Chapter X

Evelyn's green eyes snapped open to the ceiling of her cabin. She suddenly thought she'd had to take extra precautions to ensure her child lived. Her and James's child. Evelyn opened the porthole near the middle of her bed and almost instantly a cool breeze simmered through. She smiled to herself and drew her shirt up a little, exposing her stomach. Delicately, the soft breeze danced across her skin, causing all sorts of sensations to enter her mind.

But she didn't notice James standing over her until she opened her eyes.

"I was um… getting a tan…" Evelyn smiled, quickly pulling her shirt down.

"Oh but my dear, this is the east side. Someone forgot to inform you that the sun set in the west".

"I knew that!" Snarled Evelyn, sitting up. "Sorry… I didn't mean to yell".

James sat beside her, withdrawing his hat and placing it upon his bent knee. "Nightmares?" The question alone forced an unwanted silence between the two, before Evelyn finally spoke.

"I don't think Wendy is dead". She declared.

"What does that have to do with the question I asked you?" Growled James, his eyes narrowing. Sure she had lost her cousin, her only family, but there was no need to make a big deal about it.

"I… I don't know… it didn't seem like Wendy when I spoke to her before she died. She seemed… different. She just… felt different".

"Felt different?" Repeated James. Why did women have to speak in riddles?

"I've known her since I was born, James. We have a connection, no not a romantic connection. A spiritual connection. I know what her presence feels like…" She paused when she noticed James's expression return to normal. "…and the woman I was talking to wasn't Wendy".

James blinked. Twice.

"I think something's happened to her… we need to find Peter. He would know where she is".

"No". Barked James, darkly.

"We must! I would do the same for you if something happened to Jack!" Evelyn pleaded, gripping his hands in hers.

"Would I care if something happened to him?" Retorted James, with an eyebrow raised. "Evelyn, going back to Neverland may not be such a good idea…"

"Codfish". She snorted, eyes flashing downward, knowing it would get him going.

"The answer still remains No, even if you call me by that horrid name". James rose, removing Evelyn from his grasp. His eyes averted to the attention of a passing dolphin that was riding alongside the ship, and that could be seen from the porthole.

"What if I told you I was pregnant?" Evelyn suddenly announced.

Silence.

"Well?" She demanded.

"Are you?" Said James, turning back to face her.

"I… might be".

"Look. Why is finding that horrid little girl so important to you?" Asked James, redness appearing on his cheeks in flushed anger. 

"She's my cousin!" Protested Evelyn, her eyes dancing sharply into James's icy blue. "Even though she may be the best friend of a boy we both despise, she's my only blood relative left".

"Oh for… fine! We'll go back to Neverland. You do the talking". James exited Evelyn's cabin with a sharp slam of the door.

With a groan, Evelyn fell back onto her bed. She loved him, but he got on her nerves a lot. How their married life was going to be like she never knew.

"She wants to go back to Neverland". Snorted James, taking a swig of ale handed to him by his brother.

"And?" Asked Jack, knowing there was more. His dreadlocks swayed softly in the breeze.

"To face Pan again…" James growled and turned away, resting his wrists on the barrister, glaring at the ocean before him. "How far are we from the Caribbean?"

"A good five days sail. Two if we use pixie dust". Smirked Jack. "I stole some from that pixie".

James thought a moment. He felt the cool ocean breeze caressing his cheeks, the salt from the spraying sea stinging his eyes. He turned back to face Jack.

"Set course for Neverland".

"You're kidding me".

"Do as I say".

"But… my ship…!" Jack protested, gesturing furiously in the direction of his beloved Black Pearl sitting on the horizon.

"You'll see it another day". James replied rather calmly.

Jack felt his eyes twitch with hidden anger. He glared over at the main deck below him, and bellowed at the top of his lungs.

"Set course for Neverland! By order of Captain Hook!"

"What…?" Murmured a Pirate.

"That woman has driven him mad!" Declared another, a little too loud for Hook's likings, as a bullet had finalised the Pirate's last words.

"Any other complaints?" Asked James, glaring at his crew below.

Silence.

"Then do as I command or there will be random killings next!" James stormed into his cabin and slammed the door as the crew hurried around the ship, setting sail for Neverland.

Silence beckoned throughout the underground hide-out, which Peter Pan had returned to following his battle with Hook. Wendy had tried to heal his hand, but the best she could do was offer proper medical treatment in a London hospital. Peter had no choice but to go with her, as the pain was too much. Under anaesthetic his wound was burnt and bandaged, but the fact that he no longer had a hand was too much to bear. He hated it. He had snarled at Wendy so many times, the pain causing his anger to rise. Not only that but his hatred for Hook. Peter lay on his bed underneath a tree root, glaring up into the tiny hole above him. His stump rested on his chest, a jug and glass of water nearby. Wendy and the Lost Boys had gone to get food. But as Peter's anger worsened, there was only one thing that he could do in order to subside it.

Kill James Hook.