Hi Guys! Happy Fall...or...to the cold weather. Blankets, thick comfy socks...Here it is Chapter 11...Katniss and Peeta are getting ready for the fight. Now we have to return to the ship and find out what's going on there...if you guys like this enough I might post two more chapters...just saying...let me know how you feel.
PS...I don't own The Hunger Games or Peter Pan...just an over active imgination...enjoy!
The ship, Skull's Majesty was anchored off the Never Shores. The bell tolled in the distance giving the hour. Above the familiar sound of Seagulls wafted in through the port holes. The seagulls circled the ship looking to perch themselves on one of the wooden yards of the ships mast. They squawked as they landed and took off, all of them looking for scraps to eat or fish to scoop from the surface of the water. The lapping waves of salty sea crashed against the wooden hull of the ship.
One of the crew's eldest members Mr. Templesmith swabbed the deck he hummed a little tune.
The tranquil setting and the sea air was a lullaby and contrast to the violent tempest the anxious crew members aboard the vessel encountered during the voyage. It had not been easy to navigate the ship; the storm was so severe they had gotten lost while navigating in the ether. All of the men on board were exhausted from the trip, and the ship nearly tore apart. The crew was scared to plunge to their deaths while in the midst of the heavens.
The raging tempest was unlike anything that of the seamen had ever seen. The sailors were frightened as the riggings, and the sails threatened to be torn clean off the masts. The wind buffeted the ship as if it were a leaf caught in its coil, spinning about two-throw. The sailors were used to the rough seas, but the currents in the heavens were sadistically brutal.
Many thought they would not make to see the world beneath. Others were afraid of being crushed and tossed onto the ground or the murkiness of the unknown as they rode the tides to Scotland. The trip back was even worse one of the masts broke.
As they battled to maintain control of the ship two of the men were ready to commit mutiny. Treason was spreading out quickly amongst the sailors, but Snow acted quickly. He ordered Brutus to shoot them and hand the others toss their carcasses out into the blue-black muddy current. Snow's action forced the others to think twice about protesting against the Captain. They made it to the calm waters off the Never Island and were happy, though many blamed the cargo they picked up in Seagate.
Snow did not trust any of the sailors and for a good reason.
A female no matter what the age was not to be inside ship such as theirs.
Snow set forth a plan to protect his precious captive.
Mr. Flickerman watched over the little girl with the long blond hair, which was braided in two long ponytails. She had a line of freckles running down the bridge of her nose. When she began screaming for her Uncle Peeta made Mr. Flickerman felt sorry to have sequestered the child.
His Captain had no remorse for what he had done.
This little girl had nothing to do with Katniss or the war.
She had yelled until the Captain used an injection full of sleep medicine to sedate her. The child had slept through the jagged voyage. The little one did not know the danger she was in as she slept a peaceful dreamless sleep.
Her peace was a contrast to the rest of the ships occupants who whispered about the child behind their leaders back. Snow did not want another act of defiance on his hands. He understood they were still reeling from the journey, but he was determined to enact his revenge.
The Captain wanted to keep the men busy to maintain their minds away from the fact that they had a girl on board.
The crew had taken shifts to catch up on sleep the ones awake were given the task to take on repairs. The ship had suffered considerable damages in the voyage. The Captain wanted the ship in tip top condition before he faced Katniss. He was running drills with those were not assigned to fix the ship; they were practicing hand to hand combat. Snow did not want to take chances, especially with Katniss.
Mr. Flickerman was given the task of caring for the little one since none of the others wanted to deal with a female child. They thought it a bad sign to have a girl on board. Had she been a boy there would have been no issues.
The child sighed in her sleep, grabbing hold of the blanket that was tugged under her chin she snuggled deeper and murmured in her sleep "Peeta."
He shook his head slightly as he rubbed his face.
Mr. Flickerman reasoned the Captain had his right to seek revenge against the meddlesome Pan. Katniss was trouble, and she was feisty always stole their gold and played a game of hide and seek with it. She one the stitched their sails together while they were out on a food seeking party on the island. They were until today trapped on the island.
He wanted for Katniss to pay but Mr. Flickerman thought Snow had no right to capture the innocent angle that he was in charge of.
The child was separated from her family, and in his mind was bad sport it went against his moral fiber. Mr. Flickerman was a dedicated to the life of a pirate. He understood the creed, and would follow his leader wherever the man led until this moment.
"Mr. Flickerman how is our captive?" Snow's cold eyes crossly gazed at the girl he took.
Mr. Flickerman stood up at attention, "Still asleep sir."
"Good, make sure she stays asleep." Snow dismissively said.
It was no secret the Capitan did not believe in omens when it came to women on board. He leveled a careful look at his most trusted officer. Snow wanted to have total allegiance. "I entrust her to your care; I want her fit and well for when Katniss makes her appearance. This child is of the utmost importance."
Flickerman was not a strong man, but he was cunning and used his charm to get out of many scrapes. He was also very knowledgeable in an assortment of topics. He was on of the few intelligent, coherent men on board. "Of course Captain I understand the need for due diligence."
Despite their friendship, it was well known, Captain Snow to not trust a soul. Snows loyalties always lay with himself, and that was that. He was and would never be loyal to anyone else. Glancing at the child Snow narrowed his eyes, "Mr. Flickerman I need you to find out for him the temperature of the crew with the child on board."
"This is quite simple sir; the crew doesn't care to have her running around. They are suspicious of women on board no matter what the age."
"Gah these men and their superstitious beliefs," Snow turned around he looked furious. "I need you to keep an eye on the crew."
"Sir what if she asks for food in between?"
"Feed her then, give her what she needs but make sure she is sleeping the rest of the time, is hat understood?"
Mr. Flickerman nodded.
Snow nodded then walked out of his bedroom to his antechamber. He sat down at his desk. His eyes beheld a map of the island. His fist curled possessively over it. Out loud he spoke into the quiet room, "I am one step closer to obtaining my goal."
The trip to and from Scotland had been a challenge and was despised by his crew. Snow found it exhilarating traveling from one world to the next within the span of hours. Removing his journal from his desk he wrote.
"This is the power I crave. I can foresee an armada of ships traveling back and forth to raid and plunder the shores of unexpected ports taking for myself its riches then disappearing into the night to the safe shores and live a millennium without the chance of getting caught."
Snow put down his quill.
His fingers formed a steeple as he was in deep thought. His voice was grave as he called out, "Cashmere."
At his call, the small box on his table shook.
Cashmere who was in her box opened up the lid. Her light flickered. Instead of flying out of the box, she climbed out. One of her wings was broken and could not be repaired. When Snow had found her she was dying. Meeting him was a curse and a blessing. She was no longer free to do as she pleased she was under his control because he was the only one who believed in her.
"Yes, Master Snow."
"I need you to help me beat Katniss and her Fairy."
"Your wish is my command, master."
"Good, I need information." Snow leveled a look at the small creature whose wing was injured. "Do not try to lie to me, or else I shall forget you exist."
Cashmere felt the threat of his words deep within her soul she wanted to double over, but she forced herself to stand up straight. "What do you wish to know?"
Snow stood up from his chair to glance out of the window. His hands clasped behind his back. The long white wig he wore cascaded past his shoulders.
Cashmere hated the man she loathed him with every last fiber of her being. Yet she could not leave him she needed him for her very survival.
Cashmere recalled the how she was looking to survive had flown to England. Having no more strength to go on she had fallen from the sky into a firefly trap he had made. He was a boy then, a horrid little creature with malevolent intent in his heart. He was the one who broke her wing at that age to keep her. Cashmere stopped him from killing her by telling him of the Guild of the power of the Fairies.
Snow listened and together they forged a deal.
It was a simple deal.
She helped him gain power, and he would help her get revenge on the Guild and Gala. Because of her knowledge with tonics and chemist, she kept him alive longer. Snow was older than his looks. He was four times as old as the oldest living human on board.
All these years she waited, held her end of the bargain, just so that she get her revenge on the Guild, however, she was used by Snow and did his bidding like a slave. She helped him out without recognition, causing his name to grow in stature and fear amongst the Pirates for nothing.
Because fate stepped in.
It was a great shock to find there was another cast out thriving in the world. Jo's bitterness grew when she discovered Jo had not lost her powers. She blossomed, unlike Cashmere whose light glowed, a dim pink, instead of the bright twinkle her species was known for.
It took her hundred of years for her to be able to make enough dust to levitate the ship and make it travel to and from the island. All of that was wasted because the white-haired halfwit to exact revenge on a foolish child. Snow changed his plans upon landing on the island, and her dreams were doused, and she became another possession like his shoes or his chair at disposal and easily expendable.
The Captain forced her to live here in this room in that box. None of the men except for Mr. Flickerman, who recently was made aware of her presence, knew she existed. She did not get to see the sun or the shores of Never Land.
Snow lived only for himself to Cashmere held resented him because she felt he was not going to hold his end of the bargain. He tricked her. He lied to her. He lived without her assistance now because the island suspended peoples aging. Snow was unstoppable now, and he knew it.
He turned around and stared down at her. His cold snake like eyes, spied on her as if she was some type of victim to disembowel.
"Tell me can all of your kind do what you did last night?"
Cashmere knew he was not going like the answerer. "No, they do not have the ability."
"But we were brought here?"
Cashmere slowly spoke. "You are correct. But you must recall you were all asleep in an unconscious. None of your thoughts contributed to the flight. It was a combination of Katniss and the faith of the children on board that helped bring you here."
"What do you mean by faith?" Snow hissed.
"Normal fairies depend on faith and trust to do things. The ship sailed smoothly because of that. None of the Fairies can do what I do or have done because the can only work within that parameter."
"But surely you can teach them."
"They will not be able to do what I do." Cashmere boasted, mostly to impress upon Snow how invaluable she was to him. "My kind, are born to a particular task, they do not know how and cannot do anything else but their assigned job. They do not explore past the boundaries put forward. They are limited."
"So how is it that you can do these wonders?" Snow leaned forward menacingly staring at the small sprite he could snuff out by just squashing her with his hand.
Cashmere crossed her arms, "Even if I told you, you would never be able to do it."
Snow was not having her explanation, "Why not?"
Smartly Cashmere answered, "Because you are not born from magic."
His face contorted into a mask of rage, "YOU WILL HELP ME DEFEAT KATNISS!" His words were not shouted they were said low voice, with the promise of a great wrath should he not get his way. "YOU WILL HELP ME DESTROY COIN, AND YOU WILL HELP ME RULE NEVERLAND!"
It was a stalemate, neither one wanted to give in. But after stodgily staring at each other for a long time Cashmere finally nodded. In her heart, she wanted very much to kill Snow, even if that meant her light died. Cashmere was no longer afraid to die.
"Your wish is my command master."
