Note: So, the only notes I took on this chapter was that I wanted Izzy flying to Neverland, and it came out really short, and not much happens. But I have a good idea of what I want to happen in the next couple of chapters, so next week the story should be a little more substantial.
Chapter 3
Izzy followed a feeling. There was no map to Neverland, but some part of him already knew where he was going, like instructions had been included somewhere in all the stories his mother told him about her own adventures as well as those of his ancestors, all the way back to the Darling children. It was a good thing too, as it was a cloudy night.
When Izzy left, half of the moon was covered, as were most of the stars. The farther he flew, the blacker it got, meaning that even the few stars that called out to him couldn't tell him where to go. After some time, he couldn't see anything, so he closed his eyes and listened for the place. He already knew what it would sound like: the call of the Neverbird, sails flapping in the wind, the chimes on the mermaids' doors.
Izzy knew what it would look like too. He would fly up toward the lagoon. The water would be at high tide, the waves inching their way up the white beach and back down again. The Jolly Roger, would still be drifting in the same lazy way without an owner, and beyond its mast, the bright green leaves of the forest would creep into his vision.
But when the light hit his eyelids and Izzy looked at last, the light was not at all what he expected. Everything was gray, even the water, and half the trees were dead. The only color that didn't look washed out came from the two living things Izzy could see.