AN – Hello! By the way long chapter again. I have to tell you I was crying
when I wrote some of this because it deals in the aftermath of two
characters who I really did like. There is a small amount of graphic detail
so if that doesn't appeal, move on. I have to say I'm not Native American
so I don't really know what the ways are in the circumstances of burial. I
only just guessed, not that it goes deep into it in the story. I have to
make a point which I hope you'll all agree with me. People are vulnerable
when they are sad and that their intentions are often different to what
they think they should or would be. This applies mainly for the next
chapter mind you.
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Disclaimer – I own nothing apart from Sarah and other minor characters and places. Everything else is by J.M Barrie.
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Chapter Twenty One – The departure
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Another retch came from Sarah's stomach as her tears slide down her cheeks. Her sobs still echoed, but her breath was controlling them a little better. She bent over and threw up again for the second time, more tears cascading down her cheeks.
It was horrible, shocking, but most of all sickening. Sarah had just been able to make it outside until she collapsed onto the floor into the mud, bawling hysterically. Her legs couldn't stand it and her head felt light. The scratch marks were the second thing she had noticed by Jack, he'd tried to run. And Curly, Curly's head was obviously smashed at the back because, his beautiful curls were dripping with blood; a pool of the liquid was staining the ground where he lay. His face blue and black. Jack had multiple stab wounds, his whole shirt covered in deep red, his fingers frozen in a clawing stance. The first thing she had noticed was the lack of noise and light in the cave which John and Lily had told her to go to. Was this some kind of sick joke? To send her directly to see this!? No, it couldn't be, they'd never do anything like that? So where were the lost tribe? And where was Peter more importantly? He was the one who she blamed first, he had to have done this! Sarah lifted her face, her red eyes blurry. She was thinking about the last time she'd seen Curly and Jack, remembering the fun and smiles they all shared before they left....before this. Sarah let another sob escape her lips but her throat became tight again and her tears swelled up in her eyes. She didn't care if people heard her or she scared the near by wildlife, but Sarah let her cries of pain and sorrow ring into the Neverland sky.
Bidziil approached her and looked warily at her.
"I should go up to the camp, tell my people, give them a proper burial and let their spirits rest."
Sarah looked up and sniffed a tear rolling down her nostril. She was speechless, silent.
"Sarah?" Bidziil asked tentatively. "Are you ok?"
The words were stupid. Of course she wasn't ok; she had just seen her friends lying dead in the most horrific ways. She would have shouted at him, voiced her opinions and anger to him but Bidziil was only being consoling. He took a step closer to Sarah, took her hands and lifted her off the ground. Sarah did stand up but her gaze was completely at the floor.
"You don't want to get your clothes dirty."
Sarah looked to him and noticed the mud stain on her backside but she didn't reply to it.
"I have covered one of you friends with the fur you had. I know what it's like to see someone you love in that state. I don't have anything to cover your other friend though."
Sarah finally looked to Bidziil's dark eyes and concerning frown. She slipped off her silk dressing gown, revealing a light night dress underneath. Bidziil looked at the gown and Sarah held it to him. He gave her the smallest smile with his lips closed and walked back into the cave with it.
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"I'm telling you I heard a cry!"
"Okay, but slow down Jake, please!" Nibs called running after the lighter boy, sliding around in the mud.
Jake wasn't the only one to hear the distant cry, Autumn did too and it was she who told Jake to go and tell Slightly. Slightly had asked Nibs to check it out and to be on guard, in case it was a trap of some kind now that Peter knew the near co-ordinates of where the tribe were originally. Jake had insisted he go to and it wasn't until Slightly had a quick word with Nibs about Jakes anxious disposition, that Slightly let him go with their silent warrior.
"What kind of cry was it?" Nibs asked catching up to Jake.
"I don't know but it sounded like it came from this way."
"Are you sure? It could have been from anywhere."
"No, but you've got to believe me Nibs, I sensed it came from over there." Jake pointed in a direction.
"The other cave?" Nibs asked with a frown. "Slightly warned you this could be a trap right? I really think you should slow down."
"It sounded like a female cry."
"Maybe it was an animal?"
"Or maybe it was Winter?" Jake stopped when he said her name and looked at Nibs wanting to know if he agreed. Nibs looked at him carefully without blinking and Jake knew that Nibs was possibly thinking the same.
"No loud noises and be light on your feet and follow my lead." Nibs whispered.
They travelled through the trees for a couple of minutes, watchful of their feet breaking any twigs.
Nibs frowned as they drew closer to the open space and cocked his ear closer to the sound. It was like someone was crying. Jake frowned when he heard the sound as well and looked further into the bushes to distinguish who was crying. Jake opened his mouth in shock and turned to Nibs. Nibs was already a step in front of him and walked out into the open area, his eyes wide.
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Sarah was startled at first by the distant figure with broad shoulders. Was it Peter? On furthers glances, the figure was accompanied by a smaller one who was catching up. When Sarah realised who it was her bottom lip began to tremble and her tears built up in her eyes.
"N-Nibs?" She called.
"Sarah?" Nibs called back and ran towards her.
Sarah had started to run, her tears blurring her vision.
"What, what is it?" Nibs asked now anxious.
"Oh God, Nibs." Was all Sarah could mutter before she threw her arms around Nibs and hugged him. Nibs returned the hold and held Sarah tight, his gaze wondering to the Indian figure he recognised as Lily's younger brother who looked sad.
Jake ran into view and noticed the young man too.
Nibs turned his head towards Jake who then turned to Sarah embracing Nibs. Sarah looked up and saw Jake then released Nibs' hold. She walked over to Jake who looked confused at her crying.
"Sarah?" He asked quietly.
Sarah sniffed again, more tears sliding down her cheeks as she embraced Jake warmly.
Nibs looked blank. He turned to Bidziil knowing something wasn't right.
Bidziil nodded in acknowledgment to Nibs as Nibs made his way over to him.
"I'm so sorry Jake." Was all Sarah managed to say in between her sobs.
Jake just held her, confused.
"I am sorry my friend." Bidziil spoke softly.
Nibs was starting to catch on what was possibly going on.
"Two of your tribe..." Bidziil mentioned, gesturing to the cave.
Nibs swallowed and his eyes opened in worry. He dashed into the cave's entrance and halted as he came closer to the scene. He followed the scratch marks, then saw the figure clad in what was obviously Sarah's dressing gown. His eyes wandered to the other side of the cave, not too far from Sarah's dressing gown to the figure covered with a fur. Nibs swallowed and sighed sadly. He quickly made his way to the fur covered figure that was taller than the other. He moved his hand to pull back the fur but he hesitated. He then blew his breath out and carefully pulled back the fur. He made a closed noise in his throat and turned his head away, taking a few quick breaths, his throat becoming tight. He quickly put the fur back over the face of Curly and moved to the other figure who had to be Jack. He swiftly lifted Sarah's dressing gown off Jack body and pulled back his head in disgust and sadness. He covered Jack again quickly and made his way out of the cave on shaky legs.
"Bidziil." Nibs called.
Jake looked up to Nibs who looked very pale. He tried to move but Sarah held him tightly.
"Sarah please." Jake mentioned, a frown on his brow as if he knew he was being kept in the dark.
Bidziil came over. "Are you okay?"
Nibs nodded dejectedly. "I don't think Jake should see." He muttered.
"I will go to my camp, bring people to care for the bodies."
"Thank you." Nibs replied, smiling very lightly to him.
Jake had now walked to the cave entrance and Sarah was watching hopelessly.
"No, Jake, wait, please!" Nibs cried.
Jake was taken back by Nibs' voice and obeyed him. "What? What's going on?"
Sarah watched as Nibs took Jake by the shoulder and led him away from the entrance of the cave. There, he started to talk. Sarah watched Jake's face laugh as if what Nibs had said was a joke. Nibs paused. Then when Nibs said nothing, looking grave, Jake's face melted into pain and shock. Sarah put a hand to her mouth in distress, watching Jake's knees give way under his weight. Nibs caught him awkwardly and set him on a dry bit of earth. Jake looked up to Nibs and Sarah noticed the younger boy's tears. Nibs held him in an affectionate hug as both boys consoled in each other. Sarah approached the pair and held them both in her arms.
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Not long after, some men of the Indian tribe including Lady Quiller came quickly. In the mean time Nibs had said for Jake to tell Slightly what had happened and to come back quickly. Jake seemed pleased to leave, giving him a chance to cry more tears which he did not want others to see.
Sarah watched Jake walk away in his own sad world. She turned to Nibs who was looking at her. Sarah's tears had seemed to have been all cried out for the moment and she was left with red eyes. Nibs on the other hand looked pale and white compared to his golden brown he usually sported. Sarah walked over to the tall young man and looked up to him with sad eyes. She gave him a half smile and closed her eyes briefly. Sarah opened her eyes and looked at Nibs who was still looking at her. Sarah opened her arms to him and he sank into them, shedding his tears. It was odd because Sarah had never heard Nibs cry and it was strange. Like when she heard James laugh honestly with her, it was odd at first but good and now it seemed reassuring that Nibs did hold tears for things and could cry them like a human being.
In the briefest time Sarah and Nibs had by themselves, they sat down together but didn't talk, instead, just watching the world go by. There came a moment when Nibs asked Sarah a few question about coming to the cave and such. Sarah explained why she had left Ravens town. As the sun shone down, they basked miserably until someone arrived on the scene. While they waited, Sarah took hold of Nibs' hand. He looked at his hand then Sarah and smiled softly for her company.
On Jakes return, Nibs had forbidden Jake to enter to see the bodies of Curly and his brother and surprisingly Jake obeyed and waited as the Indians soon came and cleaned up the dead. Jake then asked if he could have a moment with his brother alone to say his goodbyes and Nibs agreed waiting with the Indians and Sarah. The party then went into the cave and saw the linen covered bodies of Curly and Jack ready to be buried. A small chant was made by Lady Quiller and everyone bowed their heads in respect. Sarah, Jake and Nibs suddenly felt a little at ease with the situation.
Lady Quiller had conversed with Bidziil who in turn had told Nibs that they were taking the bodies to the Indian camp for a burial and send off. Bidziil mentioned that it should take place soon and that Slightly should talk to them. Instead Nibs said that he'd tell the tribe to come to the Indian camp that night and they could all be present for the burial. In honesty Nibs didn't want to hang around on a thing like this and although he wasn't the leader he knew Slightly would agree with him that the sooner Curly and Jack were buried the better.
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There was a mixture of emotion from the tribe when Nibs, Jake and Sarah returned, but in fairness, the main emotion was sorrow and misery. Slightly got up and this time reached for Nibs in a hug. Nibs returned it briefly. Slightly turned to Sarah and enveloped her too. While he was doing so everyone in turn waited to hug someone, Summer hugging Nibs, Autumn hugging Jake.
"I'm so sorry." Autumn whispered to Jake who was sniffing at her words.
"You told everyone?" Nibs asked to Slightly, looking at the blank faces of the tribe.
"Yeah." Slightly said sorrowfully.
"The Indians came and took the bodies back up to their camp. Bidziil said for you to talk to them about the funeral but I said no. The funeral is tonight. I think its best if we get the bodies buried and in a safe place....I wouldn't want our dear friend to find them." Nibs added with scorn.
"You think it was him?"
"Who else was it gonna be for God's sake!?" Nibs replied letting his anger get the better of him.
Sarah touched his arm briefly and Nibs caught her pleading look to calm down. He turned back to Slightly.
"I'm sorry Slightly."
"It's okay; you were closer to Curly than all of us...." Slightly added, putting a strong arm on his shoulder.
"What now Nibs?" Summer asked, who had been at Slightly's side. She briefly took in the curious gazes of the other tribe members.
Jake looked up with sad eyes as did Autumn.
"Everyone pack what you have, we'll leave in a couple of minutes to go to the Indian camp." Slightly turned to Nibs. "Do you know where they are being buried? I take it there not going to be in with the relatives of their ancestors."
"I guess not, but somewhere close I suppose?"
Slightly gave Nibs a light hearted smile and turned to his tribe, pushing a section of his black hair out of his eyes.
"Group hug." He called with emotion in his throat.
The whole tribe moved in and surrounded Slightly, a sense of security and comfort was created.
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"Is it really her?" Spring asked her good friend Meg as they were walking.
Meg blew one of her brown curls out of her eyes while trying to answer by nodding which made Spring laugh.
"It's Sarah alright." Meg added.
"What if she wants her name back?" Spring asked alarmed.
"Huh?"
"Well Peter did give me the name she had, remember?"
"Sarah dismissed that name ages ago because she wasn't going let Peter rule every single element of her life."
"Why is she back? Oh no."
"What?" Meg asked quickly.
"She's after, him!"
"Who?"
Spring had a dreamy look on her face and Meg rolled her eyes smiling.
"Oh, him. Well who knows?"
"Awh, he was meant to suddenly see me in a new light."
"Spring I've told you a thousand times. Nibs doesn't go for young girls."
"You never know?"
"Beside we all know who he likes these days."
"Her." Spring added with bitterness in her voice, turning her gaze to behind, to the end of the travelling line.
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Walking up front there was Slightly, Summer, Autumn and Jake. Slightly had insisted to Summer that they stay close to the younger boy, just in case.
Some of the younger boys like Del and Pitt were mingled in the middle of the travelling line. Their friends, Bink and Hopper, nearer the end.
Nibs took the back of the line with Sarah, although neither were really walking in each others company, only morning for their friends.
It had been wonderful to see Nibs again, but the circumstances were completely wrong. Leaving James and walking back into the jungle, emotions and thoughts stirred in her mind and not only once, but a couple of times was she thinking about the young man called Nibs. She had admitted herself that she was physically attracted to him, well? Who wouldn't be? The young man had a beautiful toned body, a handsome face and the cutest smile, that was when he did smile, which wasn't often.
Sarah's thoughts went back onto Nibs while they were walking and she cursed herself for thinking such things at a time like this. She knew that thinking about Nibs would only lead her onto Curly and she swallowed the urge to cry again at the loss of her friend who wanted to be more than just. Sarah wondered if she had chosen a different path in life, things would have been different. What if she'd said to Curly and Jack to stay in Ravens town? Why did she have to push them out of her life so fast? Why did that stupid bitch Matilda have to waltz in to her and James' life when things were starting to feel normal.
Her face must have given away a few emotions because she felt a penetrating gaze on her.
"You okay?" Nibs asked.
Sarah nodded and turned her face away.
Nibs was taken back but made light humour of it.
"What? Do I offend you, I'm sorry I haven't had time for a bath but."
"Nibs, shut up." Sarah whispered.
Nibs frowned and noticed Sarah's face become miserable.
"You blame yourself don't you?"
Sarah looked back to him, questioningly.
"You know. You're not the only one." Nibs added sadly.
"You don't understand Nibs. It was me who turned him away. Jack and Curly found me and all Curly wanted was for me to love him and I couldn't. All I could give him was my friendship. I-I sent him away to his death didn't I?"
Nibs took her hand and gave it a squeeze.
"We all played a part in it. It's been killing me to think that the last thing I said to him was to go and that he was walking to his death, all because he wanted to follow his heart and find you."
Sarah put her hand to her mouth and shook her head as if it was another reason to tick off that she'd killed Curly.
"I told him he was still a lost boy." Nibs took a breath and then sighed dejectedly. "Why didn't he listen to me?" The question was more to himself than to Sarah.
Sarah's tears had caught up with her again. "I miss him."
Nibs stopped his pace as did Sarah while the others ahead kept walking. He looked at her watching as she tried to control her tears but failed ending up in harsh breathing.
"Come here." He whispered, talking her into his arms.
Sarah obliged.
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James sat down as if he was the king. His chair, courtesy of the finest upholstery shop in Ravens town, sat like a throne in his quarters. His second of regal ness melted away as he took a sip of liquor and re-read Sarah's note.
Matilda had wanted him to stay, to be with her and the child but James' head pounded. Not only did his sleep compensated for a screaming newborn but his piracy was fading and his crew weren't happy.
The sudden decision to stay on the Jolly Roger was the best decision he'd had all day. Leaving the confinement of his beautiful house, getting a glimpse of Matilda lazily lounging in one of Sarah's best dresses and noticing that Betty had her arms full with the crying baby, James decided to leave as quickly as possible.
A couple of the gas lamps flickered and James looked up from his thoughts.
It was remarkable to see his daughter being born, like a wonder of the world, if not a little messy. It was only once when he gagged at the smell that protruded his nostrils but that soon was the least of his worries when he got to hold her the first time. Matilda didn't care if she held her or not but James stood so proud that even Betty in all her mess and caring noticed the proud father and smiled to herself. James had then looked to the face of the mother and had wanted to see Sarah giving him a weak smile, her eyes trailing to the new born then back to her lover. Instead Matilda had huffed about feeling too dirty and wanting to move away from the bloody sheets. James had just slowly left his bedroom and held his daughter closer to his heart than ever, feeling as though his smile could never leave his lips. He made his way to the warm kitchen and simply sat near the fire and soothed her to rest.
Of course it had been sometime until James had noticed Sarah was gone. Not so much as minutes, but a good hour or so after his daughter was born. Giving the child into the caring arms of Betty, James searched the house suddenly feeling a panic wash over him. He cursed himself that he hadn't made more contact with Sarah in the last couple of hours but his mind had been completely engaged in only the birth of his daughter.
The letter was noticed after Betty had told James to wash and rest and bond with his daughter.
Matilda had taken it upon herself to act like the Queen of Sheba and leave Betty to take care of the child, while she consumed more hours of rest.
James had the tiny sleeping child nuzzled into his chest and shoulder as he took the opportunity to find a couple of important papers and such in the study the following day.
That's when he saw it. The ink on the quill dried firmly and was still left out. The parchment was some of his best and when he looked closely he didn't recognize the hand writing. In fairness it was a bit messy but could still be read. After a couple of minutes, James stood still. His daughter had woken and for another minute he didn't care until Betty happened to enter the room and take the child. She was about to scold James for not immediately caring for his daughter but noticed his blank face instead.
"Something wrong James?"
"She's left me...."
James sighed. His mood had been completely changed since he realised Sarah had gone. He suddenly felt unstable, as if his support that he'd grown to love had been taken from underneath him. He thought on whether to go find her, but he only had a guess where about she'd be. On the other hand he knew who she'd be with, her tribe respectively because it was her 'family'. James only hoped that Peter hadn't come across her before she'd reached the lost boys.
James moaned into his hands and wiped his face. Now his heart was worrying for Sarah's safety in the Neverland jungle, it was also broken from her leaving. It was ironic that he'd lost one love and been given another in the form of his daughter. How the world works? James mused to himself.
A small tap at the glass window caught James attention. In any other frame of mind, James would have picked up a gun for a second safety measure, the first being his hook.
James opened the window carefully and noticed no one. He closed it again and heard another tap, this time at the door.
"Smee? Is that you?" James asked frowning. "I'm in no mood for games.
"James?" Came the soft voice.
James frowned at the wooden door carefully.
"James, please let me in."
"Sarah?" James asked walking to the door.
"Your crew weren't happy to see me, James."
"Why not?" James asked opening the door, his smile dropping.
"Hey honey." Peter replied in his own voice.
James backed from the door and Peter casually walked in.
James watched the young man carefully, noticing how strange it was for Peter to be walking instead of flying.
"Get out." James roared.
"Woah, hold on a minute old man."
James made a motion with his hook but Peter already flew into the safety of the ceiling before James' hook could make a scratch on him.
"What do you want boy?"
"I came to congratulate you old man."
"For what?"
"Your baby of course."
"How do you know?" James asked suspiciously, noticing Peter was wearing what he'd consider 'normal' clothes.
"Been talking to a few ladies. Friends of, Matilda? Is it?"
James just narrowed his eyes.
"How does Sarah like playing surrogate mother?" Peter sniggered before darting out of the way as a vase came speeding towards him.
"Boy, get out!!"
"Ooh, touched a nerve did I James? You, know. The mermaids say she's in the jungle. Did you know this?
Peter watched as James tried to control his anger and smirked.
James held his temple and sat back down in his chair taking his glass again and gulping the last of the contents.
"If you lay a finger on her...." James said quietly and Peter made the decision to bravely stand nearer the Captain.
"Not me....Nibs...."
James looked up and frowned at the name.
"One of the tribe, one of the...older, boys of the tribe...."
"Why should I care?"
"Got his way with her while you weren't watching."
"That's a lie!"
"I think you should ask the mermaids what they saw tonight, what they told me. They weren't surprised to see a slut like her up and leave to go straight onto a younger, far more handsome person than yourself, no offence."
James narrowed his eyes again at Peter but was finding himself unable to completely deny the boy under all his emotions.
"I think you two have met, haven't you, we were all there, remember?"
"I thought it was the curly haired one that liked her?"
"You see James, your not thinking about it carefully. It's been a secret; Curly was like a decoy for Sarah."
"I don't believe a word your saying." James stood up and rounded on Peter who bolted to the door."
"You know your problem? You just lust like the rest of us and Sarah? She's a liar like the rest of us. I loved her and you took her away without her consent. What she told you was a pack of lies. I never touched her, then YOU made me and that's the only time I ever touched her. You made me do it. I still love her for Christ's sake!! You took away my chance to love her."
"Leave, now."
Peter knew he was treading a thin line.
"The difference between you and I Hook, is that you'll never know what a real love is or what a real woman is!" Peter called out as he ran out the door and few into the air.
"How wrong you are my boy, how dreadfully wrong...."
James retired back to his chair and pinched himself. He was curious to know whether he was dreaming. Surely Peter wouldn't have talked so closely to him like that? And why didn't he kill him when he had the chance?
Of course for one second Peter had James fooled. James knew Peters newest plan was to get him so worked up over Sarah that he's go out to find this 'lover' and do what Peter obviously wanted to done. Maybe Peter was losing his touch after all these years? James was curious about these 'lost boys', the real ones, the older ones. But deep in his heart, James knew Sarah wouldn't have done what Peter accused her of doing. For starters, this Nibs lived in the jungle and Sarah barely ventured out the house, let alone out the town. What the mermaids had said could be true, but Sarah had made that choice to leave, and all in all, James was beginning to understand.
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The mood of the Indian camp was sombre and when the first signs of the lost tribe came into view the Indians all stood up and bowed their heads.
John and Lily ran to Slightly and Summer and both held them.
The rest of the tribe walked into view and bunched together.
Lily had started to cry and John looked at Slightly with a sad look in his eyes.
"They were good people who didn't deserve this." John stated to Slightly, an arm on his shoulder.
When the end of the tribe came forward, John quickly walked to Sarah.
"Sarah, I'm sorry, we didn't know they'd be there when you came to the cave we...."
Sarah held up her hand to stop John from speaking.
"I know, I know."
Lily had made her way to Jake who was near Slightly and Autumn. She hugged Jake who found himself tearful.
Nibs noticed Bidziil and nodded to him. Bidziil then talked to Lady Quiller.
She talked in her native language.
Most people understood her tone and had a clue at what she was meaning. Slightly, who knew their speech, then repeated her words in their own language and asked everyone to follow Lady Quiller.
Jake was apprehensive but found his arm was linked with Autumns. She gave him a light smile and ushered him behind Slightly and Summer.
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As the afternoon sun cooled, tribe members made their way back to the main Indian camp. The burial of Curly and Jack had taken place in a reserved ground for the Indians. It wasn't close to their own burial ground but held a significant resting reserve for the two 'brave warriors' as Lady Quiller had mentioned. Anyone in their right mind knew that this was an area for the dead and only people with no respect who dare wake the ground.
Back in the Indian camp a large fire was burning, bigger than usual. Not so much a party but a gathering was assembled with warm food for the starved lost tribe.
Many ate in silence, remembering the last sights of Curly and Jack, being placed deep in the ground.
More tears were shed and the Indians did all they could to comfort those who needed it.
Nibs noticed Takoda watching him carefully but also the odd gaze she was holding for Sarah. The smoke rose higher as the flames danced along with the Indians in celebration of Curly and Jacks life. Eventually stories by the fire were told by different tribe members about what they remembered about the two young men. Nibs came up with the most humorous story about his best friend, while Jake recalled a particularly stupid moment that had occurred between himself and his brother.
Even the youngest of the tribe now had better sprits, some of them feeling sleepy, now that they were fed and warm.
Sarah couldn't help but notice that the presence of the elders made her feel safe and the fact she sat next to Nibs, sporting a warmer form of Indian dress other than her light night gown.
While this was going on John and Slightly had made arrangements for some sleeping accommodation. It wasn't quite like a strong tepee, but more of a dozen old tents. It wasn't as if they needed many, now that the tribe had been reduced to thirteen, not including Sarah. Slightly did a head count and found he was shocked at the amount. Not that this was the smallest there had ever been of lost boys but to lose so many in such little time was frightening.
Slightly came over to the group who had now separated themselves from the Indians.
"There are six tents...." Slightly started to say but was cut off as everyone voiced their opinion on the sleeping arrangements.
Sarah smirked.
"Now listen." Slightly hushed everyone down. "There are six tents. Erm, we could draw out of the hat but, no. Anyway, he's the arrangements as follows. Summer and I will be in one. Del, Bink, Hopper and Pitt, you'll all share one.
A chorus of 'what?' echoed.
Slightly turned to the girls. "Spring and Meg, I'd like you two to be with Cleo and Patch."
Meg nodded in recognition, taking it upon herself to be in charge of the younger girls.
"That leaves three other tents, Autumn? I didn't know who...."
Jake took a quick glance to Autumn who looked away immediately.
"Autumn can stay with me if she wants." Sarah mentioned.
Autumn nodded quickly and smiled at her.
"Nibs?" Slightly asked.
"Would rather have a tent to himself but if Jake wants company..."
"No, its okay Nibs, I'll be fine." Jake replied.
"Great, that's sorted. I suggest we all have an early night. I tell you now, I don't know what's going to happen but we'll figure something. The tents are up so."
Slightly sat down as the girls got up.
"Off to bed girls?" Summer asked.
"Yeah." Meg replied. "Goodnight everyone."
Suddenly a chorus of 'Goodnights' were heard.
Not long after, the boys went to bed leaving Summer, Slightly, Nibs, Sarah, Jake and Autumn up.
The fire kept them warm but conversation had turned to a colder aspect.
"So what now?" Sarah asked.
It was strange to hear her voice, her opinion and the position of being top female by Summer suddenly started to disappear. Although they were friends, Summer knew she'd have to try and rekindle the friendship to keep it burning.
"Will the Indians let us stay here Slightly?" Summer asked her lover.
"No. They've done more than enough though. I think we shouldn't where out our welcome."
"I want revenge, for my brother and Curly. If Peter did it, now is the best time to get him."
"Peter isn't broken by a death or two, even if it is someone he knew. I say we keep to the plan." Nibs replied.
"Where was Peter last sighted?" Sarah asked.
"I don't know. But he sure left his mark in the cave." Nibs added sadly.
"We definitely agree that it was Peter who killed them?" Summer asked.
"Of course." Nibs said with no hesitation.
"Only I love the fact you stumbled on his body with Jake and find the person you have feelings for." Summer added.
"I don't think I understand you Summer." Nibs replied with his usual bite.
"Woah, woah guys, calm down." Slightly butted in.
"Nibs didn't find them. I did." Sarah mentioned.
"Well, it could have been a little plan with your little girlfriend here to bunk off the other person who loved her." Summer added.
"Now hold on minute Summer!" Sarah said.
"Summer what's got into you?" Autumn asked.
"How dare you accuse me of murdering my best friend and Jack!" Nibs added letting his temper loose.
This time Sarah didn't stop him.
"What do you think, Jake?" Summer asked turning to him.
Jake looked around the group and licked his lips. "I'm sorry Summer, but I don't believe you. How could you think something like that?"
"Jake, why the hell you saying sorry to her?" Nibs asked annoyed.
"Listen, it's been a very long day and I've lost a brother and a friend. I think I need to sleep." Jake said getting up. "I know it was Peter, I told you I had a funny feeling."
Autumn looked at the group and glared at Summer before she took off and caught up with Jake.
"See what you've done?" Nibs asked, getting up and heading to his own tent.
Sarah looked around as Nibs left, then back to Summer.
"How can you be so insensitive and say that Hannah?" Sarah asked. "Accusing me I'd be in on the act. I'd never do a thing like that. You knew Curly was my good friend and that I didn't love him!"
Summer was taken back by the use of her real name and Sarah defence.
"Well?" She struggled for words and turned to Slightly who even had a puzzled look on his face. "I don't know. You feel like a threat...." She added very quietly.
Both Slightly and Sarah spoke at the same time "What?"
"I'm sorry but. Oh I knew I shouldn't have said that but you do."
"How?"
"Because after Wendy, there was you and after you there was me. Like a pecking order."
Slightly shook his head and laughed.
"It's not funny you know." Summer turned to Slightly.
Slightly then took Summer in his arms and hugged her.
"Don't worry about her Sarah, she's been moody all week."
"I have not!" Summer insisted.
"She's pregnant." Slightly whispered. "But don't tell anyone." He winked.
"Or at least we think I am." Summer added blushing.
"And on that note..." Slightly said standing up with Summer. "... I gonna take her out of your sight because she's bugging you. Goodnight."
"Slightly!" Summer moaned.
"Shh." Slightly replied walking off with her.
Sarah watched them walk away, and was glad. Soon sleep called and she headed to the tents noticing the small gas lamp that were extinguished outside the entrances.
"Shit." Sarah mumbled, not knowing where her tent was.
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Disclaimer – I own nothing apart from Sarah and other minor characters and places. Everything else is by J.M Barrie.
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Chapter Twenty One – The departure
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Another retch came from Sarah's stomach as her tears slide down her cheeks. Her sobs still echoed, but her breath was controlling them a little better. She bent over and threw up again for the second time, more tears cascading down her cheeks.
It was horrible, shocking, but most of all sickening. Sarah had just been able to make it outside until she collapsed onto the floor into the mud, bawling hysterically. Her legs couldn't stand it and her head felt light. The scratch marks were the second thing she had noticed by Jack, he'd tried to run. And Curly, Curly's head was obviously smashed at the back because, his beautiful curls were dripping with blood; a pool of the liquid was staining the ground where he lay. His face blue and black. Jack had multiple stab wounds, his whole shirt covered in deep red, his fingers frozen in a clawing stance. The first thing she had noticed was the lack of noise and light in the cave which John and Lily had told her to go to. Was this some kind of sick joke? To send her directly to see this!? No, it couldn't be, they'd never do anything like that? So where were the lost tribe? And where was Peter more importantly? He was the one who she blamed first, he had to have done this! Sarah lifted her face, her red eyes blurry. She was thinking about the last time she'd seen Curly and Jack, remembering the fun and smiles they all shared before they left....before this. Sarah let another sob escape her lips but her throat became tight again and her tears swelled up in her eyes. She didn't care if people heard her or she scared the near by wildlife, but Sarah let her cries of pain and sorrow ring into the Neverland sky.
Bidziil approached her and looked warily at her.
"I should go up to the camp, tell my people, give them a proper burial and let their spirits rest."
Sarah looked up and sniffed a tear rolling down her nostril. She was speechless, silent.
"Sarah?" Bidziil asked tentatively. "Are you ok?"
The words were stupid. Of course she wasn't ok; she had just seen her friends lying dead in the most horrific ways. She would have shouted at him, voiced her opinions and anger to him but Bidziil was only being consoling. He took a step closer to Sarah, took her hands and lifted her off the ground. Sarah did stand up but her gaze was completely at the floor.
"You don't want to get your clothes dirty."
Sarah looked to him and noticed the mud stain on her backside but she didn't reply to it.
"I have covered one of you friends with the fur you had. I know what it's like to see someone you love in that state. I don't have anything to cover your other friend though."
Sarah finally looked to Bidziil's dark eyes and concerning frown. She slipped off her silk dressing gown, revealing a light night dress underneath. Bidziil looked at the gown and Sarah held it to him. He gave her the smallest smile with his lips closed and walked back into the cave with it.
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"I'm telling you I heard a cry!"
"Okay, but slow down Jake, please!" Nibs called running after the lighter boy, sliding around in the mud.
Jake wasn't the only one to hear the distant cry, Autumn did too and it was she who told Jake to go and tell Slightly. Slightly had asked Nibs to check it out and to be on guard, in case it was a trap of some kind now that Peter knew the near co-ordinates of where the tribe were originally. Jake had insisted he go to and it wasn't until Slightly had a quick word with Nibs about Jakes anxious disposition, that Slightly let him go with their silent warrior.
"What kind of cry was it?" Nibs asked catching up to Jake.
"I don't know but it sounded like it came from this way."
"Are you sure? It could have been from anywhere."
"No, but you've got to believe me Nibs, I sensed it came from over there." Jake pointed in a direction.
"The other cave?" Nibs asked with a frown. "Slightly warned you this could be a trap right? I really think you should slow down."
"It sounded like a female cry."
"Maybe it was an animal?"
"Or maybe it was Winter?" Jake stopped when he said her name and looked at Nibs wanting to know if he agreed. Nibs looked at him carefully without blinking and Jake knew that Nibs was possibly thinking the same.
"No loud noises and be light on your feet and follow my lead." Nibs whispered.
They travelled through the trees for a couple of minutes, watchful of their feet breaking any twigs.
Nibs frowned as they drew closer to the open space and cocked his ear closer to the sound. It was like someone was crying. Jake frowned when he heard the sound as well and looked further into the bushes to distinguish who was crying. Jake opened his mouth in shock and turned to Nibs. Nibs was already a step in front of him and walked out into the open area, his eyes wide.
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Sarah was startled at first by the distant figure with broad shoulders. Was it Peter? On furthers glances, the figure was accompanied by a smaller one who was catching up. When Sarah realised who it was her bottom lip began to tremble and her tears built up in her eyes.
"N-Nibs?" She called.
"Sarah?" Nibs called back and ran towards her.
Sarah had started to run, her tears blurring her vision.
"What, what is it?" Nibs asked now anxious.
"Oh God, Nibs." Was all Sarah could mutter before she threw her arms around Nibs and hugged him. Nibs returned the hold and held Sarah tight, his gaze wondering to the Indian figure he recognised as Lily's younger brother who looked sad.
Jake ran into view and noticed the young man too.
Nibs turned his head towards Jake who then turned to Sarah embracing Nibs. Sarah looked up and saw Jake then released Nibs' hold. She walked over to Jake who looked confused at her crying.
"Sarah?" He asked quietly.
Sarah sniffed again, more tears sliding down her cheeks as she embraced Jake warmly.
Nibs looked blank. He turned to Bidziil knowing something wasn't right.
Bidziil nodded in acknowledgment to Nibs as Nibs made his way over to him.
"I'm so sorry Jake." Was all Sarah managed to say in between her sobs.
Jake just held her, confused.
"I am sorry my friend." Bidziil spoke softly.
Nibs was starting to catch on what was possibly going on.
"Two of your tribe..." Bidziil mentioned, gesturing to the cave.
Nibs swallowed and his eyes opened in worry. He dashed into the cave's entrance and halted as he came closer to the scene. He followed the scratch marks, then saw the figure clad in what was obviously Sarah's dressing gown. His eyes wandered to the other side of the cave, not too far from Sarah's dressing gown to the figure covered with a fur. Nibs swallowed and sighed sadly. He quickly made his way to the fur covered figure that was taller than the other. He moved his hand to pull back the fur but he hesitated. He then blew his breath out and carefully pulled back the fur. He made a closed noise in his throat and turned his head away, taking a few quick breaths, his throat becoming tight. He quickly put the fur back over the face of Curly and moved to the other figure who had to be Jack. He swiftly lifted Sarah's dressing gown off Jack body and pulled back his head in disgust and sadness. He covered Jack again quickly and made his way out of the cave on shaky legs.
"Bidziil." Nibs called.
Jake looked up to Nibs who looked very pale. He tried to move but Sarah held him tightly.
"Sarah please." Jake mentioned, a frown on his brow as if he knew he was being kept in the dark.
Bidziil came over. "Are you okay?"
Nibs nodded dejectedly. "I don't think Jake should see." He muttered.
"I will go to my camp, bring people to care for the bodies."
"Thank you." Nibs replied, smiling very lightly to him.
Jake had now walked to the cave entrance and Sarah was watching hopelessly.
"No, Jake, wait, please!" Nibs cried.
Jake was taken back by Nibs' voice and obeyed him. "What? What's going on?"
Sarah watched as Nibs took Jake by the shoulder and led him away from the entrance of the cave. There, he started to talk. Sarah watched Jake's face laugh as if what Nibs had said was a joke. Nibs paused. Then when Nibs said nothing, looking grave, Jake's face melted into pain and shock. Sarah put a hand to her mouth in distress, watching Jake's knees give way under his weight. Nibs caught him awkwardly and set him on a dry bit of earth. Jake looked up to Nibs and Sarah noticed the younger boy's tears. Nibs held him in an affectionate hug as both boys consoled in each other. Sarah approached the pair and held them both in her arms.
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Not long after, some men of the Indian tribe including Lady Quiller came quickly. In the mean time Nibs had said for Jake to tell Slightly what had happened and to come back quickly. Jake seemed pleased to leave, giving him a chance to cry more tears which he did not want others to see.
Sarah watched Jake walk away in his own sad world. She turned to Nibs who was looking at her. Sarah's tears had seemed to have been all cried out for the moment and she was left with red eyes. Nibs on the other hand looked pale and white compared to his golden brown he usually sported. Sarah walked over to the tall young man and looked up to him with sad eyes. She gave him a half smile and closed her eyes briefly. Sarah opened her eyes and looked at Nibs who was still looking at her. Sarah opened her arms to him and he sank into them, shedding his tears. It was odd because Sarah had never heard Nibs cry and it was strange. Like when she heard James laugh honestly with her, it was odd at first but good and now it seemed reassuring that Nibs did hold tears for things and could cry them like a human being.
In the briefest time Sarah and Nibs had by themselves, they sat down together but didn't talk, instead, just watching the world go by. There came a moment when Nibs asked Sarah a few question about coming to the cave and such. Sarah explained why she had left Ravens town. As the sun shone down, they basked miserably until someone arrived on the scene. While they waited, Sarah took hold of Nibs' hand. He looked at his hand then Sarah and smiled softly for her company.
On Jakes return, Nibs had forbidden Jake to enter to see the bodies of Curly and his brother and surprisingly Jake obeyed and waited as the Indians soon came and cleaned up the dead. Jake then asked if he could have a moment with his brother alone to say his goodbyes and Nibs agreed waiting with the Indians and Sarah. The party then went into the cave and saw the linen covered bodies of Curly and Jack ready to be buried. A small chant was made by Lady Quiller and everyone bowed their heads in respect. Sarah, Jake and Nibs suddenly felt a little at ease with the situation.
Lady Quiller had conversed with Bidziil who in turn had told Nibs that they were taking the bodies to the Indian camp for a burial and send off. Bidziil mentioned that it should take place soon and that Slightly should talk to them. Instead Nibs said that he'd tell the tribe to come to the Indian camp that night and they could all be present for the burial. In honesty Nibs didn't want to hang around on a thing like this and although he wasn't the leader he knew Slightly would agree with him that the sooner Curly and Jack were buried the better.
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There was a mixture of emotion from the tribe when Nibs, Jake and Sarah returned, but in fairness, the main emotion was sorrow and misery. Slightly got up and this time reached for Nibs in a hug. Nibs returned it briefly. Slightly turned to Sarah and enveloped her too. While he was doing so everyone in turn waited to hug someone, Summer hugging Nibs, Autumn hugging Jake.
"I'm so sorry." Autumn whispered to Jake who was sniffing at her words.
"You told everyone?" Nibs asked to Slightly, looking at the blank faces of the tribe.
"Yeah." Slightly said sorrowfully.
"The Indians came and took the bodies back up to their camp. Bidziil said for you to talk to them about the funeral but I said no. The funeral is tonight. I think its best if we get the bodies buried and in a safe place....I wouldn't want our dear friend to find them." Nibs added with scorn.
"You think it was him?"
"Who else was it gonna be for God's sake!?" Nibs replied letting his anger get the better of him.
Sarah touched his arm briefly and Nibs caught her pleading look to calm down. He turned back to Slightly.
"I'm sorry Slightly."
"It's okay; you were closer to Curly than all of us...." Slightly added, putting a strong arm on his shoulder.
"What now Nibs?" Summer asked, who had been at Slightly's side. She briefly took in the curious gazes of the other tribe members.
Jake looked up with sad eyes as did Autumn.
"Everyone pack what you have, we'll leave in a couple of minutes to go to the Indian camp." Slightly turned to Nibs. "Do you know where they are being buried? I take it there not going to be in with the relatives of their ancestors."
"I guess not, but somewhere close I suppose?"
Slightly gave Nibs a light hearted smile and turned to his tribe, pushing a section of his black hair out of his eyes.
"Group hug." He called with emotion in his throat.
The whole tribe moved in and surrounded Slightly, a sense of security and comfort was created.
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"Is it really her?" Spring asked her good friend Meg as they were walking.
Meg blew one of her brown curls out of her eyes while trying to answer by nodding which made Spring laugh.
"It's Sarah alright." Meg added.
"What if she wants her name back?" Spring asked alarmed.
"Huh?"
"Well Peter did give me the name she had, remember?"
"Sarah dismissed that name ages ago because she wasn't going let Peter rule every single element of her life."
"Why is she back? Oh no."
"What?" Meg asked quickly.
"She's after, him!"
"Who?"
Spring had a dreamy look on her face and Meg rolled her eyes smiling.
"Oh, him. Well who knows?"
"Awh, he was meant to suddenly see me in a new light."
"Spring I've told you a thousand times. Nibs doesn't go for young girls."
"You never know?"
"Beside we all know who he likes these days."
"Her." Spring added with bitterness in her voice, turning her gaze to behind, to the end of the travelling line.
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Walking up front there was Slightly, Summer, Autumn and Jake. Slightly had insisted to Summer that they stay close to the younger boy, just in case.
Some of the younger boys like Del and Pitt were mingled in the middle of the travelling line. Their friends, Bink and Hopper, nearer the end.
Nibs took the back of the line with Sarah, although neither were really walking in each others company, only morning for their friends.
It had been wonderful to see Nibs again, but the circumstances were completely wrong. Leaving James and walking back into the jungle, emotions and thoughts stirred in her mind and not only once, but a couple of times was she thinking about the young man called Nibs. She had admitted herself that she was physically attracted to him, well? Who wouldn't be? The young man had a beautiful toned body, a handsome face and the cutest smile, that was when he did smile, which wasn't often.
Sarah's thoughts went back onto Nibs while they were walking and she cursed herself for thinking such things at a time like this. She knew that thinking about Nibs would only lead her onto Curly and she swallowed the urge to cry again at the loss of her friend who wanted to be more than just. Sarah wondered if she had chosen a different path in life, things would have been different. What if she'd said to Curly and Jack to stay in Ravens town? Why did she have to push them out of her life so fast? Why did that stupid bitch Matilda have to waltz in to her and James' life when things were starting to feel normal.
Her face must have given away a few emotions because she felt a penetrating gaze on her.
"You okay?" Nibs asked.
Sarah nodded and turned her face away.
Nibs was taken back but made light humour of it.
"What? Do I offend you, I'm sorry I haven't had time for a bath but."
"Nibs, shut up." Sarah whispered.
Nibs frowned and noticed Sarah's face become miserable.
"You blame yourself don't you?"
Sarah looked back to him, questioningly.
"You know. You're not the only one." Nibs added sadly.
"You don't understand Nibs. It was me who turned him away. Jack and Curly found me and all Curly wanted was for me to love him and I couldn't. All I could give him was my friendship. I-I sent him away to his death didn't I?"
Nibs took her hand and gave it a squeeze.
"We all played a part in it. It's been killing me to think that the last thing I said to him was to go and that he was walking to his death, all because he wanted to follow his heart and find you."
Sarah put her hand to her mouth and shook her head as if it was another reason to tick off that she'd killed Curly.
"I told him he was still a lost boy." Nibs took a breath and then sighed dejectedly. "Why didn't he listen to me?" The question was more to himself than to Sarah.
Sarah's tears had caught up with her again. "I miss him."
Nibs stopped his pace as did Sarah while the others ahead kept walking. He looked at her watching as she tried to control her tears but failed ending up in harsh breathing.
"Come here." He whispered, talking her into his arms.
Sarah obliged.
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James sat down as if he was the king. His chair, courtesy of the finest upholstery shop in Ravens town, sat like a throne in his quarters. His second of regal ness melted away as he took a sip of liquor and re-read Sarah's note.
Matilda had wanted him to stay, to be with her and the child but James' head pounded. Not only did his sleep compensated for a screaming newborn but his piracy was fading and his crew weren't happy.
The sudden decision to stay on the Jolly Roger was the best decision he'd had all day. Leaving the confinement of his beautiful house, getting a glimpse of Matilda lazily lounging in one of Sarah's best dresses and noticing that Betty had her arms full with the crying baby, James decided to leave as quickly as possible.
A couple of the gas lamps flickered and James looked up from his thoughts.
It was remarkable to see his daughter being born, like a wonder of the world, if not a little messy. It was only once when he gagged at the smell that protruded his nostrils but that soon was the least of his worries when he got to hold her the first time. Matilda didn't care if she held her or not but James stood so proud that even Betty in all her mess and caring noticed the proud father and smiled to herself. James had then looked to the face of the mother and had wanted to see Sarah giving him a weak smile, her eyes trailing to the new born then back to her lover. Instead Matilda had huffed about feeling too dirty and wanting to move away from the bloody sheets. James had just slowly left his bedroom and held his daughter closer to his heart than ever, feeling as though his smile could never leave his lips. He made his way to the warm kitchen and simply sat near the fire and soothed her to rest.
Of course it had been sometime until James had noticed Sarah was gone. Not so much as minutes, but a good hour or so after his daughter was born. Giving the child into the caring arms of Betty, James searched the house suddenly feeling a panic wash over him. He cursed himself that he hadn't made more contact with Sarah in the last couple of hours but his mind had been completely engaged in only the birth of his daughter.
The letter was noticed after Betty had told James to wash and rest and bond with his daughter.
Matilda had taken it upon herself to act like the Queen of Sheba and leave Betty to take care of the child, while she consumed more hours of rest.
James had the tiny sleeping child nuzzled into his chest and shoulder as he took the opportunity to find a couple of important papers and such in the study the following day.
That's when he saw it. The ink on the quill dried firmly and was still left out. The parchment was some of his best and when he looked closely he didn't recognize the hand writing. In fairness it was a bit messy but could still be read. After a couple of minutes, James stood still. His daughter had woken and for another minute he didn't care until Betty happened to enter the room and take the child. She was about to scold James for not immediately caring for his daughter but noticed his blank face instead.
"Something wrong James?"
"She's left me...."
James sighed. His mood had been completely changed since he realised Sarah had gone. He suddenly felt unstable, as if his support that he'd grown to love had been taken from underneath him. He thought on whether to go find her, but he only had a guess where about she'd be. On the other hand he knew who she'd be with, her tribe respectively because it was her 'family'. James only hoped that Peter hadn't come across her before she'd reached the lost boys.
James moaned into his hands and wiped his face. Now his heart was worrying for Sarah's safety in the Neverland jungle, it was also broken from her leaving. It was ironic that he'd lost one love and been given another in the form of his daughter. How the world works? James mused to himself.
A small tap at the glass window caught James attention. In any other frame of mind, James would have picked up a gun for a second safety measure, the first being his hook.
James opened the window carefully and noticed no one. He closed it again and heard another tap, this time at the door.
"Smee? Is that you?" James asked frowning. "I'm in no mood for games.
"James?" Came the soft voice.
James frowned at the wooden door carefully.
"James, please let me in."
"Sarah?" James asked walking to the door.
"Your crew weren't happy to see me, James."
"Why not?" James asked opening the door, his smile dropping.
"Hey honey." Peter replied in his own voice.
James backed from the door and Peter casually walked in.
James watched the young man carefully, noticing how strange it was for Peter to be walking instead of flying.
"Get out." James roared.
"Woah, hold on a minute old man."
James made a motion with his hook but Peter already flew into the safety of the ceiling before James' hook could make a scratch on him.
"What do you want boy?"
"I came to congratulate you old man."
"For what?"
"Your baby of course."
"How do you know?" James asked suspiciously, noticing Peter was wearing what he'd consider 'normal' clothes.
"Been talking to a few ladies. Friends of, Matilda? Is it?"
James just narrowed his eyes.
"How does Sarah like playing surrogate mother?" Peter sniggered before darting out of the way as a vase came speeding towards him.
"Boy, get out!!"
"Ooh, touched a nerve did I James? You, know. The mermaids say she's in the jungle. Did you know this?
Peter watched as James tried to control his anger and smirked.
James held his temple and sat back down in his chair taking his glass again and gulping the last of the contents.
"If you lay a finger on her...." James said quietly and Peter made the decision to bravely stand nearer the Captain.
"Not me....Nibs...."
James looked up and frowned at the name.
"One of the tribe, one of the...older, boys of the tribe...."
"Why should I care?"
"Got his way with her while you weren't watching."
"That's a lie!"
"I think you should ask the mermaids what they saw tonight, what they told me. They weren't surprised to see a slut like her up and leave to go straight onto a younger, far more handsome person than yourself, no offence."
James narrowed his eyes again at Peter but was finding himself unable to completely deny the boy under all his emotions.
"I think you two have met, haven't you, we were all there, remember?"
"I thought it was the curly haired one that liked her?"
"You see James, your not thinking about it carefully. It's been a secret; Curly was like a decoy for Sarah."
"I don't believe a word your saying." James stood up and rounded on Peter who bolted to the door."
"You know your problem? You just lust like the rest of us and Sarah? She's a liar like the rest of us. I loved her and you took her away without her consent. What she told you was a pack of lies. I never touched her, then YOU made me and that's the only time I ever touched her. You made me do it. I still love her for Christ's sake!! You took away my chance to love her."
"Leave, now."
Peter knew he was treading a thin line.
"The difference between you and I Hook, is that you'll never know what a real love is or what a real woman is!" Peter called out as he ran out the door and few into the air.
"How wrong you are my boy, how dreadfully wrong...."
James retired back to his chair and pinched himself. He was curious to know whether he was dreaming. Surely Peter wouldn't have talked so closely to him like that? And why didn't he kill him when he had the chance?
Of course for one second Peter had James fooled. James knew Peters newest plan was to get him so worked up over Sarah that he's go out to find this 'lover' and do what Peter obviously wanted to done. Maybe Peter was losing his touch after all these years? James was curious about these 'lost boys', the real ones, the older ones. But deep in his heart, James knew Sarah wouldn't have done what Peter accused her of doing. For starters, this Nibs lived in the jungle and Sarah barely ventured out the house, let alone out the town. What the mermaids had said could be true, but Sarah had made that choice to leave, and all in all, James was beginning to understand.
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The mood of the Indian camp was sombre and when the first signs of the lost tribe came into view the Indians all stood up and bowed their heads.
John and Lily ran to Slightly and Summer and both held them.
The rest of the tribe walked into view and bunched together.
Lily had started to cry and John looked at Slightly with a sad look in his eyes.
"They were good people who didn't deserve this." John stated to Slightly, an arm on his shoulder.
When the end of the tribe came forward, John quickly walked to Sarah.
"Sarah, I'm sorry, we didn't know they'd be there when you came to the cave we...."
Sarah held up her hand to stop John from speaking.
"I know, I know."
Lily had made her way to Jake who was near Slightly and Autumn. She hugged Jake who found himself tearful.
Nibs noticed Bidziil and nodded to him. Bidziil then talked to Lady Quiller.
She talked in her native language.
Most people understood her tone and had a clue at what she was meaning. Slightly, who knew their speech, then repeated her words in their own language and asked everyone to follow Lady Quiller.
Jake was apprehensive but found his arm was linked with Autumns. She gave him a light smile and ushered him behind Slightly and Summer.
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As the afternoon sun cooled, tribe members made their way back to the main Indian camp. The burial of Curly and Jack had taken place in a reserved ground for the Indians. It wasn't close to their own burial ground but held a significant resting reserve for the two 'brave warriors' as Lady Quiller had mentioned. Anyone in their right mind knew that this was an area for the dead and only people with no respect who dare wake the ground.
Back in the Indian camp a large fire was burning, bigger than usual. Not so much a party but a gathering was assembled with warm food for the starved lost tribe.
Many ate in silence, remembering the last sights of Curly and Jack, being placed deep in the ground.
More tears were shed and the Indians did all they could to comfort those who needed it.
Nibs noticed Takoda watching him carefully but also the odd gaze she was holding for Sarah. The smoke rose higher as the flames danced along with the Indians in celebration of Curly and Jacks life. Eventually stories by the fire were told by different tribe members about what they remembered about the two young men. Nibs came up with the most humorous story about his best friend, while Jake recalled a particularly stupid moment that had occurred between himself and his brother.
Even the youngest of the tribe now had better sprits, some of them feeling sleepy, now that they were fed and warm.
Sarah couldn't help but notice that the presence of the elders made her feel safe and the fact she sat next to Nibs, sporting a warmer form of Indian dress other than her light night gown.
While this was going on John and Slightly had made arrangements for some sleeping accommodation. It wasn't quite like a strong tepee, but more of a dozen old tents. It wasn't as if they needed many, now that the tribe had been reduced to thirteen, not including Sarah. Slightly did a head count and found he was shocked at the amount. Not that this was the smallest there had ever been of lost boys but to lose so many in such little time was frightening.
Slightly came over to the group who had now separated themselves from the Indians.
"There are six tents...." Slightly started to say but was cut off as everyone voiced their opinion on the sleeping arrangements.
Sarah smirked.
"Now listen." Slightly hushed everyone down. "There are six tents. Erm, we could draw out of the hat but, no. Anyway, he's the arrangements as follows. Summer and I will be in one. Del, Bink, Hopper and Pitt, you'll all share one.
A chorus of 'what?' echoed.
Slightly turned to the girls. "Spring and Meg, I'd like you two to be with Cleo and Patch."
Meg nodded in recognition, taking it upon herself to be in charge of the younger girls.
"That leaves three other tents, Autumn? I didn't know who...."
Jake took a quick glance to Autumn who looked away immediately.
"Autumn can stay with me if she wants." Sarah mentioned.
Autumn nodded quickly and smiled at her.
"Nibs?" Slightly asked.
"Would rather have a tent to himself but if Jake wants company..."
"No, its okay Nibs, I'll be fine." Jake replied.
"Great, that's sorted. I suggest we all have an early night. I tell you now, I don't know what's going to happen but we'll figure something. The tents are up so."
Slightly sat down as the girls got up.
"Off to bed girls?" Summer asked.
"Yeah." Meg replied. "Goodnight everyone."
Suddenly a chorus of 'Goodnights' were heard.
Not long after, the boys went to bed leaving Summer, Slightly, Nibs, Sarah, Jake and Autumn up.
The fire kept them warm but conversation had turned to a colder aspect.
"So what now?" Sarah asked.
It was strange to hear her voice, her opinion and the position of being top female by Summer suddenly started to disappear. Although they were friends, Summer knew she'd have to try and rekindle the friendship to keep it burning.
"Will the Indians let us stay here Slightly?" Summer asked her lover.
"No. They've done more than enough though. I think we shouldn't where out our welcome."
"I want revenge, for my brother and Curly. If Peter did it, now is the best time to get him."
"Peter isn't broken by a death or two, even if it is someone he knew. I say we keep to the plan." Nibs replied.
"Where was Peter last sighted?" Sarah asked.
"I don't know. But he sure left his mark in the cave." Nibs added sadly.
"We definitely agree that it was Peter who killed them?" Summer asked.
"Of course." Nibs said with no hesitation.
"Only I love the fact you stumbled on his body with Jake and find the person you have feelings for." Summer added.
"I don't think I understand you Summer." Nibs replied with his usual bite.
"Woah, woah guys, calm down." Slightly butted in.
"Nibs didn't find them. I did." Sarah mentioned.
"Well, it could have been a little plan with your little girlfriend here to bunk off the other person who loved her." Summer added.
"Now hold on minute Summer!" Sarah said.
"Summer what's got into you?" Autumn asked.
"How dare you accuse me of murdering my best friend and Jack!" Nibs added letting his temper loose.
This time Sarah didn't stop him.
"What do you think, Jake?" Summer asked turning to him.
Jake looked around the group and licked his lips. "I'm sorry Summer, but I don't believe you. How could you think something like that?"
"Jake, why the hell you saying sorry to her?" Nibs asked annoyed.
"Listen, it's been a very long day and I've lost a brother and a friend. I think I need to sleep." Jake said getting up. "I know it was Peter, I told you I had a funny feeling."
Autumn looked at the group and glared at Summer before she took off and caught up with Jake.
"See what you've done?" Nibs asked, getting up and heading to his own tent.
Sarah looked around as Nibs left, then back to Summer.
"How can you be so insensitive and say that Hannah?" Sarah asked. "Accusing me I'd be in on the act. I'd never do a thing like that. You knew Curly was my good friend and that I didn't love him!"
Summer was taken back by the use of her real name and Sarah defence.
"Well?" She struggled for words and turned to Slightly who even had a puzzled look on his face. "I don't know. You feel like a threat...." She added very quietly.
Both Slightly and Sarah spoke at the same time "What?"
"I'm sorry but. Oh I knew I shouldn't have said that but you do."
"How?"
"Because after Wendy, there was you and after you there was me. Like a pecking order."
Slightly shook his head and laughed.
"It's not funny you know." Summer turned to Slightly.
Slightly then took Summer in his arms and hugged her.
"Don't worry about her Sarah, she's been moody all week."
"I have not!" Summer insisted.
"She's pregnant." Slightly whispered. "But don't tell anyone." He winked.
"Or at least we think I am." Summer added blushing.
"And on that note..." Slightly said standing up with Summer. "... I gonna take her out of your sight because she's bugging you. Goodnight."
"Slightly!" Summer moaned.
"Shh." Slightly replied walking off with her.
Sarah watched them walk away, and was glad. Soon sleep called and she headed to the tents noticing the small gas lamp that were extinguished outside the entrances.
"Shit." Sarah mumbled, not knowing where her tent was.