The Death of Tinkerbell
I quickly crammed my findings; which was a map, into my leaf backpack. It was the only thing I could find that was capable of holding things and of being carried. Then I heard the tap on the window of the lantern. Looking out, I saw a nightingale. The moonlight was magnified so it lit the lantern like a spotlight. Using a small metal hook I had found, I opened the window-like opening the bars of my cage, and I jumped. The gale caught me and we were off. We passed by the fancily dressed pirate with a hook. He was hugging his pistol close, but was otherwise fast asleep. I looked ahead to see the door to the cabin fast approaching. The gale dived down and made his body thin to fly through the small crack at the bottom of the door. I pressed my body close to the bird's to avoid being knocked off. Then, I felt the cold, refreshing sting of air-and winter. Snow was falling adrift, and felt like ice as it whipped past my face. Then, a terrible fight of bird vs bird was all that greeted my new found freedom. A parrot with a metal eye swooped down cawing horrifyingly, and with a fast snap of its talon, it caught the wing of the poor nightingale. My heart was heavy as I pushed off of the gale and caught the mast nearby. The parrot screeched with glee and chased its falling prey as it spiralled downward. Crew men of the pirate ship awoke and started hollering. 'Its escaped! Find it!' 'It can't have gone far! We clipped its wings!' A sharp pain ran through my spine as I remembered the spiteful humans tear my fragile wings out. I awoke from my painful memories, and clambered up the mast, hopefully to find another way out. That was a bad mistake. A massive hand reached down and snatched me up from the wood in which I clung. I struggled in futile as I was brought back down before the man with the hook.
"Well, well. A little fly thinks she can get away from me. What should I do with her? What do you say lads? She has outlived her usefulness." He smiled.
"Feed her to croc with the tock!" The first mate yelled.
"Crush her under your foot!" Another cried.
"Tell her you don't believe in her kind!" Yet a third yelled.
"Wait!" called another. "To let her feel utter despair, throw her off of the highest cliff. As she plummets to her doom, she shall be reminded of her flightless body."
"Oh, I like that idea!" Captain Hook exclaimed. "Lets go, me hearties!" He motioned. A few hours later, we reached 'Hang Man's Drop'. The highest point in all of Neverland. I had been tossed back into the lantern for the time being. They hauled me all the way to the top of the point. This was really it. Peter Pan was busy saving Wendy. The lost boys have no idea where we are, and even so it was to late. Hook took me, lantern and all, and dangled me over the edge
"One less pest in my way." He smirked. Finally, he let go of the lantern, and I became lost within the mist, awaiting, and welcoming, the bottom of Hang Man's Drop.