In the 2003 version of Peter Pan, Captain Hook has Wendy over for dinner and tells her Peter is incapable of love. For the purposes of this fic, let's age up Wendy to 18.
After he told her, gently tucking her hair with his hook, that Peter was incapable of love, Wendy looked up at him and said, "Suppose I were to love someone more mature? Suppose I were to love you instead?"
Clearly taken aback, Hook asked, "Me?"
Wendy nodded eagerly. "You've been so kind, you see, and I do believe you're a truly good man, of intelligence, elegance, and high fashion."
And so she became a pirate, serving as a mother to the crew and a lover to the captain. We shall spare the finer details of Hook, at Wendy's request, taking her to bed, and say only that she was utterly his.
As mother to the crew, she tended well to her boys. She cooked for them, told them stories, mended their clothes, and sang to them. She grew so attached to them that, at one point when Captain Hook shot a man for some small infraction, she broke down weeping, mourning the loss of her "son".
Then, because they could not set sail without first killing Peter Pan (whom she had come to realize was quite a loathsome boy), Wendy fetched her old nightdress-- for, as a pirate, she'd been finely attired as befitting a captain's lover-- and arranged to meet Peter at the coast. She hugged him and told him how happy she was to see him-- and then plunged a knife into his gut. She fed his body to the crocodile in exchange for Tick Tock's promise not to come after Hook again.
From that point, they went sailing. Wendy grew into a fine lady aboard the ship, taught many accomplishments by her dear Hook. When she bore children, she came up with the idea to teach the crew responsibility by assigning a small team to take care of each "younger sibling". They plundered the homes of the idle rich and gave a portion of the loot to shopkeepers in exchange for fresh fruit and new clothes as needed.
