"You want to what?" Zeke asked.

"Find this Hook, which if you maybe have forgotten, is also a villain?" Penelope questioned.

I shrugged. "Look, Peter Pan has it out for me, especially considering I still owe him a fight."

"You don't owe him anything," Quinton said. "What, you can't face down Peter Pan so you go after the second best option?"

I shook my head. "Look, we need to find this pixie dust, we need to get more than we have, or we won't have a way home...the pixie dust is our means home, and sure, there is enough in the bag for maybe two of us...but Peter Pan, is going to sabotage any attempts to retrieve any more until he has his fight."

Zeke looked at Quinton, and Quinton's shoulders slumped. "She's right. It was a deal struck...and what he wants..."

"He gets," I said.

"We can't split up though," Quinton said. "After what happened..."

"No, not all of us, just me," I said.

"No," Quinton ordered.

"Quinton, you need to stick to the rest of the group. I may owe Peter Pan a fight, but that isn't the death sentence that is hanging over your neck," I said. "You've started to understand how the Lost Boys work, maybe with Peter Pan distracted at what I'm doing..."

"He won't be focusing on us retrieving the dust," Zeke added. "Makes sense."

I grabbed another bag that was provided for me. "Can you handle a crossbow?" Nova asked as she handed the weapon.

"Pretty much," I said. I took it gratefully.

"I'm going with you," Quinton insisted.

"No," I said. "I'm still somewhat expendable, but you guys need to make it out."

Quinton wanted to protest, but I motioned subtly towards Zeke. "We agreed to have each other's backs," I said. "Maybe, in some way, you can have mine, even if you're not with me." I rubbed my neck as if there was an itch, and Quinton's eyes widened. It was up to him to get the killer switch. I had much more important things to focus on.

"Be careful,"

I nodded and started walking. I made sure the crossbow was armed, and Penelope had given me a quiver that I could strap along my belt. I was walking for another two hours, and all I could hear was the leaves rustling, the birds singing in choirs and the ocean crashing against the sand.

"Interesting tactic, leaving them behind,"

I kept on walking, ignoring Peter Pan. If he wanted to attack me, I'd stab him with an arrow. After all, he just catches the stupid stuff if I shoot it at him.

"Don't you ever give up?" I asked him and stopped. I took a step back, startled. He was very close.

"I only stop, when I win," Peter Pan said.

I shook my head. "Don't you see? You already have, every time, every life you take! All we wanted is some pixie dust which grows on trees!" I throw my hands up, exasperated. "Instead, you throw me into a cage, killed Maddox, nearly had Quinton die, and threaten to keep me locked up for eternity. You may have helped with finding the Pixie dust and the truth about my neck, but other than that? You've made my life a living hell!"

"I did not refer to be careful of your teammates because of the thing in your neck...which is, by the way, an interesting thing to know," Peter Pan chuckled. "You truly have no idea what pixie dust does...do you?"

"It makes you fly?" I placed my hands on my hips. Peter Pan chuckled then turned to face the ocean.

"Only if you believe and so much more," Peter Pan looked at me, and I took a deep breath. He looked about my age, strangely enough, and so friendly and deviously cute. Which also made him so darn dangerous. Why on earth was I even thinking about that? I shoved the thoughts aside and focused on the anger I had towards him. I was getting distracted, and against an ancient teenage villain, that wasn't the brightest idea.

"Sure, and telling me so much more, will get me to understand everything about you," I said and cross my arms. "So, got your boy band to come and force me in a cage again?"

Peter Pan gave a smug smile, and I seriously wanted to punch him. He always knew something, something that would beat me. What did he know now?

"As I said before, you're special, you cannot be caged, you're meant to be free,"

I frowned. I liked the sound of that, but that coming from Peter Pan was trouble. "Thank you," I said and started walking again. Peter Pan followed me, keeping up with my pace with no trouble at all.

"You do realize that when we relieved you of your weapons, we had all the knives and pearls and whatever specialties you had in store...right?"

I stopped. "You obviously missed some," I said and turned to Peter Pan. "What's the point of this conversation?"

"Oh, you mean the pearls and combat knife tucked in your boot?" Peter Pan raised his eyebrow and I took a step back from him. He chuckled.

"On a world that runs on belief, you certainly have mastered it without even knowing," Peter Pan disappeared, and I was left shell-shocked.

Did I actually summon the pearls and the knife? I had certainly believed that I could escape...I shook my head. That was impossible.

I forced myself to continue forward. Making my way around the island. I half expected for Peter Pan to reappear, but he didn't. I felt strangely disappointed. I somewhat liked the snappy banter, someone I could vent out on, but the whole journey around the island was done in silence. Leaving me with my thoughts. How on earth could I have summoned the knives and even the pearls? Why do I have still a few tucked in my boot if they removed it? Would Quinton manage to get the remote trigger? And most importantly, would we get the pixie dust? And what could it do? I moaned. Peter Pan had successfully planted questions in my mind. It scared me. Why did headquarters want it so desperately that they kept sending world warpers despite the high failure rate?

I stopped in my tracks as I reached an interesting point on the island. It had a rocky surface that reached far into the ocean, and right there, was a ship. The Jolly Roger.

That was supremely easy. Realizing I did not want to fall just yet into the pirate's radar. I waited until nightfall in the bushes on the edge of the forest, keeping an eye on the ship. Sure, there was commotion and bustling, but no one left or entered the boat. However, I had some prior knowledge of boats, especially in the Caribbean some years back, and I've had some experience with pirates there too. I could imagine that they were no gentleman and I'd have to find some motivation for them to help me. I'd imagine a magic pearl or two could suffice.

Sure enough, the boat also got quiet, and apart from a single post on the boat, I could sneak in with no problems. I climbed up the chain of the anchor and softly stepped onto the boat. Sure enough, the pirate watching was drunk, with a bottle in his hand. Even if he spotted me, I was sure I could knock him out before he warned anyone. But that was not necessary. I slipped into what I assumed was the captain's quarters below deck.

I was surprised to find the room empty. It was small, with bottles of rum in most of the cupboards, maps on the desk and gold bags scattered here and there.

Then I heard a click of a gun and I scolded myself internally. I knew this was too easy.

"Careful there, love," the man spoke. "Now turn around, nice and easy."

"Hook?"

"That's Captain to you."

I raised my hands in surrender then turned. It was my turn to raise my eyebrow in surprise.

Captain Hook was hot!

Hey readers!

So I'm publishing two chapters today, hope you all enjoy! Please comment if you like this story. :)This story gets more interesting and complicated, and even I am still figuring out how it's gonna go, and I can see a few more twists coming along, so please sit back, relax and keep on believing!