#zarina “the captain”

[ominous-feychild]

✦ OC In Three Tag 3 ✦

This round of characters is coming from a story I've barely mentioned before: what I affectionately refer to as "the Calamity Crew" (aka it's a placeholder title)! Zarina is the captain of the ship, Cricket (more formally known as Hugo) is the navigator and her right-hand man, and--... actually these two are the only ones I'm sharing from tCC. They're definitely not my favorite or anything... even though I love the other characters, too, haha.

On the other hand, Cassandra... well, she's got a lot more in common with them than they think! And shows up in the story they're in. 👀

ZARINA

CRICKET (HUGO)

CASSANDRA CASSIEL

These guys were super hard to pick images for because they had soooo many options, haha! But I think I'm satisfied besides wishing I could put more ocean stuff for Zari/Cass and maybe some runic/study material for Cricket.

Feel free to make guesses about their characters! I love each of these guys, but they won't show up in my writing for a long, long time... 👀😭

OC In Threes: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 Part 6 | Part 6.5 | Part 7 | Part 8

Tagging list/those who seem interested! (Ask and I will not in the upcoming ones): @creative-author @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

[jihef03]

Reunion

[not-wholly-unheroic]

Does anyone have a copy of the children’s book version of The Pirate Fairy? I have an idea for some manips I want to work on but I need some images of young James and some of the other pirates in a more traditional 2D look like in the book illustrations rather than the 3D film look so I can have a consistent feel to the other characters.

[incorrectneverland]

Tink: *groans* Whyyyy?

Hook: Congratulations Miss Bell, you've had your first hangover.

Tink: *groans annoyed*

Zarina: I warned you to slow down.

Tink: How much did I drink?

Hook: Five thimbles, I'm honestly surprised you're not dead.

[nightowldreams]

Hook’s search history

[galileo-figero]

Captain Zarina commandeering a new ship 🏴‍☠️

[kaythefloppa]

Reason #?? as to why Jake and Sofia should’ve crossed over;

The fact that they both know someone named ‘James’ and said Jameses being utterly dumbfounded hearing their name being called out.

[locitapurplepink]

[edream93]

Curious about Zarina's life (and death) on the Isle? 👀

Hey anon!

So essentially it follows what happens in Tinker Bell and the Pirate Fairy but instead of realizing that James (aka Captain Hook) is bad news and staying away forever, she tries to see the good that she once saw in him. Essentially, she repeatedly ignored the red flags, convinced herself that he would change, and unfortunately wasn't able to see herself out of a toxic relationship with him.

When she heard about the Isle of the Lost and how all the villains would be resurrected and put under there, she begged the fairy queen, Queen Clarion, to turn her human so she could be with the man she loved. Though Queen Clarion is definitely the most level-headed of the Neverland fairies, push her too far, and she can be just as petty and/or vindictive as anyone. She was mad that King Adam wasn't listening to her about how negatively "retiring magic" would impact her faries. As a bit of an "eff you," she allowed Zarina's wish, which technically uses a lot of magic, and helped her sneak onto the Isle. Not much is known about what happened to Queen Clarion and the rest of the Neverland fairies, though. She and the rest of them just...disappeared...leaving Zarina as technically the only remaining Neverland fairy.

But again, Neverland fairies get so much of their magic and strength from the island, and even though Zarina looked like a human and wasn't able to access her magic on the Isle, at her core, she's still a fairy, so as the magic in Neverland seemed to be fading with Pan asleep and Tinker Bell sealed away, along with the less than stellar health conditions on the isle, she died soon after giving birth to CJ.

And if you're wondering, Hook treated Zarina as a side check at best, an annoying nuisance that he wasn't afraid to lay a hand on at worst when they were together on the Isle. As I said before, the Hook siblings have different mothers, so we know Hook wasn't faithful at all. There were a few times when Smee would try to convince her to get over his captain, but after her love for Hook almost nearly faded, Zarina only had pride left, and she couldn't let it seem like she was giving up on this man that she had given EVERYTHING for, so when she found out she was pregnant with CJ, for a moment, she thought Hook would change, but he didn't. He still wanted nothing to do with her. So Zarina wanted nothing to do with her child. She gave birth to CJ, did her the kindness of at least putting her in somewhat cleaning clothes, avoided the child-eating witches, and left her on the deck of the Jolly Roger before she soon after died, labor and a broken heart taking the final toll on her body. Harriet was the only one who saw Zarina leave CJ behind, and even at a young age she was so adamant that this left-behind baby was her sister.

And that's all I got! Again, I never planned to go too deep into Zarina's backstory. Just give a few hints for people who watched the Tinker Bell movies.

[tiredflowercrown]

@shouldwemaybe Here you go, a minority, but still if not an even more beautiful story

Toxic Fairies

Sometimes it hurts Harriet to look at her siblings. A pain they would never understand. They were too young to remember, too young to see what she saw. She aches both out of love and fear. They never had what she did, she isn’t sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.

She had a loving father, at least for a little bit. He would braid her hair, teach her to read, teach her how to swordfight, teach her everything she would need to know to run a ship. He told her stories of the world, of the seas, of all the different cultures he saw, of all the different people he met. He loved her deeply, calling her his greatest treasure. She got loving hands and tender touches. A soft smile promising her the world.

She had a loving mother, who told her stories of a place that most people would never see. She would spin stories of magical beings and places, of a boy who would never grow up but would always forget, of sirens and mermaids, of fairies that committed acts of pure wonder, of stuff that could never happen. She would promise that she would have that one day, that she would be the one flying and committing acts of wonder, being the defiance to the word Never. She had delicately woven blankets, made with love, from someone who was too smart to be reduced to this.

She had Uncle Séamus, who would make her laugh, teach her how to brew the perfect pot of tea. He taught her to stand up for herself, to not commit the same sins he did. He taught her that you are only as strong as the people around you, and they have to care for you to be strong. Fear only leads to hate. He introduced her to her best friend, to someone she would see as a brother.

Then he was born.

And slowly father turned from loving to hateful. It was gradual, the signs were already there before. The manipulation and fights before he made it up and she came running back.

Instead of loving hands and braids, they pulled and pushed, tearing at both his hair and theirs. No more soft stories, but strict instructions telling them to be the best. They’re Hooks, they are to rule the seven seas, to take back Neverland. 

His rages grew. But she never left, no, she loved her children too much, she loved him too much. She would be the one to calm him down, the one to soothe their wounds. She would stroke their hair, spinning stories until he was in a place for her to calm him down. Her healthy body slowly dwindling, her faith in herself fading. She tried nonetheless.

Harry reminds her too much of their mother. His undying devotion mirroring hers, he just got lucky that the one he devoted himself loved him just as much. That his goddess cared not just for him but everyone around her. Her brother would always be cared for, the one thing her mother lost. No, he likened him to their father but he was his mother’s son through and through.

He had Séamus Smee, who snuck around, taught him how to run a ship the right way in quiet and hushed tones. He had the importance of a first mate pressed upon him, that a good first mate only elevates a good captain. That to support is so much harder than to lead, even more so when there’s so much on the line.

Then she was born.

And the good existed no more.

She had fits of rage and dark closets. The pain of existence forced upon her, with screams of what he supposedly lost years ago. A boy who never grew up and murdered whoever he hated, who killed him. She had a hook shoved in her face, scratching and scarring, until there was nothing left to carve. Brutal fists that hit at the sign of a mistake, that taught her she is only as good as herself.

She had a weak and feeble mother, who could barely protect them, if you could even call it protection. A mother that refused to leave, not for her children, but because she loved him. Loved the man who beat her, that tried to sell her then nearly killed her because she is his and his alone. She had a mother for a few short years before she died, her magic long gone, drained from children and the barrier barring them from the outside world.

She had Mr. Smee, who subjected himself to constant abuse, who ran around like a chicken with its head cut off. A bumbling fool, who was only good to serve her. Someone that only lets other people down.

Calista Jane was like neither of her parents, or perhaps she was like both. She was free, seemingly flying through the air and creating pictures of something new. Not quite feats of wonder, but something that danced around her fingers and created anew. She was incredibly intelligent with a love for the seas and the desire to build her own crew, not belong to someone else’s or take the breadcrumbs left by her siblings. She would be the greatest of them all one day.

And then there was Malvina.

The one she would never really know. Born too late. Born to a different mother. Separated so far from the seas that she may never feel their call. Harriet doesn’t even know if their father is aware of her existence. He was that far gone when she was born. Perhaps it’s better this way, she traded a life of violence and salt for one of thorny bushes and dripping poison.

Harriet knew she was her father’s daughter. His rage lived through her, the wounds she inflicted lingered and lasted, staining all those near her blood red. That her abuse of her first mate, her dear beloved Sammy, might lead to a mirror of their fathers relationship. When she hurt and he accepted it, never trying to leave because who would be there for her when he left. She hates herself for what she has become, but she can’t help it. Her father has infected her.

[tobiascore]

putting this out here that i am a firm hookdust hater!!! if you come here looking for hookxzarina you are not welcome! that ship makes me super uncomfortable and so if you like it please leave!!!

[dragoneyes618]

If the Hooks have the same mother, then I headcanon that it’s Zarina. Not that I’ve watched The Pirate Fairy or anything.

If the Hooks have different mothers, though, then I headcanon that Harry’s mother is still Zarina, but Harriet’s is Red Jessica and CJ’s is Helga Sinclair. Not that I’ve watched the movies they’ve appeared in either.

Harriet looks exactly like her father, which I am basing entirely off of the fact that the wiki says she has black hair, and so does Captain Hook. CJ looks exactly like her mother, which I am basing entirely off the fact that they both have blonde hair, Never mind their other facial features. Harry has his father’s (and Harriet’s) blue eyes and his mother’s hair.

So basically, Harry has a bit of a resemblance to Harriet, while CJ and Harriet do not look remotely related.

[jihef03]

First weekend request done ! Asked by @flammedoudoune , a pixie and a pirate !

[not-wholly-unheroic]

Me again! What's your favorite ship for Disney's Hook? I personally like Hook/Smee because old gay couple/friends to lovers. But I also want to know your fav ships

So, here’s the thing… I do understand why some people ship Hook and Smee, but to me, Mr. Smee’s relationship to Hook is more paternal. Disney Smee in particular is just like…that old man who is universally accepted by the neighborhood kids to be everyone’s adoptive grandpa. And truthfully, I feel like Smee is probably aro/ace and just…doesn’t really think much about romantic love or anything like that. Given the age difference, I headcanon that he has known Hook since the captain was a boy and was probably the only safe male role model in his life. Smee feels like he really dropped the ball by not doing more to get young James away from his abusive father when he was little and so makes up for it now by looking out for him and trying to always continue to see the little sparks of goodness in him despite everything.

As far as who I DO ship Hook with…I guess it depends on WHICH version of Disney we’re talking about, lol. Personally, I consider there to be three different “variants” of Disney Hook: (1) The OG “canon” Hook from the films, (2) Jake and the Neverland Pirates Hook AU, and (3) Pirate Fairy Cabin Boy James AU. The latter two have some fairly obvious canon or nearly canon ships which I am totally onboard for. I mean, Red Jessica has Jake-verse Hook blushing like a schoolboy and stumbling over his words and how can you NOT love them together?! They’re just SO CUTE!! Zarina and James are…more complicated, but just…I wanted them to be friends (or more) so badly throughout the whole film, even knowing how it would inevitably end. Seeing him actually fly in that film and be happy…I need more of that in my life. As for the original Disney Hook…okay, hear me out…I know this is a weird one but I was pretty young when I started shipping it and it just…stuck. I love the idea of all Disney characters just existing in one giant crossover universe like in House of Mouse (which I grew up on), so like…the villains all hang out together, right? And while Hook is my favorite male Disney villain, my favorite female villain is Cruella so…. It was kinda inevitable that I ended up shipping them. The two of them just seem like they’d suit each other… Both posh, well-dressed British villains whose nemeses are children and animals. They also often show up together along with Jafar in villain groupings. (And which my younger self decided meant there was some kind of love triangle going on that probably eventually soured the friendship.) They could be a villain power couple! Or…I could headcanon a redemption arc story for the both of them which might sound ridiculous but which 13 year-old me managed to do. So yeah… here I am 20+ years later still shipping it. 😅

[incorrectneverland]

Peter and Hook are fighting

Zarina: You know you were right this is very fun to watch.

Tink: I know right.

Zarina: You boys having fun!?

Peter: Yeah!

Hook: I'm a man! Not a boy!

Peter: I thought you were a codfish.

Hook: Quiet!!!

[preciouslittletoonette]

Too Much Like Him

An unfinished piece that I'm not 100% sure I'm gonna finish. This is what I was talking about when I mentioned a while back about an angsty Hook siblings piece. This is from Harriet's story for the most part. I still liked what I wrote down so here's what I had for it.

Maybe some day I'll come back to this.

The entirety of Harriet's childhood could be watered down to one singular name.

Peter Pan

That name sprung a lot of very mixed feelings if you had to ask Harriet her true opinion of her father's 'arch nemesis' as he supposedly would reason he was. Somedays, the name sparked an unbearable, seething hatred that had her throw one bottle to the wall to vent out her frustration on something.

Other days, it made her feel... small. Confused. Perhaps a little warm.

Truly, she had extremely messy feelings regarding Pan.

And she completely blamed her parents for that.

Xxx

The first time she had ever heard of Peter Pan was ironically, not from either of her parents. Rather, it was something she learnt when hearing other Islanders talk about her father.

That night when she brought up the name, her father's glass shattered in his hand from the rage he felt just having the name uttered in his presence. It wasn't the first time her father had flown off the handle with his temper, but it was the first time her mother had actually gotten him to shut up.

Speaking of her mother.

Her mother was an interesting case indeed. Harriet never learnt her story to it's completion. Her father never told her, and no one else truly knew. All Harriet knew was that her mother was an accomplice of Hook once, regretted it but still punished for it.

(In that case, why isn't Tinkerbell on the Isle then, Harriet thought bitterly)

Compared to her father, her mother's reaction to Pan was much more... softer... fonder... sadder.

She didn't like how sad her mother looked when she thought of Peter Pan.

And since that faithful question, an unspoken rule was cast on not only the Hook household, but on the families of everyone remotely connected to the Jolly Roger and Neverland itself.

No one talk about Peter Pan.

XXX

Despite the rule being in place, it didn't stop the off-handed mentions of Peter, or as Harriet will learn his other names 'Pan' 'The Brat' 'King of the Fairies' (though Mother told her this was inaccurate. The fairies had no king and Pan would be their last choice) 'The Guardian' or as her father simply calls him 'The Boy'.

Her father was the biggest culprit of all these mentions.

And in all instances, it mainly had to do with what habits Harriet had that would simply remind Hook of 'The Boy'. And it was this way Harriet learned small little tidbits and factoids about Pan and the things they shared.

How she'd twirl around the ropes. How she landed gracefully from the tips of her feet after jumping from a high place. Their pride.

All of these things reminded her father of the boy. And she could see just how much it irritated him.

XXX

Her mother was pregnant and Harriet was all sorts of excited. Her ears rose up in happiness as she bounced around her pregnant mother, who laughed at her antics.

One yell from her father though and that all stopped. That did not mean Harriet's excitement was deterred all that much, however.

She was busy with a gift for the baby when she heard her mother chuckle.

"You look so much like him"

"Like who, ma?", Harriet asked curiously, though she felt she knew the answer already.

"Him", was all her mother had to say and Harriet's answer was confirmed.

Her father reentered the room and they didn't talk about it any further.

XXX

The birth of Harrison Garrett (named after some old man named Gary that her mother knew) Hook was a tremendous affair that had her father smiling for a whole day (a brand new record in her book, her father was usually frowning)

Her mother looked exhausted as Harriet watched her with interest as her father doted on Harrison (creatively dubbed as Harry). It was fascinating to see her father, who usually sneered and cursed at children (particularly boys or masculine-leaning kids), being so affectionate and doting to a child.

(She denied the fact she felt envious)

Her mother welcomed her into her arms, giving her a warm hug as she settled onto the now bloody bed.

"Ah love, he's perfect", Hook said fondly.

"Looks like he's going to take after you just like Harriet", her mother murmured, caressing said girl's hair as she watched her husband hold their son.

Hook grinned," Better luck next time", he teased and her mother chuckled, Harriet smiling at this rare intimate scene with her family.

"Next time will be the last one", her mother warned.

(It was almost painful how true that will turn out to be)

"Of course, of course", Hook said with a roll of his eyes," Couldn't have asked for more", he said as he looked down at little Harry with affection," My boy. Our very first son".

The sentiment was meant to be sweet. But it made her mother look very, very ill and very, very guilty.

XXX

Harriet had some trouble sleeping that night. What with Harry crying at every hour of the night. She leapt out of bed in order to check on him, and perhaps see her mother as well.

What she walked into that night, would be something that would puzzle her for many years to come.

She left her room and walked out onto the deck. The deck was empty as everyone had gone to sleep. Everyone except her mother and brother of course.

Harriet had meant to announce her presence. But she had heard her mother muttering to herself and her young, curious mind did what many would do if they heard something they shouldn't. Keep listening.

"I have to tell him. I have to tell him- I have to tell him. God- I can't believe- oooh", her mother muttered angrily to herself as she paced the deck, holding Harry as she rocked him to sleep.

"If only I hadn't listened to the Queen and the Ministers. If I hadn't listened to Tink and the others, I should've told James. And none of this would've happened".

"He wasn't even supposed to be alive. They removed him from my body for Second Star's sake. It must have been the island's doing"

"I have to tell James. I have to. He deserves to know"

"I can't keep this any longer. Its too much to hide. I have to tell him-"

Harriet was so enthralled with her mother's mad muttering she hadn't noticed someone approach her from behind.

"Lass, what are you doing out of bed?"

She jumped, hearing her father's voice from right behind her. Her mother's muttering stopped as she heard Hook's voice.

"James? Harriet?"

"Is Harry asleep yet? Get back inside", Hook said roughly.

"He's asleep", her mother said sighing," James, there's something I have to confess".

"Can it wait til morning, love? I'm exhausted", Hook asked tiredly," Besides, the lass is out of bed and needs to be put back".

Her mother sighed," Of course", she said tiredly," I'm... not up for much talking either".

Hook stared at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Go to bed", he told her, no room for arguing. Her mother went inside, going straight for her and Hook's shared bedroom.

Harriet, meanwhile, was escorted to her room by her father.

He didn't tuck her in like her mother would. He stood at the door and watched. No words were exchanged between them as it happened.

"I saw you jump earlier. A great pirate must always be aware of their surroundings, Harriet", Hook said sternly.

"Yes father. Sorry father", Harriet said as she sat awkwardly in bed.

"Don't let it happen again"

"Yes, father"

And usually that would be the end of it. But Hook continued to stand in the doorway of her room, eyes staring at her but... never truly looking at her. His eyes seemed unfocused for the longest time.

"Lass?"

The way he said it made it seem like he was questioning whether it truly was her on the bed. Which was ridiculous. Who else would it be?

"Father?", Harriet asked worriedly as he stared for too long.

He shook his head to get out of his sudden daze," Nothing, nothing...", he paused,".... Do you know what yer mother was muttering about outside?".

'I have to tell him

'If only I hadn't listened'

None of this would've happened

It must have been the island's doing

Harriet shook her head," No. But it sounded important", she added.

"Ah I see", Hook said quietly. He stood there, deep in thought for a moment before he began to move to close her room door.

"Goodnight... Harriet"

Harriet blinked. Why did it sound like he was hesitating on her name?

XXX