Pan's POV

My feet carried an unknown weight to them as I walked away from the edge of the cliff, the sound of the water splashing against the rocks seemed to drown out all other surrounding noise forcing me to focus on it. I clenched my jaw, my fists soon curling until my nails were buried into the palms of my hands as I tried to regain control over my thoughts. This feeling that I had was something I could not explain. I knew it was selfish of me to put her through this unnecessarily, but I was still furious. Despite my efforts, she still refuses to believe…she still refuses to believe in me.

I had watched from the cliff as she began to drown, I watched the water rising up faster then she could register what was going to happen. I could feel what she felt, anger, pain, the feeling of not being able to breathe another breath of air, only suffocating as the water filled her lungs, the fear of dying...I felt all of it, and I still only stood and watched. I thought this time would be different, that maybe some part of her would change, but she didn't. She didn't want to. I can't save her, I won't...there was no point if she won't believe.

"Pan!"

I didn't have enough time to turn around before a body collided against me, the sudden impact and weight caused the person to send the both of us colliding against the rock surface. I turned to my side, glaring at Ben who was panting heavily, his face held a look of complete rage; his dark blue eyes were sharp as he pulled his sword to my neck. I didn't flinch or care in the slightest that his blade was against my neck, I simply lay my head back against the ground watching the frustration only grow since he knew it had no effect on me, that fighting me would be pointless if he was intending to hurt me.

"I watched what you did!" Ben shouted; his voice thick as his grip tightened around the handle of his sword, "I saw everything!"

I could hear the pain through his broken voice as he put pressure down on my neck. Even with that amount of anger, I could hear his unsteady heartbeat as his eyes darted from my face, and then back to his sword. The cold metal moved against my skin as his hands began to shake uncontrollably. He was going into shock and couldn't figure out what to do, whether to fight or fall apart. His lips trembled as he tried to find the words.

"What did you do to her!" Ben said through gritted teeth.

I only looked up at him silently.

"Answer me!"

This could be her only chance.

I can't do it, but Ben can.

"You can still save her."

Ben's eyes lit up with hope as he dropped the blade subconsciously.

"What?" He whispered, trying to process what I had told him.

"She's doesn't have long, the water has already filled her lungs."

I stood to my feet as Ben shot up from the ground. I grabbed a firm hold of the blade of his sword and concentrated on the thin metal as it began to glow green. Ben stood back slightly in surprise but he didn't dare to move. After a moment I removed my hand watching intently as the bright green light that reflected from the blade had slowly died down, returning to its original shining silver. Ben already understood what I had done and without a second thought he fed the sword back into his belt and ran for the edge of the cliff. I watched as he dived into the dark blue water until he had disappeared beneath the surface. I exhaled slowly, my eyes flickering over the disturbed still surface of the water.

I can't give up so easily. I never have and never will. If I want something, I'll get it. No matter how long it takes or how challenging it may be, I won't stop until she believes.

Bring her back...

Ben's POV

I didn't give it a second thought before diving into the water, my skin instantly feeling the cold as the water moved beneath my clothes. I continued to pull the water behind me, kicking vigorously in an attempt to get to the bottom and save Emily before it was too late. Having the thoughts running through my head of her being trapped down there, unable to move or breathe only drove me to move faster, my fingers slowly becoming numb the further I swam down. I tried to ignore the thoughts that clouded my mind, that were feeding my false hope that I was already too late but they wouldn't stop. I was scared I wasn't going to make it in time to save Emily but most of all, I was furious at what Pan had done.

I still couldn't believe he did this to her. He was already putting us through this death test but deliberately pulling a stunt like this was so unlike him. I was used to his surprise challenges and tricks that he would play in his games, but after watching what he had done to Emily I knew there was no reason for it. I know Emily had put Pan through some trouble, well, a lot of trouble, but this was about something different. Pan never purposely did something like this unless it was for a purpose or his own benefit. Which could only mean one thing; he was testing her. I had no idea why, but if Pan had to go to such extreme lengths to drown her because of it, then it had to be something serious.

Even when I had Pan pinned to the ground, there was something about him that seemed off. There were no expected remarks back, no mischievous grin…his green eyes just gazed up at me as if something had been taken away from him, an emptiness that had been stolen from him. He even lay still, holding no emotion in his expression as I pushed the blade further into his neck. Pan had never put himself in a vulnerable state like that before; even though he knew I was no threat to him he didn't bother moving.

If Pan hadn't told me that Emily could be saved then I would have tried to stab the sword straight into his chest, with no thought of hesitating. With the small space between us, even if I had of been able to pierce his skin, he still would have survived it. His magic is beyond powerful but getting a sword straight to his heart at that depth would make the healing process take a lot longer. If I was fast enough and kept Pan on the ground I would have actually had a chance to end his life. But even still Pan probably would have found another way…he always does.

There was no point in thinking about what I should have done now. Emily could have the slightest chance of being alive and it was up to me to save her. Whether she could live or die was up to me. She was relying on me and I have no intentions on letting her down, plus Will would have my head if I didn't bring her back, no matter how much he protests to not care about her anymore if he found out she was dead, I know it will tear him apart.

I opened my eyes, squinting at first until the dark water became clear. I almost let out some of the air I had held in my lungs when my vision adapted to the darkness, now forming the large shadows of trees around me that were submerged, the trunks still while the leaves and vines that were caught tangled around the branches moved freely in the water. Although I could feel my eyes burning, I kept them open since I was getting close to the ground, but in this darkness, I still couldn't see the bottom.

I knew that one breath was only going to be enough to reach the bottom, but finding Emily, setting her free and swimming back with her to the surface was something I had to do with barely any air left. I just had to be fast if she had even the slightest chance at surviving. I proceeded with the only hope I had left and pulled and kicked through the water as fast as I could, ignoring the straining feeling in my lungs that were ripping apart. Once a branch was in reach I held onto it and used it was a surface to kick off from to get to the ground, finally allowing my feet to place firmly against the ground. I quickly ran my hands along the ground until I found a reasonable sized rock, unclipped my cloak and dropped it into the hood before tying the sleeves around my waist.

At this point, my lungs were caving in and I was sure I had unknowingly released more air as I turned in every direction in the search for Emily. It seemed pointless since I could barely see in front of me until I stopped thrashing about in the water and listened carefully to hear the faint sound of metal clanking. It was the only source I could follow as I swam quickly to finally see Emily. Her body was floating still, her outgrown brown hair was spread covering her face as it slowly moved with the water. Her hands were clamped down leaving them to be the only thing keeping her from floating to the surface.

I kicked over to her as fast as I could. Once I was beside her I placed my hands to her face to lift her head but instantly pulled my hands away as her skin was ice cold, all circulation of blood seemingly drained from her body. I felt my stomach sink at the sight of her unconscious state, her eyes closed as if she was trapped in a deep sleep while her mouth remained open. I couldn't waste any more time.

I kicked back and grabbed my sword out of my belt, as soon as I had touched the handle the blade instantly began glowing green creating a light source to see. I pulled my arms back before using as much strength as I could to bring the sword through the water. The clash against the two metals and break Emily free, her body instantly beginning to float up while I removed the rock from my hood and put the sword back into my belt that was still glowing brightly allowing me to kick off the ground and quickly reach Emily.

My hand instantly covered my lips as what I thought was a little bit of air happened to be the last of what my lungs were able to hold. I panicked as I quickly grabbed a hold of Emily's wrist and kept kicking. My lungs were collapsing in on themselves, throbbing in a pain that I had never felt before, a pain of drowning. I knew I was running out of time when my I began to feel light headed causing my vision to blur. I shut my eyes to try and stop the dizziness while continuing to kick through the water as fast as my body would let me. I wasn't going to stop until we have reached the surface. I tried to ignore it and only focus on swimming to the surface but that seemed impossible as I felt all the pressure going to my head, my body shutting down on me

I felt as hopeless as Emily, unable to breathe, barely having any sense of whether I could make it out alive or not. There was one thing I knew I had control over and that was making sure I didn't let her go. My grip remained strong enough to hold onto her even though all strength in my arm was practically gone.

I could feel it wash over me quickly; a sense of unconsciousness that I had been battling had finally come to an end. I thought it was time to give in until my head broke the surface and through instinct I had opened my eyes, my mouth following as I began choking, gasping to remove the water trapped in my lungs and replace it with air. I pulled Emily from the water but her body lay still afloat, her eyes still closed and mouth open, filled with water. I wanted to shout her name to wake her up but I knew she couldn't hear me, I only pulled her with me, my arm wrapped around her waist as I pulled us both to the edge of the cliff as quickly as I could.

My vision was still blurred and I could barely concentrate on the rock ledge as I pulled my arm out of the water and reached over the flat surface. I dragged her up from the water and so that she was half laying on the edge, her legs still in the water as I lifted myself onto my knees, shakily standing to my feet as I moved in front of her and dragged her out of the water and away from the edge. I felt like I was still chocking as I looked over her still body. I was scared of losing her.

Collapsing to the ground beside her I quickly but carefully rolled her body onto her side, watching the water spill from her mouth before moving her onto her back. Her airway was clear but that wasn't going to be enough. I placed my hands over her chest, my eyes blurring as I pushed down continuing the same rhythm as I counted hoping she would awaken but she only lay still. I waited but removed my hands that were now shaking uncontrollably.

"E-Emily!"

My voice was strained, broken, as my throat swelled.

Nothing was happening, she wasn't waking up and I didn't know what to do. I put my finger by the side of her neck, under her chin as I waited to feel a pulse.

I couldn't feel anything...

"Emily…" I whispered.

? POV

I groaned loudly, torso hunching over the ropes that were tied around my chest. I felt bruises already forming on my face and stomach. I struggled to lift my chest, only for another fist to collide against my cheek sending my neck to a jolt to the side. The ropes slowly sagged, beginning to loosen from the number of times I had been thrown to each side of the mast. I yelled out in pain as my now swollen face was beaten by another fist that gave no mercy as my body was thrown to the other side of the mast, the ropes now slipping off my chest as I fell forward, my knees hitting the hardwood deck, my hands catching my fall as my bruised chest heaved for air, trying to get my breath back before they could strike another hit again.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

The loud demanding voice brought silence to the deck as numerous footsteps back away from me. I heard the owner of the voice begin to walk across the deck, each step getting louder until finally, their black leather boots stood in front of my face. I flinched as laughter escaped the man's mouth.

"I never said to go easy on him. Tie him back up!"

I groaned shutting my eyes sightly as I heard footsteps rushing on the deck until a pair of hands lifted me off the deck and threw me back against the mast, knocking the air I had been savouring at that moment. I was faced by the same group of men that reeked of alcohol and held daggers between their golden-crowned teeth.

"Let's have some real fun."

Cheers erupted on the deck as I looked up to face the owner of that voice, the captain himself, holding a devious grin on his face, his cold blue eyes shining in vengeance and enjoyment as he stood on the opposite side of the deck.

My eyes widened as a knife got thrown to my face, the blade stabbing into the wood above my head. I could feel the vibration run through the mast as I looked up to see the knife's blade stabbed into the now chipped wood. Laughter erupted on the ship as another knife went spiralling through the air before sticking into the post beside my head. The blades kept getting closer, each one only just missing my skin.

"Oh come on, is that all you got?!" The captain laughed before taking a chug of the deadly alcohol that was almost empty in the clear green bottle. I watched as he tilted the bottle up, the liquid partly missing his lips in his drunken state as it ran down his face, dripping from his poorly trimmed beard until he was satisfied enough to face me, his eyes narrowing as he dropped his now empty bottle, letting it shatter at his feet, his now empty hand reaching to his belt for his own dagger.

"Let's see some real action."

I watched as the captain stood to his side before moving his arm back. Before I could blink the blade had already stabbed into the mast, although the mast wasn't the only thing it had hit. I looked down to see the dagger beside my right arm, half of the blade into the mast and the other half had cut into the skin of my arm. I could feel the blood slowly moving down my skin, its warmth covering over the cold shivers that ran along my skin as it dripped from my fingers and landed on the deck beside my feet. The open wound began to sting as I was trapped between the rope and the mast leaving the sharp blade sitting in my skin. Cheers and laughter filled my ears while I was only left to stare down at my blood that was forming on the deck, hearing the same footsteps that I could easily distinguish as the captains approach me until I was greeted with the same leather boots.

"Someone's dirtied my decks again."

I winced as the captain took a fistful of my hair and forced me to look into his eyes. He grinned down at me, his bitter breath making my stomach turn.

"Look at the mess you made."

I gritted my teeth, my fists curling shorty after as I glared at the captain. I curled my lips before spitting the blood, which had been in my mouth from being punched in the face countless times, onto his long leather coat. The captain's fierce blue eyes turned dark as he glared back at me before looking down at his blood sprayed clothes. The crew had fallen completely silent, waiting to see what their captain was going to do.

"You foolish boy."

He forced out a light chuckle as he shook his head before suddenly colliding his fist to my face. I let out a strained yell of pain as I felt the rings covering each of his fingers break the skin on my already bruised face. My neck jolted to the side, my head falling until another punch struck the other side, one after another until I could feel swelling in my cheeks. The captain himself let out a loud groan after delivering the last punch he had in him, only stopping when he saw my body leaning helplessly beat over the ropes that were keeping me standing on my feet.

"Get the package," He said through gritted teeth while I forced myself to remain conscious.

Footsteps echoed in my ears as the ropes had been sliced with a sword causing my body to fall only to be caught and thrown over someone's shoulder. My head span and my vision remained blurred as the blood rushed to my head. There were a couple of them walking side by side the person carrying me as they moved below deck and down the hallway. I heard a door open before I was dropped onto the floor. I was left there for a moment as the groups of footsteps had left the room. I placed my hands on the wooden floor, struggling to push myself up as my eyes soon focused on the silver hook in front of my face. I shifted my eyes up to see the captain's angered face glaring down at me as he placed the hook under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"Before he comes I'm going to make your last remaining days on my ship a living hell." He growled.

Even in my state, I couldn't help but scoff.

"Do you really think he'll give you what you want?"

I grinned as the captain's eyes widened.

"That's right, I know all about your brother."

The captain's eyes then narrowed as he grabbed a fist full of my collar.

"You don't know anything. You're just a foolish boy who never should have left the island in the first place." The captain spat before roughly letting go of my shirt before pushing me to the floor.

I was unable to move my bruised limbs leaving me to only watch the captain stand to his feet. Before he could leave the room he stopped and turned back to me, a smirk resting on his face.

"Don't worry; soon enough you'll get to go back."

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter!

Do we have any predictions of how ? POV might be...

What's the captain planning?

Ben tried to save Emily but is he too late?

Where's Will and Ethan?

Find out next chapter ;)