbidden to a room; nothing was off-limits.  Everyone was respectful of her presence; she did not feel threatened or in danger.  If she had a complaint about anything, it was boredom.  However, that was fixed when Pam, her personal maid, showed her the library.  She had never been a fan of reading for pleasure, but Remy was growing to like it.
     
    Pam was timid and quiet, shy and hesitant.  If she had a choice, Remy would guess the poor girl would choose to keep to herself.  That particular dreary morning, after a week and one day had passed, Remy decided to try and engage the girl in more than a one-sided conversation.  If anything, it would pass the time.  Remy was starting to pace to do something .
     
    “Pam,” Remy said when Pam came to inform her about supper.  “How old are you?”
     
    Pam looked at her feet, her sharp cheeks tainted red.  The girl could not be more than fourteen, which mean she died at an extremely young age.  Remy could feel her heart breaking for Pam.  And, for some reason, Pam had yet to move on.  Instead, she was here, serving as a makeshift handmaiden on Hook’s ship of otherwise respectable members of The Neverland society.  Remy had no seen a speck of dirt, a book out of alphabetical order, any