A light breeze shook the leaves on the trees while the sun rose in the horizon. The orange and red hues ribboning in the distance. The ocean waters lapped along the sands of the island known as Pixie Hollow. Sat in a tree overlooking the ocean was a blonde fairy. To the other fairies she was known as the ‘Yellow Fairy’ or ‘Yellow’, but she took the liberty to choose another name, Hazel. For this particular fairy had a dream to get off the island of Pixie Hollow.

Not that she hated being here with the others and aiding in protecting the population from predators and others who wished to harm the fairies for their pixie dust. She wanted to explore the world, but knew that the chance would hardly come.

Her fingers delicately played with the pouch attached to her leather belt, digging out a small silver dagger. One that she made herself with the help from a few of her tinker fairy friends. Her blue eyes shifted to the dagger, admiring the intricate design on the hilt that she designed herself. The design resembled the waves of the ocean that she adored. The fairy pressed the edge of the dagger to her pointer finger of her free hand, twirling it by the hilt, watching as the design seemed to flow with the movement.

Hazel did this for a few moments before putting it away. Her attention was stolen by the ocean yet again, a soft sigh leaving her lips and a gentle smile creasing on her face. In the distance she could hear the other fairies waking up from their slumber and beginning to start their days. That was when she stood up on the thick branch under her and jumped from the great height.

Wind passed by her ears and swept her hair backwards, her brown and green clothing fluttering. With a circular wave of her hand and wrist, yellow pixie dust surrounded her and glowed. Everything shrunk and yellow wings sprouted from her back, transforming her into her fairy form. Just as she was about to hit the ground, she flew upwards as fast as she could, soaring towards the trees. She flew between the branches and leaves, easily maneuvering her way through the forest she knew like the back of her hand.

Meanwhile sailing on the sea was a former Royal Navy ship deemed now as the Jolly Roger by its captain, Killian Jones, also known by his moniker Captain Hook. The pirate captain directed his crew towards a specific island for a specific purpose, pixie dust. Though a little harmless pillaging of the village on the aforementioned island would do his crew some good to boost their morale.

Killian hoped that this pixie dust would allow him to find the very dagger that would allow him his revenge against the crocodile. The only problem that he faced with this particular method would be the chance that he would need a fairy to wield the pixie dust.

His dark eyes held firm in the distance for a few moments, catching the island barely coming into view on the horizon. He took out his telescope and held it up to his eye, peering through the end of it to see the island becoming larger while the Jolly Roger sailed closer. He lowered his telescope and called out to his crew, “Land ahead!” He walked down the steps and put away his telescope. “The land we are journeying to is called Pixie Hollow! On this island we are searching for pixie dust and may need to capture a fairy to wield the magic within the pixie dust. So keep your eyes peeled, men, for these fairies are small in size! They will not make it easy for us to retrieve the pixie dust! When we travel ashore we will first gather the supplies we need and wait until the island is asleep to take the pixie dust for yourselves! Do I make myself clear?”

A loud roar of cheers rumbled from the crew aboard the Jolly Roger. If they were biding time, that meant that they would have time to drink and celebrate at the local tavern in the village. Some of the crew at the very least aside from those whom the captain would choose to accompany him for their real objective.

William Smee scrambled up the stairs to the upper deck from below with a small wooden cage in his hands. He weaved through the uproar and excitement from the other crew members until he reached the captain. When he had, he held it up in his hands to present it to him. “Here you are, Captain. The cage you desired if we do need to catch a fairy to use the pixie dust, as you ordered. Enchanted to keep whatever is in it, inside and without the ability to escape from it unless let free on the outside.” Around the latching loop on top of the cage sat a silver circular charm, the origin of the spell used to keep whatever it is they put in it from slipping through the bars.

Killian looked over to Mr. Smee and nodded shortly, seeing the cage in his hands. He took it with his hook and attached it to his belt. Once he secured it on his person and covered it with his jacket from prying eyes, he looked down at the shorter male, “Thank you Mr. Smee. I would like you to accompany me when we reach Pixie Hollow in obtaining the pixie dust and capturing the fairy to wield it for us.” He spoke after a moment. He intended to use the others as a distraction for any fairy overseers while Mr. Smee and himself sought out the pixie dust and captured a fairy.

“Of course, Captain.” Mr. Smee acknowledged with a nod. Not that he had much of a choice in the matter if he accompanied the captain on his latest venture. One that he assumed would be to help them in finding the Dark One dagger for his revenge for what happened to his former love, Milah, and for the ‘crocodile’ who cut off his hand.

The pirate ship sailed ever closer to Pixie Hollow. By the time the sun was fully set in the sky, the ship arrived on the sandy shores of the island and it wasn’t long until they were anchored and boarding off the Jolly Roger onto this new land. The crew pooled into a few circles while they awaited for the captain to walk off the ship to lead them into the village.

Killian looked out onto the island once he was the last on the ship, taking it all in. He turned his head down to the tan sand beach and studied his crew, counting heads, before he walked off the ship. The sand gave a little underneath his black leather boots. “Listen up, mates! Everyone except for myself and Mr. Smee will be at the tavern at nightfall. You are to act as a distraction for any potential fairy observers. Mr. Smee and I will gather the pixie dust and procure a fairy. Until then we will gather the supplies we need on the Jolly Roger from the village on this island. Let’s fall out.” With those last words, Killian took the lead to navigate them through the forest onto the North-East part of the island. He only used the outer perimeter of the tree line to get to the village before having to go deeper in to reach the village.

Once the pirate crew arrived at the island village, they all spread out to gather whichever supplies they needed on their journey and bringing it back to the ship using the way they came. The moment they finished gathering said supplies, Killian gave them the go-ahead to head to the tavern. He turned to Mr. Smee who was standing beside him, “Let us get on our merry way and scout the island, shall we?”

Instead of waiting for an answer from the shorter male, the captain walked into the green forest with his hand on his sword. Without question, Mr. Smee followed behind him, heading deeper into the woods on the island as night began to fall.

Hazel was perched on a tree, listening to any bird calls from her fellow scouts, warning of any danger from predators or people that threatened the lives of the fairies. A soft sigh left her parted lips out of boredom and she rested her head against the rough bark. She hated it when it was quiet. There seemed to be many days like this lately on the island and she dreaded every day like that where she couldn’t show that she was able to defend herself to leave the island for good. To adventure on her own.

Her head shot up when she heard voices in the distance, cheering and merriment in the village. Different from that of what she normally would hear coming from the tavern. She flew down the tree and changed into her human form just before she was at the ground. Her feet carried her hastily into the village and straight to the tavern. She walked in calmly, cautious of what she might see and leaned against the closest wall to the door. Her eyes studied the company that the tavern kept, pirates. It hadn’t been the first time pirates or thieves had set foot on Pixie Hollow for the ale this tavern served. Her tense muscles relaxed upon sensing that they didn’t pose a threat to the fairies. That they were simply celebrating something. As for what they were celebrating, she had no idea. Nor did she care as long as they weren’t a danger to her or the others.

Hazel closed her eyes and nodded her head gently before she turned to leave the tavern. She set her hand on the handle of the door when the familiar bird calls slid into her ears. Her eyes widened when she recognized the particular set of calls meant that intruders made it to Blue and to the large pixie dust tree. She quickly exited the tavern and transformed at the door, racing through the forest as fast as she could, not stopping for anything.

Her heart was pounding in her chest the entire time that she’d been flying in the air at the fastest possible speeds she could. When she arrived at the large pixie dust tree at the center of Pixie Hollow, the other scouts circled the clearing with their weapons pointed at the two intruders. One being a shorter and stout male wearing a red beanie and somewhat tattered clothing while the other wore mostly dark leather clothing, tall and handsome. The shorter of the two had a pouch in his hand that glowed from the pixie dust inside. The other had a cage attached to their belt and Blue stuck in his hand, his sharp hook pressed to her neck.

“If you want your precious fairy leader to make it out of this alive and well, you’ll allow us to take her and the pixie dust. No one has to get hurt.” Killian called out to all the fairies who had taken human form to protect their leader with their weapons pointed at him and Mr. Smee.

Hazel’s eyes widened slightly before something shook in her, an unshakable resolve and a solution to protect Blue from these pirates. She flew out from her spot behind a tree and yellow pixie dust surrounded her while she transformed into her human form. “Let her go! Take me instead you pirates.” She called out as she walked past the other fairies and into the open, standing before the two intruders. “I won’t fight you. Just take me and leave the island. I’ll do whatever it is that you wish of me. Just don’t hurt Blue.”

“Yellow…no. You can’t!” Blue pleaded, her eyes filling with worry for Hazel if the pirates were to take her.

“Why would we take you? Any fairy will do for our needs.” Killian questioned, quirking a dark brow as he set his eyes upon the female fairy that presented themselves to him. He saw no need to have this fairy that offered themselves to him over the one they already captured.

Hazel noted the concerned look in Blue’s eyes and she smiled softly to her, as if telling her that this is her time…her decision…to do this…her way off of this island…to see the realms like she always wanted…that she had this. Her gaze shot up confidently to the male holding Blue as hostage and walked closer to him, her resolve firm. “I can be your scout and your navigator. I can be more then your fairy to use the magic in the pixie dust. I can be helpful to your crew through and through. I won’t try to leave or escape. Just as long as you let her go and take me instead.”

A few silent moments passed after Hazel’s confident declared offer to him. It just happened to be that Killian was in need of a scout, someone to lead them through new lands in front of him and his crew to face head on the dangers that could be, and a navigator to assist him in leading the ship to new and old realms. To sail across the sea.

“It’s your lucky day because I am feeling generous, Miss…Yellow?” Killian let go of Blue, allowing her to return to the other fairies and taking them with her to escape. This left Hazel with the two pirates at the tree.

“Call me Hazel.” The blonde fairy interjected with her hands behind her back, watching as the others disbursed into the woods from the corner of her eye.

“Miss Hazel…that I am in need of a scout and navigator on my ship. I do have one request, however, that until we know that we can trust you, that you stay in—” Killian started before unlatching the cage from his belt and holding it out. “This cage. You can not escape it once you are in it and only I can let you out of it as per the enchantment set upon it.”

Hazel nodded her head slowly, her eyes setting upon the cage that she would call her home from now on. “As you wish—”

“Killian Jones, but you can call me Captain.”