Thanks Roxy, thanks Faith Trust and Pixie dust. I'm glad you are enjoying this, here's more to knaw on.
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Amie's head snapped up hearing the scream and broken sound of china. Her eyes fell upon herself as she looked in the mirror hung on the wall. Since she had been tagged as Brent's responsibility, he was whipped, from the time she was taken on shore, and then every time she looked at Hook, since she was now deemed unworthy to look upon him, Brent would receive extra work, usually exhausting him before night fell. Pale eyes stared back at her, and she would swear, she was thinner than she was before. Hallow dark grooves were under her eyes, from the lack of sleep as of late. Her dreams of being out in the sun were gone, all taken away, but that child! The one who still taunted Hook!
How she loathed him now. If she could remember the way to that tree, she would tell Hook exactly where to find him. She tried to tell him, in the mist of her fury, only for poor Brent to receive more lashings. Guilt over tool Amie and she tool to staying in the room, away from the eyes of Hook and the other pirates. Samantha would visit Amie but was never able to stay long. The girls were scared that they would get in trouble of caught talking to Amie and didn't want to get punished, Amie didn't blame them.
The door opened and Brent walked in, shoulders slumped as he fell into bed. Amie went over and touched his fore head surprised to find it burning with fever. Normally he'd be in a sweat from all the work he was put through, but a fever! Amie grabbed a wash cloths and dipped it in the water of a basin she had, wiping off Brent's forehead and patting his face. The fever only seemed to get worse and Amie decided she needed to get the ship doctor for Brent, which meant, going out, and being observed possibly by Hook. Steeling herself she slipped out and hurried across the ship towards the are where the doctor was. Unfortunately he had to be kept in a room next to the Captains.
There she was! The girl Peter had not seen for five years! He wasn't sure exactly how long it was, but he felt a small surge of relief knowing she was still alive. Watching her run towards the Captain quarters, Peter settled himself more securely in the shadows of the sails, not wanting to be seen.
"Some one please open up!" Amie banged on the door! When it opened she realized she knocked on the wrong door and wished the ship would just swallow her whole. There stood Captain Hook, dressed in a robe, and looking very displeased. Standing there in shock, Amie shook her head, closing her open mouth and reached towards Hook.
"Captain, please, Brent is sick, I am seeking out the doctor."
"You insolent girl!" Hook snarled as he stepped out of Amie's reach. "You do not have the class to look upon me, least yet touch me."
"I'm sorry, I am most sorely worried for Brent." Amie begged near tears. "He has a fever…"
"No doubt taking care for you and all the extra work he has done." Hook gained an incredibly scary grin. "In fact he will be punished for your coming and awakening me tonight. Smee!!!" Hook stepped past, nearly pushing Amie to the floor while he called out. The tired man, climbed out of his room, in his night shirt and gave a very displeased look at seeing Amie.
"Yes Captain!" Smee saluted.
"Fetch Brent, This girl, will observe his punishment and if that doesn't work, we'll whip her next!" Captain Hook screeched. All these words fell onto Peters ears, which almost glowed out of fury for how Amie was being treated. Maybe he shouldn't have sent her away. Aside from age, she acted like a child when she was with them. He see's now that he condemned her to hell.
Smee returned a few minutes later with two crew members having Brent in tow. He was so weakened, he couldn't walk and was dragged out onto the deck, then left laying there. A box was given to Smee who opened it and pulled out a specially made whip. Taking the Hook off of the Captain, Smee secured the whip in place of the hook, while the Captain gave a few test slashes in the air, each making a horrible smack in the air.
"Amie what have you done now?" Brent whispered under his breath.
"I'm sorry," Amie fell to her knee's next to him. "I was only looking for help for you. Maybe I should have walked the plank that day, you don't deserve this." The whip made contact with Brent's back, staggering Amie away from him. When the second contact was made the agony on Brent's face spurred Amie forward.
"No more," She begged. "Please, release him of his promise to be my responsibility, let me be responsible for myself."
"Then you will be whipped and thrown into the sea!" The Captain turned his whip onto the frightened huddle and drew it back. Peter couldn't stand this and dived in. Pulling out the dagger he carried, Pan grabbed the whip behind, Hook and swiftly cut it off, before it made contact with Amie. Gasp were heard all around and the Captain turned with an angry yell.
"Give that back boy," Hook screamed, his face turning red.
"Only if you agree to play nice Captain," Peter said and casually threw the whip into the sea. "Whoops, maybe not." Going in for another dive, Peter swiped the feather from Hooks hat and threw it to distract Hook. As the Captain scrambled for it, Peter picked up Amie much to her protest.
"No Peter, you've got me in enough trouble," Amie squirmed. "I have to take care of Brent, he has done so much for me." Getting out of Peter's arms, Amie ran to Brent while Peter had to fight off some pirates coming after him. Reaching for his dagger he flew around them, making many run into each other, a few fall over the side of the ship. She took a glance at the action, before Amie touched Brent's face, it was cooling down.
"Amie," Brent said in a raspy breath.
"You are going to be fine Brent, see you're cooling down." Amie told him.
"No," Brent whispered. "My time in Never land is done. Take care, I will see you again."
"No, Brent, Brent!" Amie patted his cheeks then shook him when that got no response. "You can't leave me!" Tears streamed down her cheeks understanding why he had started to cool off. "BRENT!"
"Peter turned in mid-air, hearing Amie's shouts. Pulling the closes pirate's hat over his head and pushing him back, Peter flew over to where Amie was crouched sobbing over Brent. Understanding came to Peter and he knew, as much as Amie didn't want to, he had to get her out, if she were to live. With a swoop he picked her up, even as she screamed and beat at his chest, and took off towards the island. He had to stop at the shore, Amie was wriggling so much, Peter was scared he would drop her. Once she was on the sand, Amie ran to the ocean and started wadding out back towards the ship. Getting as deep as she could, Amie stopped because she couldn't swim and stared with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Why?" Amie turned and slowly made her way back to the shore, beating at the water as she did. "Why did you have to pick me to destroy my life, and destroy the life of any one who ever cared for me?"
"I'm sorry," Peter said, looking down, feeling truly bad for once. "I didn't know things would be so bad for you and I wanted to make it up to you."
"By playing some games with me then throwing me back again?" Amie crossed her arms, and tried to stop crying. She was furiously wiping tears off, and taking deep breaths.
"No, I want to take you out of Never Land for good," Peter said.
"What?" Amie couldn't comprehend what Peter was talking about.
"A friend of mine, she will help you and I just want to take you to see her," Peter begged. "If she can't help you then I'll leave you where ever you want and never bother you again."
Amie looked at the ocean and sighed. "I want you to drop me in the middle of the ocean, where it is deep." And she turned back to Peter. "That way I know I will never see you again." This was shocking to Peter but he swallowed and nodded his head.
"I understand," Peter said. "It's a long flight, so I'll need you to hold still." Amie nodded not really listening. She felt numb. She lost the only person in the world who cared about her and wasn't interested in anything Peter had to offer. In flight, she stared as they went past the ship, and Amie watched, saddened yet fascinated at how Never Land became smaller and smaller from once it was.
Soon the city of London was in view, but Amie didn't care. Her heart was shattered scattered among the stars and no feeling was left in her body. Not even the feeling of numbness. Soon they came to a window, where Peter peeked in seeing a light on. Pushing the unlocked window aside, he crawled in and put Amie down, who only sat on the floor, not taking in any of the surroundings.
"Wendy," Peter called. "Wendy, I have some one I need your help with."
"Another lost boy Peter?" The woman turned and looked, surprised at finding Amie on the floor. Wendy was now in her late twenties, married with two children of her own.
"No, this is Amie," Peter said and related the story of her born on the pirate ship and how he messed up. "They'll kill her if I take her back, there's nothing left for her in Never Land."
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Sorry to leave it at this point, but my muse just ran away. More will come.
