I floated above the Jolly Roger to find everyone fighting with swords and knives. No guns, which made me happy. I went to James who was at the wheel, looking through the crowd. He saw me and gasped. "Lucy!" he exclaimed.
"I'm okay," I said with a smile. "Ella's okay. Now to stop this battle."
Peter flew up to where we were and brandished his sword in James's direction. James reacted by whipping his out. Before I could break them up, I felt something stroke my back. I swiftly turned to find Uncle Rick holding his sword. "How about we go into the woods where no one will hear?"
My face burned in rage. I took his sword from him and threatened him with it. "You bastard! I'll kill you before you lay another hand on me."
He smirked. "You wouldn't. You're too soft."
I heard Smee scream. To get him to lay off, I kicked Uncle Rick in the nuts and he fell to the floor. I saw Smee about to jump off the ship with a full treasure chest under his arm. I poked him with my sword and he turned. "M-M-Miss Byrd—"
"You're in this crew. You'll fight." I gave him my sword and exchanged for the treasure. I then threw it into the hallway that led to our room and closed the door. Uncle Rick was still writing in pain. I found some rope on the floor and tied his hands and legs together. When he resisted, I kicked him again. That really hurt him. When I was done, one of the twins approached me with a club. I said, "Hey, kid," I whipped out my phone and opened the talking app. It said for me, sound familiar?
His eyes widened and he said, "W-we're sorry, b-but we can't retreat without Peter's permission."
I knelt to his size. "Yes, you can. All of you can leave if you want to. Do you want to?"
He solemnly nodded.
"Go. Get your brother and whoever you can and go." I kissed his forehead. "Don't take any more crap from Peter."
He scurried into the fighting crowd. I felt something sting me. Peter's knife hit my arm and left a cut a little above my elbow. It only stung but it bled. James saw and then looked at Peter. I watched his eyes turn red as he growled like an aggressive feral animal, "An eye for an eye, Pan, an eye for an eye!" He held him against the edge of the ship and brought his hook to claw his neck. Before anything happened between them and me, I fell to the floor. Uncle Rick had escaped. I screamed and James released Peter. I heard splashes in the water and Peter looked. He called, "Where are you guys going?"
James pried Uncle Rick off me. They fought physically because James dropped his sword. I grabbed it and threatened Peter with it. "Beat it, Peter. They're not taking your shit anymore. You're a tyrant. Escape while you can."
"Never," he hissed.
He tried to push me but I was stronger. "I'm sparing your life right now, Peter Pan. Flee."
"Lucy!" I heard. Ella was flying towards us. The crew, whom I didn't pay attention to as the Lost Boys fled, loaded their guns. "Don't hurt her!" I hollered, stepping away from Peter.
Peter took the opportunity to grab James and continue their fight. Just when Ella's feet touched the deck we were on, Uncle Rick grabbed both of us. "We're going home where it's safe," he hissed.
Ella screamed as he lifted us into the air and I wailed as he brought us out of Neverland against our will, "James!"
On the way to London, I screamed and tried to get out of his grip but I didn't until he dropped a scared silent Ella and me on his bedroom floor. Ella had the strength to get up and Uncle Rick hissed, "You go away and tell no one a thing about this."
She obeyed. I managed to get up and Uncle Rick said after locking the door, "And you, Lucinda Pennington, it's time for my payment."
I wasn't going to let him touch me every again. That required leaving, though. I didn't know the way back to Neverland, where I belonged, but I could fly somewhere on Earth. I saw a gun on his nightstand and before he touched me, I grabbed it. I had a clue how to shoot a gun and wasn't afraid to now. "Two things are going to happen, Richard Pennington," I hissed. "You will give me your bank account number and let me take everything."
He laughed. "You wouldn't do anything to me."
"As long as you do what I say," I said. Still holding the gun, I found a notepad and pen. I propped the notepad on my knee and barked, "C'mon. Number. Now."
He gulped and gave me the number. I put the paper in my pocket and said, "Okay. Number two." I held the gun to his head. "You will tell everyone I committed suicide by drowning in some lake. And if you touch Ella," I pressed the gun against his dick. "I'll even cook it for you."
I scribbled a suicide note and put it in his hand. I took the gun in a satchel and flew out the window to start a new life.
