They shoved me into the dark room, which seemed uncomfortably, all too familar. After they slammed the door Mullins, though short and tubby, looked through the small barred window and whispered, "Sorry miss." before Skylights took him away. I weeped in the pile of hay, well into the night, until I fell asleep.
I had an odd dream, of a face I didn't know. He had the head of a boy, the wings of a bird, the legs of a fox, and the clothes of the Faye. The image frightened me, but seemed somehow familiar. I awoke when I heard a whimper. The dream quickly faded from my memory banks why I rubbed my eyes and listened so intentively I could have caught the echo of it.
I was about to put my head back down when I heard it again. I got up and opened the curtain, in hope that some moonlight could lead me to the sound. I turned around and saw D.B. lying half way in the shadows that the moonlight didn't dissolve. I went over to him immediatly. "Oh, D.B.!" I gasped, "Are you alright?"
I pulled him out of the shadows and into my lap. My mouth hit the floor when I saw, at least, eight more scratches leading from his forehead and down his shirt. One went right over his right eye, which was now swollen and bruised. "Are you an angel?"
"It is me, Kelly. Oh, D.B. what has happened?" I rocked him back and forth in my lap. I cried for him, because I knew he was too strong too. When he gained up enough strength he began to explain, so slow and weak that it hurt me to listen.
"You came back for me Kelly." he smiled, or what seemed like it. I wasn't very sure because his face was scarred, swollen, and bruised. "When Hook came in I hurried back into the corner, hoping he would forget about me, but he didn't. I'm sorry I left you Kelly." I tried to wipe the tears onto my shirt, but they fell onto his instead. "His hook, Kelly, he slowly started at my forhead." he breathed deeply, "and dug it deep down, dragging it all the way down to my tummy." I didn't want to hear anymore. I shh'ed him, telling him it would be okay. "He kept doing it, every time he remembered I was prisoner, when I refused to tell him where Peter lived."
"Oh D.B." I felt so guilty. I was loyal to a man who did this. I respected a man who hurt a little boy. Most importantly, I loved a man who was slowly killing a mere child. "Please forgive me." I kissed his forhead, rocking him. James was a pirate. A mean, ugly, ruthless prirate.
I wasn't going to forgive him.
Not for anything. A child, an innocent child, years younger, was slowly torchured by this man. I shivered and hoped that the tears I bathed in would wash away my sins.
He lifted his hand and pulled something out of his shirt. "Take this Kelly." he said and dropped it on his chest, for he was loosing strength at a rapid rate. I took one hand and touched it. It was nothing but a thimble sewn into a leather string he wore on his neck. "It will keep you safe when you need it most."
"Don't talk as if you are to die." I scolded him, stroking his blonde hair back.
"I am Kelly." he took a deep breath and looked into my eyes, "I am." he repeated not remembering if he had said it just two seconds earlier.
He grinned, an image I would never forget, and went limp. My tears splashed onto his face, and I wiped them away gently. I kissed his forehead, like a mother would, so lovingly, wishing him to go in peace. I was alone now. Alone, frightened, scared, angry, vicious..... but there was nothing to do but cry, and that's what I did. I secured his necklace on my neck, tucking it below my shirt, and cried with mourn and vain through out the night.
The door flung open, and the sun hurt my eyes. It was already morning. I was hurried to my feet before I could bid D.B. my final farewell. Skylights and Redjo held my arms as I peacefully agreed to walk on my own. I looked at nothing but the floor, and even that seemed to ill-wish me. We haulted as we approached the deck. I looked up to see James sitting on his red velvet chair, which was carried out of his bed chambers on special occasions. He was smoking a cigar, and was dressed in his Sunday best. The rest of the crew made an aisle between me and their Captain.
James took a long drag and blew out the smoke in one big cloud, and watched it dissappear, before speaking. "Kelly Pan." he spoke forcefully picking up the parchment Smee had me sign, not twenty-four hours ago. "Is that your name?"
I stood, silent, until Skylights nudged me in the back with a pointed object. "Aye." I replied with no feeling.
"Yet when I questioned you about Peter, you had no recollection of his being." he said, almost hurting.
"I had not."
"Then tell me, Kelly," he spoke my name through his teeth like he did Peters, "why is that you and Peter share the same name." he turned stood and walked towards the edge of the water, letting out a breath of smoke. He wasn't acting normal, he was truely a cruel captain of pirates, he had no rights breathing, he should be dead.
I narrowed my eyebrows not comprehending what he was getting at. "I don't understand." I responded innocently.
"Peter Pan! That retched boy who fed my hand to the crocodile!" Hook cried swinging violently and marched to me, a red fire growing in his eyes. He seemed a lot taller as he looked down at me. I gasped at Peters name. I had no idea his name was Pan. Surely he did not think I was related to him, that's insane!
No, he's insane.
He stared at me, for what seemed like an eternity, and finally looked at the pirates beside me and said, "Take her to the Crown Point at Forest Draco." he turned to go into his cabin and yelled "And I never want to hear the name Kelly again!" and slammed his door.
I almost smiled seeing him hurt, but I didn't. My heart was still over powering my brain. Then I felt the cold thimble bounce across my chest and thought of D.B. Good for you, I thought, you deserved to be hurt! You should die and shrivel up and never.... I couldn't finish my thought, tears began to stream from my eyes, from the events of last night.
Skylights and Redjo grabbed me, with looks of sorrow. Smee got into the dingy with Mullins and Chas while Starkey placed me into the boat.
It was the first time I had touched land in weeks. My feet felt wonderful against the sand, and it seemed like it was the last pleasure I was going to have before death. No one survives Crown Peak, you see. I have heard Turk and Black Jones talk about it. Crown Peak is a high cliff on the border of Forest Draco. Prisoners are forced off the cliff and pushed to their doom, that is unless a dragon gets to them first. Forest Draco is a breading ground for dragons and trolls. Most dragons fly near Crown Pointe, it is a common place for animals to fall from, and birds to crash into. An easy meal for a lazy creature. There was no way of surviving this.
The hike from the beach and up the cliff was silent. I had slipped more than once, but Smee politely helped me up. A fall doesn't hurt as much when you know it could be your last.
When we reached the highest pointe at Crown Peak, I turned and looked at the men. Smee took off his hat and kept his face to the ground. He had whispered "I am awefully sorry Lass." and the breeze carried it to my ear, as if it was a kiss goodbye.
Redjo hissed "Move it on Kelly." he swung his knife towards the edge of the cliff.
I glanced at Mullins and Chas, who avoided making eye contact. Redjo pointed the sword at my back and sourly retorted, "Hurry it up, girl." I was definetly not on his favorite persons list.
I stood at the edge, not daring to look down. I looked at the birds flying between the clouds and wished I could fly, like them. It was the last thought that crossed my mind before I jumped.
I had an odd dream, of a face I didn't know. He had the head of a boy, the wings of a bird, the legs of a fox, and the clothes of the Faye. The image frightened me, but seemed somehow familiar. I awoke when I heard a whimper. The dream quickly faded from my memory banks why I rubbed my eyes and listened so intentively I could have caught the echo of it.
I was about to put my head back down when I heard it again. I got up and opened the curtain, in hope that some moonlight could lead me to the sound. I turned around and saw D.B. lying half way in the shadows that the moonlight didn't dissolve. I went over to him immediatly. "Oh, D.B.!" I gasped, "Are you alright?"
I pulled him out of the shadows and into my lap. My mouth hit the floor when I saw, at least, eight more scratches leading from his forehead and down his shirt. One went right over his right eye, which was now swollen and bruised. "Are you an angel?"
"It is me, Kelly. Oh, D.B. what has happened?" I rocked him back and forth in my lap. I cried for him, because I knew he was too strong too. When he gained up enough strength he began to explain, so slow and weak that it hurt me to listen.
"You came back for me Kelly." he smiled, or what seemed like it. I wasn't very sure because his face was scarred, swollen, and bruised. "When Hook came in I hurried back into the corner, hoping he would forget about me, but he didn't. I'm sorry I left you Kelly." I tried to wipe the tears onto my shirt, but they fell onto his instead. "His hook, Kelly, he slowly started at my forhead." he breathed deeply, "and dug it deep down, dragging it all the way down to my tummy." I didn't want to hear anymore. I shh'ed him, telling him it would be okay. "He kept doing it, every time he remembered I was prisoner, when I refused to tell him where Peter lived."
"Oh D.B." I felt so guilty. I was loyal to a man who did this. I respected a man who hurt a little boy. Most importantly, I loved a man who was slowly killing a mere child. "Please forgive me." I kissed his forhead, rocking him. James was a pirate. A mean, ugly, ruthless prirate.
I wasn't going to forgive him.
Not for anything. A child, an innocent child, years younger, was slowly torchured by this man. I shivered and hoped that the tears I bathed in would wash away my sins.
He lifted his hand and pulled something out of his shirt. "Take this Kelly." he said and dropped it on his chest, for he was loosing strength at a rapid rate. I took one hand and touched it. It was nothing but a thimble sewn into a leather string he wore on his neck. "It will keep you safe when you need it most."
"Don't talk as if you are to die." I scolded him, stroking his blonde hair back.
"I am Kelly." he took a deep breath and looked into my eyes, "I am." he repeated not remembering if he had said it just two seconds earlier.
He grinned, an image I would never forget, and went limp. My tears splashed onto his face, and I wiped them away gently. I kissed his forehead, like a mother would, so lovingly, wishing him to go in peace. I was alone now. Alone, frightened, scared, angry, vicious..... but there was nothing to do but cry, and that's what I did. I secured his necklace on my neck, tucking it below my shirt, and cried with mourn and vain through out the night.
The door flung open, and the sun hurt my eyes. It was already morning. I was hurried to my feet before I could bid D.B. my final farewell. Skylights and Redjo held my arms as I peacefully agreed to walk on my own. I looked at nothing but the floor, and even that seemed to ill-wish me. We haulted as we approached the deck. I looked up to see James sitting on his red velvet chair, which was carried out of his bed chambers on special occasions. He was smoking a cigar, and was dressed in his Sunday best. The rest of the crew made an aisle between me and their Captain.
James took a long drag and blew out the smoke in one big cloud, and watched it dissappear, before speaking. "Kelly Pan." he spoke forcefully picking up the parchment Smee had me sign, not twenty-four hours ago. "Is that your name?"
I stood, silent, until Skylights nudged me in the back with a pointed object. "Aye." I replied with no feeling.
"Yet when I questioned you about Peter, you had no recollection of his being." he said, almost hurting.
"I had not."
"Then tell me, Kelly," he spoke my name through his teeth like he did Peters, "why is that you and Peter share the same name." he turned stood and walked towards the edge of the water, letting out a breath of smoke. He wasn't acting normal, he was truely a cruel captain of pirates, he had no rights breathing, he should be dead.
I narrowed my eyebrows not comprehending what he was getting at. "I don't understand." I responded innocently.
"Peter Pan! That retched boy who fed my hand to the crocodile!" Hook cried swinging violently and marched to me, a red fire growing in his eyes. He seemed a lot taller as he looked down at me. I gasped at Peters name. I had no idea his name was Pan. Surely he did not think I was related to him, that's insane!
No, he's insane.
He stared at me, for what seemed like an eternity, and finally looked at the pirates beside me and said, "Take her to the Crown Point at Forest Draco." he turned to go into his cabin and yelled "And I never want to hear the name Kelly again!" and slammed his door.
I almost smiled seeing him hurt, but I didn't. My heart was still over powering my brain. Then I felt the cold thimble bounce across my chest and thought of D.B. Good for you, I thought, you deserved to be hurt! You should die and shrivel up and never.... I couldn't finish my thought, tears began to stream from my eyes, from the events of last night.
Skylights and Redjo grabbed me, with looks of sorrow. Smee got into the dingy with Mullins and Chas while Starkey placed me into the boat.
It was the first time I had touched land in weeks. My feet felt wonderful against the sand, and it seemed like it was the last pleasure I was going to have before death. No one survives Crown Peak, you see. I have heard Turk and Black Jones talk about it. Crown Peak is a high cliff on the border of Forest Draco. Prisoners are forced off the cliff and pushed to their doom, that is unless a dragon gets to them first. Forest Draco is a breading ground for dragons and trolls. Most dragons fly near Crown Pointe, it is a common place for animals to fall from, and birds to crash into. An easy meal for a lazy creature. There was no way of surviving this.
The hike from the beach and up the cliff was silent. I had slipped more than once, but Smee politely helped me up. A fall doesn't hurt as much when you know it could be your last.
When we reached the highest pointe at Crown Peak, I turned and looked at the men. Smee took off his hat and kept his face to the ground. He had whispered "I am awefully sorry Lass." and the breeze carried it to my ear, as if it was a kiss goodbye.
Redjo hissed "Move it on Kelly." he swung his knife towards the edge of the cliff.
I glanced at Mullins and Chas, who avoided making eye contact. Redjo pointed the sword at my back and sourly retorted, "Hurry it up, girl." I was definetly not on his favorite persons list.
I stood at the edge, not daring to look down. I looked at the birds flying between the clouds and wished I could fly, like them. It was the last thought that crossed my mind before I jumped.