THIS IS AN IMPORTANT WARNING. LIKE REALLY IMPORTANT
I will recap at the beginning of the next chapter if you wish to skip.
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS: RAPE,SEXUAL ABUSE OF CHILDREN, AND CRUDE LANGAUGE. VERY GRAPHIC.
Michael remembered idly the first time he had come to Neverland, he shook his head at the thought, and knew there had never been that much fire. He brushed himself off, noting that he had landed in sand, and that despite the fire he had accumulated as he fell, he was miraculously unburned. He ran a hand through his shoulder length hair and waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He couldn't remember much about the island, he had only really seen the Hallow and the Indian village, so the cool water that lapped at the back of his feet forced him to realize that he was near neither, and was quite lost.
He looked around, the brilliant stars shone brighter than Michael could ever remember them doing back in London, and he allowed their unfaltering glow to light the world around him.
He turned around and was startled by the immenseness of the ocean that was spread out before him. He turned back again to get a better look at the land where he had fallen and smiled, though he could not see any of the places he remembered, he had conveniently landed right where he needed to be. Cannibal Cove.
Jumping in the soothing water, Michael swam towards the menacing ship. He held his breath as he came towards the thing, looking at the light pouring out of small cannon holes. Then, piercing the night like a knife slicing through water, a high pitched scream broke into a sob from inside the ship. Michael's blood ran cold. He knew that choosing the Pirates as his partners wasn't the safest decision, but he didn't remember them as being truly awful, only Captain Hook, and Hook was dead. Suddenly, he remembered he could fly and moved to hover outside a cannon hole, moving to see which one gave him the best view of what was happening. It took him just a moment to get his bearings and realize just what was happening.
He proceeded to retch quietly as he laid his eyes on the on goings of the Jolly Rodger.
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There was a boy, skinnier than what could possibly be healthy, with shaggy black hair, and dark olive-toned skin. He was absolutely covered with lacerations, huge gashes that ran in every direction across his body. The boy was laid across a wooden table, his pale rump positioned high in the air.
"Look at this boy, he's 'ard for us. He wants it, the wanton slut." A rather drunk, and large, Pirate hollered, his backwards hands desperately grasping at the poor boy's behind. "Hope you din' expect Ol' Petey to save, ye, he's brought that bitch back. He din' need ye, not like Noodler needs ye." The Pirate grunted as he forcefully entered the small boy from behind. The boy shuddered and let out one more scream that transformed into a gut wrenching sob. Other Pirates cat called form around them and slung their own taunts and slurs at the crying boy.
"Faggot." Bill Jukes hissed into the boy's ear before pulling his pants down and roughly pushing himself into the boy's mouth. He took another large swing of the drink.
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Michael became sick again.
He felt awful, but he couldn't watch any longer, and he couldn't interfere or it would ruin his plans. Michael flew up to the deck of the ship, packing away the small part of his innocence he thought he had left and burying it somewhere deep within himself, along with the shattered remains of his pride.