Emma was standing in front of the younger peculiars, protecting them, when a hooded figure dropped down in front of them.
"Go! Run! Emma, take the kids and go! Run! I'll hold them off!" The figure shouts, reaching into his cloak for something sitting at his back. A metallic scraping sounds as Jake draws his katana.
He swings it in front of him, holding the Wights and hollows off. As Emma runs, she looks back only to see bright blue eyes staring back at her.
The figure's eyes close briefly. "Go, Emma. I'll catch up to you. I'll be fine. Know that I love you." Jake says, sadly.
Emma watches a tongue wrap itself around his waist and lift him up onto something's shoulder. Jake watches as he is settled on his hollow's shoulder, firmly seated.
"Goodbye, Emma! We'll meet again sometime soon!" He shouts down to her. The hollow moves off, Jake seated on it's shoulder.
Jake stares forlornly at Emma's retreating back. 'Emma. Please forgive me. I love you and can't bear to hurt you.' He thinks, staring at the ground.
"Jake? How you doing?" Caul's voice calls up to the young man sitting on his hollow's shoulder. "Fine. Yeah, I'm fine." He calls back.
"No you're not. C'mon, what's wrong?" Caul calls again. "I wish I didn't have to do this. Emma, the girl I fell in love with. Emma… Please forgive me." He whispers.
"Jake Portman. Listen to me. This is only for a few more months. It'll be okay. Emma will be okay. She's strong, that girl. She can manage, I'm sure of it." Caul asserts.
"You're right, Caul. I won't let it worry me again, I swear." Jake promises, the warmth fading from his eyes, and being replaced by an icy coldness.
"This is who I am. Who I'm really meant to be." A cold, hard voice sounds in the dark night. Riding on the hollow's shoulder, Jacob Portman is a Wight-in-training.
Having betrayed Emma Bloom, the girl he loved, and the other peculiars, along with Miss Peregrine, he was astute, cold, dark, cruel, evil, hard and hateful.
After getting back to the Academy, Emma collapses, thinking of her beloved's sacrifice. 'Jake… He sacrificed himself to save us? How brave, how heroic, how courageous, how bold, how manly, how loving.' She thought.
"Emma? Are you okay?" Little Olive's voice broke the pyro-kinetic girl from her reverie. She shakes her head, clearing away the cobwebs.
"Yeah, Olive, I'm fine." She responds. She stands, brushing her dress down. She looks up, staring right at the other peculiars.
"Okay. Hugh, send your bees to find honey. Millard, find as much bread and water as you can. Fiona, find us some carrots and other veggies. Enoch, stay here. Olive, grab us some pigeons, grouse, duck, and chickens for meat. I'll light the fire." Emma orders.
With that, the peculiars set off to do their separate jobs. Emma smiles, summoning a small flame into her hand, setting the wood, grasses and paper alight.
A few minutes later the others are back, having collected numerous amounts of food stuffs.