The children traveled for several days and nights. John tried to keep track of how long they had been flying, only to lose track around day six. Greg and Mycroft bickered about whether they'd crossed this sea or landmark before, and John would try to give them a reasonable answer, though he was just as unsure. Sherlock and Molly led the way, soaring up and down above the clouds. John never stopped being amazed at the fact that they really were flying. He and Sherlock occasionally talked during their journey, but the latter normally kept quiet and to himself. For meals, Sherlock taught the brothers how to take food from the birds. It was very tricky, but they began to become skilled hunters. They drank water from the clouds. Learning how to fly while sleeping was dangerous. Greg had nearly dropped to the sea when he first tried, so supervision was vital. Sherlock had saved him, but had waited until the last moment. He said that he wanted to experiment with how fast he could fly. John noticed that Sherlock didn't eat or sleep very often. When he asked his new friend, he was told that sleeping and eating slowed him down, and he thought best on an empty stomach.
Sherlock also had the habit of forgetting he had companions. On many occasions, he would turn around and say "Oh! I forgot all about you lot. Who are you?"
"I'm John," John would answer.
"Oh, right. John. Keep telling me that and I'll remember. How long have you been following me?" John was patient with him, even though his brothers began to doubt.
"What if he flies ahead and forgets us permanently?" Mycroft asked as they crossed another body of water.
"He won't," John answered. "I trust that he won't."
"We could always turn around and fly home though, couldn't we?" asked Greg.
"I'm not sure I remember the way," John said truthfully. "We just have to keep trusting Sherlock."
"I'm starting to think that we'll never get to Neverland," Mycroft said, clutching his umbrella close to him.
"We will, don't worry."
Sherlock slowed down so that the brothers would catch up. "Do you see it?"
"See what?" John asked.
"Neverland!"
John looked down at where the clouds were parted and felt a smile form on his face. Below him was a beautiful island, glimmering in the sunlight.
"Mycroft, there's the mermaid lagoon!"
"Look at the turtles, John!"
"And there's a peacock with broken feathers!"
"Greg, there's the camp of the Homeless Network!"
Sherlock was a little annoyed that they knew so much about the island. He felt a twinge of fear mixed with excitement as his eyes found the pirate ship off the coast.
"Would you like to go on an adventure now, or would you rather have tea first?" he asked John.
"Well, it'd be nice to have something warm to drink," John answered, "so tea first."
"What kind of adventure?" Mycroft asked.
Sherlock grinned. "How would you boys like to see some pirates?"