To clear her mind, Tink left the cabin and flew off into the morning sky, high over Neverland. Instead of clearing her mind, this flight made her longings worse for on the horizon Tink spied the three-masted profile of the East India her stern clearly visible as the sunlight glinted from the windows in the Captain’s quarters. Tink thought her tears would fill the sea and she stopped and hovered, not daring to fly closer. If she went to Captain Ellis, could she leave and return to her Master? If that happened, could she survive without Hook? Her heart was torn, no matter what she’d do it would hurt a man she loved and in doing so destroy her. A fact of women is that her orgasms invoke feelings that do not fade when the fluids are washed off or dry on their thighs. Richard Ellis had not simply spilled the product of his gonads into Tink, he filled her soul in ways that would not simply evaporate. Hovering thus, Tink felt paralyzed. If she flew closer she’d capitulate, if she flew back towards her master, she’d be putting more distance between herself and Richard. “Happy thoughts?” she shouted at a pelican cruising by her. “My happy thoughts make me sad!”
As the sun climbed higher into its noon position, the last glimpse of the East India disappeared over the horizon. Sadly, Tink flew back to the Jolly Roger, still in port. The closer she got to the ship the faster she flew, anxious now for the comfort of Master’s arms and the sound of his voice. Above the ship, Tink’s heart leapt at the sight of Hook, barking orders at his crew. His commanding voice brought a familiar tingling and dampness to her girl parts and her nipples perked although it was not chilly. She landed on a yardarm, not quite ready to be in his cabin and certainly not yet ready to face him.
In time though, Tink flew down from her lofty perch and paused an hour on the quarterdeck before taking her place in Hook’s cabin. Tink sat looking at the bunk where her fears about anal penetration had been assuaged by her Master and where Richard had taken a share of her heart as he took her vagina. In many ways, being entered by a lover is akin to losing one’s virginity for it is the first time outside a committed relationship. Like virginity, it’s something that can happen or be given – or taken – only once. They say you never forget your first and equally, you never forget your first ‘outside’ lover. Tink sat on her cot, both happy and melancholy at the same time. She heard her master’s approach and quickly took her place for him, naked and kneeling. “Ah there you are my beautiful lightning bug, Hook said brightly.” “And, how are ye this fine morning?”
“I am well, Master,” Tink replied however there was hesitation in her voice and confusion clouded her eyes.
“I am grateful to ye, Tinkerbelle, that you helped me to repay my debt to Captain Ellis, I hope the experience wasn’t too difficult for you.” Tink’s eyes came into sharp focus upward and to her left as she remembered Richard’s handsome face as his body pummeled hers and a smile smile came to her lips that she quickly suppressed.
“Oh yes, my Master, the experience was not difficult at all, I was thrilled to be of service to you and to the man who saved your life.”
Tink looked towards the windows in Hook’s cabin, out over the stern and westward toward where Ellis’ ship had sailed off and her eyes brimmed with tears. Hook saw the sadness deep within her and a cold fear filled his gut, a fear that he associated only with the sound of the clock in the belly of the crocodile that had taken his hand and roamed the seas looking for the rest of him. Hook rarely experienced fear and it disquieted him greatly.
“She loves him,” Hook thought to himself in quiet realization. “Have I lost her?” Hook had known all along that this was a possibility and he took great pains to delay their sex until the night before the India’s sailing so as to limit the time available. It’s also why he insisted on being there with them buggering Tink even as Ellis took her vagina. How he remembered the heat inside her bowels and the intensity of his cum as it left him like canon fire. Hook was not a man used to the idea of being unsure of himself and yet there he was, unsure of Tink’s love for him. He had to have her and now. Hook began kissing Tink and she responded in kind. The harder he kissed her, the harder she returned the kiss each driven by fear and passion until she was on her back on her cot and Hook was pummeling her girl parts with his prick, not unlike the gunner packing powder in cannon with a ramming rod. The difference was that Hook’s ramming was desperate and chaotic not rhythmic and deliberate. He couldn’t help himself, for as he ejaculated into her, Hook cried out, “I do not wish to lose you lightning bug!”
There. It was said… aloud. Heard and couldn’t be unheard just as the ship’s bell cannot be unrung. “James,” Tink began, “You will not lose me as I would not choose to live without you in my life and my heart, Tink said, her arms reaching out for him.
“And Captain Ellis?”, Hook let the name just hand there like a thing floating in the air between them.”
“And Captain Ellis…” Tink hesitated, her voice catching as the back of her throat burned and her heart wanted to break, “Is gone.” Tink’s sweet eyes squeezed shut and tears squeezed out of them. Hook’s own heart was heavy and is stomach twisted as if punched. Hook did not want Tink to see him so emotional and certainly it would be unseemly for any crewman to witness his affliction.
“Tink, would you please give me an hour’s privacy to collect my thoughts?”
“Y-y-yes, my Master,” Tink said in a shaky voice. Quickly she put on her tunic. She threw her arms around Hook and said, “I love you!”
“And you love him too…” Hook said, more as a statement than a question.
“Yes, my love, I love him too.”
“Please wait a minute,” Hook said and he took the long red ribbon with the Chinese lettering and pinned it around her body, holding her wings furled. “Please go somewhere and give me an hour and then return here.”
Tink left Hook and went to the spar-deck. “Why had her Master bound her wings?” think wondered. “Is it to keep me from flying to Richard? “ “To make me feel secure?” In the end it didn’t matter for she trusted Hook completely. The spar-deck wasn’t private enough and Tink walked the path to town to visit the grave of Bee. She sat there, brushing leaves and bits of dead grass from the tiny grave and laid a wildflower across it. She didn’t speak to Bee, Tink simply drew comfort from being near him. The sting and the itching in her nipple were long behind her but Tink could never forget Bee as he was not part of her life, of her experience, just as Hook and Ellis were. Tink simply sat and gathered herself for her return to Hook and whether he’d keep her, dismiss her or enslave her.