Neverland

A/N Special thank you to all those who have reviewed me. You guys are great. You keep inspiring me to write more. I still don't really have an essential plot, but hopefully soon I will be cured of that. Enjoy this new chapter.

Quote of the Day

"Just believe."

-J.M. Barrie

Finding Neverland

Ch. 5

James' Neverland

In life, which is encountered and unavoidable in humans, you never really realize how important and meaningful something is, until its gone.

How could something so innocent and so meaningless to many, could make you feel as if there was no other home then this mysterious land.

Neverland

This land full of lush, foreign, trees, opulent in fruit and majestic in appearance.

A land full of fertile soil that wasn't mucky and sticky and caused your shoes to sink through.

A land where there was a potent perfume, that when reaching the senses, could not be described by any other definition than, sensual. This scent was cluttered and crammed with all those delectable scents that could be encountered on close examination with the unknown. This scent was one that wasn't expected, let alone known, but none the less appreciated. Invited. Welcomed.

There were vast crystal lakes and coves full of secret treasures hidden beneath the surface of a pirate's faithful cache: the water. The water was so clear, that God would say it was truly miraculous . Unlike the sewage water found commonly in London after it rained, which was quite often, this water was regal enough to satisfy a king, but penniless to satisfy the poorest pauper. A mere drop of it would sustain you for the rest of your life, and the only other times it would be drunk, would be for sheer pleasure. Lining the shore was the finest sand that it was suspected that God grained and placed the sand along the beach himself. It was welcoming and as comfortable as a quilt of satin as it cascades over your skin. Seashells of princely influence adorned the already perfect sand, and if you picked one up, you could swear that you heard the faintest ballad of a mythical femme fatale, or in other words, a seductive enchantress.

The there was the change in the day. As in the human world, time passes normally, but sunrises and sunsets are more beautifully, more picturesque, then those in reality. Their colors hold no limits, and like a mood ring, changes. Not only into those original sunset colors, like the regal crimson, the lush pink, and the generous orange, but also there seems to be some that are called the 'in-betweens', who hold all these colors into a superfluous, but enlightening enchantment. There is no name for them, but even if you could come up with one, that name wouldn't even come close to justifying its beauty.

Like all places, with the exception of some of the planets that revolve around the sun, there are various inhabitants. Mystical creatures such as deceiving, temperamental fairies and sonnet-filled sirens all the shades of the rainbow, glittering like precious jewels of the sun. Animals varying from your typical, but no less known, raging lion and beastly crocodile to your fluffiest bunny rabbit and meek chipmunk., to those of the unusual, with various trunks, horns, and all the mixed body parts that would linger on the drawings of a two-year-old.

They flock around their home, careless and leisurely, for time is just a toy with them.

Then there are the different colonies, or provenances in Neverland. The first occupants, who were here since Neverland was created, are the Redskins. They occupy the top right of Neverland's imaginary map They spend day after day chasing the lost boys away from their grounds and their nights celebrating. With their faces painted in war-like paint and their skin only half covered, seemed as if they were like an obligated militia; ready at any moment for that first instinct of foul play. But this routine is only on special occasions. The majority of their time and effort is spent on their enemies, which just happens to be the second suit.

Pirates. Buccaneers. The dregs of the sea. Water-rats.

Any name that you could think of that would describe a vile, dissolute human being, including those that would not be appropriate in the presence of a lady, would be the perfect synonym of that word that had and has people still gasping in horror. Pirates.

These creatures occupy the lower left side of Neverland, where their port, town, and ship are docked. They usually spend their days, ransacking, pillaging, pilfering, and in easier terms, stealing anything they can get their grimy hands on, and whistle a tune as they proceed with their greedy work. Their nights are usually spent in the taverns in the town, enjoying the vast amounts of alcohol, participating in contests which usually ended when someone passed out from exceeding intoxication. Pleasurable company never lacked, and the women seemed only to eager to tumble around for a spell, and then walk, their payments jingling merrily, searching for their own pursuits. Yes, it was the life to be a pirate.

However, they did have more challenging and demanding actions on their agenda.

Now it was said, that there are a numerous, no, infinite amount of books on the subject of pirates. I imagine that when you go to a library and you look on the subject, you find that the intention of finding the perfect reference was harder than you originally thought. But, it is also said, that not many pirates became, captains.

A captain, is a fine title, and to a pirate, it is like a lifeline. This title is like being crowned a king to a pirate. Captains, from the obvious duties, like commanding a ship and being a born leader, ensure that, whatever they want, whatever they need, is taken care of; is done. That is the power of pirate. They go to any means necessary to get what they want. And it said that in a book, somewhere, I couldn't really tell you where, there is a list of the most infamous pirate captains in history.

From Black Beard, to Read Beard, to Long John Silver, to Captain Jack Sparrow, you name it.

But, the one captain whose the most demanding, the most unsatiable, and the most determined to get what he wanted and expected, was none other than Captain Jas Hook, or Captain James Nathaniel Hook as his signature. He was as fierce as the hook that graced the presence of where is left hand had once been, and twice as cunning. His means were met by the ultimate loyalty of his crew and he knew that they would never argue over any of his decisions, and if they did, well, let's just say, he had a few games up his sleeves for impertinence.

And he found that they shared the same lust that he did, which had cost him to suffer from a paranoia, in a sense. He just couldn't control himself when it came to finding those lost boys. And even worse, trying to seek revenge from that rooster-crowing, cocky-faced, always laughing that chimed laugh, Peter Pan.

Peter and the lost boys.

Their talents and adventures are renowned everywhere, although, except for the cocky boy Peter, they humbly accepted it. Their days are lived to the fullest with a routine. Whether it be a new game, a fearful adventure, a cooling swim in the vast depths of the lagoon, or just a simple thing as sleeping the day away. It mattered not to them, for they were children, and time passed just like a simple breeze caressing their faces like the mother they never had.

They chased no one. They just fooled. They just had fun. But they always seemed to get in the stickiest of situations, but they were fearless. Why. Because they had nothing to fear but fear itself. And in this instance, that fear, which was impossible in Neverland, was growing up.

The Redskins and the Pirates fear adversaries, but that's expected. They are adults. But children...they are fearless. I guess that's why they envied them so. Because they didn't believe in that sometimes trifle, but always persistent, reality that showed that something could happen to them. Possibly that day. Possibly not. Possible not at all. But whenever it happened, the boys would all shake a sigh and shrug a shoulder, and just forget it. Simply forget it.

You know how hard that is? To go through a turmoil in life and simply discard it forever? No wonder they envy them. I do to.

The last occupant that is the most important element to this Neverland, is the ticking crocodile

Ticking crocodile? Yes I actually did say, ticking crocodile. How can that be you ask? Well, I'll tell you.

One day, Peter Pan and Captain James Hook was fighting, as usual (as usual as it was in Neverland anyway) when a lonely crocodile stumbled upon their fervent presence and stared hungrily at them, I guess deciding which fighter to eat first. Anyway, Peter was winning it seemed, and as soon as Hook let his guard down, Peter took this opportunity to teach hook a lesson, and cut off his hand. Hook, writhing in agony, watched dumb-foundedly as the petulant boy threw his beloved hand to the eager crocodile.

Peter then called him a 'codfish' which further enticed the crocodile's lust, and from then on the crocodile chased after Hook and his fellow buccaneers ever since.

Now the last little ticking detail. Hook, tired of the crocodile's relentless attempts, threw a clock down at the beast, and the ignorant thing ate it. But this did not stop him. So now, when the crocodile is nearby, Hook I given a sixty second warning you could say. That's why Hook is still alive, the croc hasn't caught him, since he inadvertently warns him each time. Time is chasing after Hook, and he's only staying ahead because time doesn't exist in this place. And it seems, neither does common sense.

Last, but certainly not at all least, the most enchanting and eye boggling feature in Neverland is ...flowers.

Simply flowers.

Their colors...of the purest form.

Their texture...of the smoothest silk.

Their scent....of the most scandalous and yet necessary fragrance.

Scattered throughout the land.

Lilies, as fresh and as pure as snow first fall.

Lavenders, as purple as a king's cloak.

Hyacinths, their bell shaped leaves, seem to ring with a familiar, yet personified melody.

Daises, their simple nature masked by a feeling childish giddiness.

And roses, the flower of love, the color of the most darkest of wines, blooming like a fine year.

But these seemed liked thorns in a tangle of weeds compared to the most beautiful, succulent, glorious flower that had recently bloomed into Neverland's presence.

There she was, sitting in the perfect sand, her bare feet tucked underneath her. A god-like sunset sinking for sleep behind her. The crystal water mirroring her angelic complexion.

And a rose, the most forbidden and striking flower of all...

In the palm of her seraphic hand.

A/N Did you like it? I just need to describe Neverland in a more detailed manner, since James is going to be visiting it quite often enough. I hope you enjoyed the honorable mention of Captain Jack Sparrow. I just couldn't help meself. Read and Review savvy. Tell me what you think.

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