Chapter 10

Vincent POV

I had no idea why Hook had put his trust in Peter's team. They'd been on the ship for a day or so now and no plans had been made against u which could be seen as a good sign, but I was keeping on guard. Anything slightly off would be reported to Hook immediately. Carl was thinking a lot about where Peter had taken Darcie, he was even angrier that Peter had used himself as a lie, saying he lived in Paris. Carl would pace the deck, he wanted his daughter back and we were going to get them. Hook had sent a pirate, Starkey, to look for them in Paris and find out what they were doing. I walked up to the deck and saw Carl resting his elbows on the side of the ship. I walked up to him and leant against the ship beside him.

"So, what are you going to do when Darcie is back? Are you going to stay here or-"

"My first thoughts were to take her back home with me. But now? Why go back to reality when this dreamland is so much better? Think of the potential this island has. The treasures on this island could be traded, money being brought in, this place is a goldmine." He smirked to himself.

"Yes, it is. Especially in the City where I got most of my money and-"Carl turned to look at me.

"How much money do you have Vincent?" He mumbled and I chuckled.

"A lot." I grinned and he smiled back.

"You know, Vincent…" He paced down the ship and I followed at his side. "When I get Darcie back I don't want her hanging around pirates boys like Lance and those silly children. I especially don't want her near that team, I need her to have someone mature, handsome, who will take care of her and most importantly, provide." I nodded; I knew precisely where this was going. "I think you would fulfil that role nicely."

"She'll be reluctant at first but I'm sure she'll come round to it. I'd be delighted to take care of her, keep her away from Peter as well, if he's still around." Finally my plan had come together.

"We have a deal then I suppose." Carl smiled and shook my hand. Hook then marched up on deck, smiling as well. He looked at Carl and me.

"What are you agreeing on?" Hook narrowed his eyes.

"Nothing you need to trouble yourself with James, just plans for my daughter." Carl shrugged slightly.

"Well Starkey has just given us their location, they are in a hotel in Paris, and he thinks he may have been spotted by them. Alma, you remember Josiah's sister, will stay at the hotel to watch them now." He explained. "And then we shall go and get them." Hook smirked.

"I think you should stay here." Carl said to Hook. Hook tilted his head slightly, confused. "I'll go collect Darcie, Peter will follow and I'll lead him to you. Of course Darcie will come on her own accord as when Alma is there tell her to stir up some trouble between Peter and Darcie." Hook laughed deviously.

"I admire your idea Carl. We shall follow through with it." Hook nodded and walked away to tell Alma her role. Carl followed Hook to suggest more ideas and discuss plans. I stayed on deck, taking in the fresh air. This was all too good to be true.

Darcie POV

Peter had taken me out around Paris again. We walked along the river seine hand in hand. He had been acting slightly odd recently; he was being jumpy and scared. However he looked brighter today, he was a bit happier just walking with me and talking. This day he seemed to just want to hug and kiss me, tell me how much I meant to him and telling me to never leave him. I looked into his eyes, his eyes were that of a needy child, as if their mother was about to go away forever. Finally after walking for a while we found a patch of grass to lie on. Peter placed his hands behind his head and sighed.

"Are you enjoying Paris?" He asked.

"Yes I am." I smiled.

"It's pretty great for hiding from pirates, it's not scary." He shrugged. I nodded and looked over the view of Paris.

"Peter when will we go back to Neverland?" I asked quietly and he leaned on his side, elbow propping his head up.

"A few weeks, a month…" He mumbled. I did miss Neverland a bit, and the team. Everyone there except the pirates. I wondered where my father was, how did he get to Neverland? I led on the grass next to Peter and closed my eyes. What would I do if my father wanted me to go back with him? I couldn't ever leave Peter but, he was my father. I thought about what happened when I was small, did my father even know I was in Neverland all along? He must have missed me, what if he had been searching ever since I had gone? Guilt suddenly piled on me.

"Peter, why didn't you just keep me when I was little?" I asked. "Why did you give me to an elder?"

"Because you were vulnerable. Pirates knew I had brought something, well someone, here and they were out to find out what. I had to give you away for your own safety." He sighed.

"Oh." I bit my lip. "Peter did-"He then slapped his hand over my mouth, I struggled beneath him.

"Shh! We're being watched." Peter sat up, taking his hand from my mouth, I sat up with him. He scanned the landscape around us. His gaze halted in one spot.

"Pirates." He growled. He pulled me up and held me against his side protectively. He began walking away quite quickly, dragging me along with him.

"How long have they been watching us?" I asked.

"I don't know, I had a weird feeling this morning but I ignored it, oh how could I be so stupid?!" He grumbled to himself. "They probably know where we are staying!"

"Well, don't go back to the hotel just yet…" I suggested.

"Too late, we'll be safer in there rather than out here." He sighed. "We just need somewhere to think." He rushed me into the hotel. Demetria smiled at him as he entered and he smiled back, acting like everything was ok. We ran up to the room and he marched in closing the curtains and locking the door. He collapsed on the bed, his head in his hands.

"Peter, its ok…" I whispered.

"No, it's not. How did they know we were in Paris? They must have got the team! What about if they end up like Will?" He raised his voice, he was scaring me slightly. I was now worried for the team.

"Peter, we still need to stay low, they wouldn't want to kill the team, that wouldn't bring you to them." I reassured, he kept his head in his hands, hiding his face. "We should leave Paris, we could go somewhere else, find my father-" Peter jumped to his feet.

"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN FATHER?!" He roared. I cowered away from him, his eyes had gone from a warm brown to a dangerous black. He faced away from me and crossed his arms.

"I can't stay here." I whispered, tears in my eyes.

"Good." He spat. I let a few tears roll down my cheeks and looked in the hotel room for somewhere else to sleep, I opened another door next to the bathroom and found a single bed. I collected my things from the side of the big bed, Peter faced away from me still. I quickly walked into the other room, breaking down onto the bed in tears. I slowly fell asleep, crying, Peter didn't even come in to check I was ok. I would get a different room tomorrow; I was not staying with him.