I stared out at the clear blue sky, twirling a piece of grass around and around in my fingers. The light breeze made the grassy cliff top dance, like every bit was choreographing a special performance, just for me. I tore my eyes away from the sky and let them rest on a ship which was on the waters. It looked old and worn. The sails were torn and many of its occupants seemed to be asleep, for there wasn't a single being on deck.
I bit my lip as I pondered the fact of having a relative in that ship who was more than ready to kill me. A shudder went down my spine at the thought of facing James Hook, of having to defeat him. I had a whole different world counting on me to save them, their hopes on my shoulders. The words exchanged in Raybha's tent we all privately agreed stayed in the tent, because I needed to figure a plan before telling the others.
Peter was incredibly angry when we left last night, still going on about me not having a chance in this, and that I was going to die before I even got close to Hook. We had a weeny little argument about it…and….oh, who am I kidding. We had a full-on shouting match on the very cliff top I occupied now.

"How else am I supposed to defeat him?", I threw at him.

"You're not going to! Don't you see? It's pointless even preparing for it!"

I pointed my finger at him. "When you asked for my help, what was going through your mind? How'd you think I was going to help Neverland?"

"We didn't know it had anything to do with Hook at that time!" , he said angrily.

"Well how did you think I was going to save Neverland anyways?"

"I don't know!"

"Well I guess you should have thought of that BEFORE you came looking for me!"

He stalked off then. Well. He actually flew off, but you get what I mean. And I stayed on the cliff top, too anxious and angry to return to camp, for fear of Aaya or someone else asking what Raybha said.

For as long as I could remember, music always calmed me. It was always there when I needed it, sort of like when people have a stress ball to squeeze when they get angry. Any emotion could be sorted for me through music though. So I left my phone play music all night. Ed Sheeran, Adele, Taylor Swift and a bit of Paramore. Mostly Ed Sheeran though, because most of his songs kind of pull at your heartstrings, and that's what I needed. I had no network, surprise surprise. Well, I wasn't exactly expecting Meteor to have power lines here, but I couldn't help being a bit hopeful.

A person came onto the deck of the ship. I leaned in, squinting my eyes for a closer look. Maybe I would know Hook if I saw him. Maybe we even had some resemblance. God, that would be horrifying.
I kept my eyes on the person, watching their every move. Of course, I was disappointed yet again. It seemed to be just another one of the crew, because they sat down on the deck and seemed to loose balance, and his head gave a small thwack as it encountered the ground. Before long, the pirate turned around. I looked hopefully, but he stayed where he was. Drunk.

"Hey."

I gave a small start and looked. Curly was a few centimetres behind me, looking the tiniest bit ashamed. He surprised me even more by eventually coming forward and plopping down on the soft grass beside me.

"Hi" , I said.

"I, um, just wanted to say sorry…y'know, for yesterday?"

I was completely shocked. It took me a minute to register the words and realize my mouth was hanging open.

"Oh" , was all I could say. "Well, thanks. I'm sorry too."

He looked at me, confused. "What for?"

I grinned awkwardly. "For being so hard to kill a first time."

He gave a small laugh. "Ah, I'll get over it."

I smiled and looked out to the ship again, keeping a close watch.

"And I wanted to say…well…it's not really any of my business…but…"

I looked at Curly, interested.

"Well" , he said shiftily. "I heard you and Peter last night."

I turned back to the ship, inhaling deeply. "Oh" , I gave a harsh laugh. "That. Well…did you hear much?"

"Everything" , he admitted. "I wasn't eavesdropping though. I swear!"

"It's okay" , I said, sighing. "It was probably hard not to hear us anyways. Well, if you did hear everything, you'll know that I have to…"

"Defeat Hook. Yeah."

"Why doesn't Peter believe I can do it?" , I asked.

Curly looked out towards the sea. "It's hard to explain."

"Surprise me" , I said bitterly.

He gave a small smile. "Ever since we defeated Hook, a long time ago, Peter has always been a little tetchy if anyone ever mentioned him. I think he secretly hopes Hook might change."

"Do you think he will?"

Curly shook his head. "No. It's permanent. The man's demented."

"That I can believe."

"Yeah."

"But…it still doesn't really answer my question."

Curly shrugged. "Peter thinks it's his fault Hook went bad, seeing as he blames himself for getting us here in the first place."

I frowned. "But he said Hook fell with the Orb."

"Hook did. Peter still blames himself for getting us to break into the shop when he was lying."

"So what has that got to do with my question?"

"Peter blames himself for a lot of things, see. So, if you get killed, he'll blame himself. He thinks it'll be his fault…and I don't suppose he wants you to die."

I snorted. "I wouldn't count on that. He barely even knows me, I doubt he really cares whether I live or die. I know he's just worried about Neverland, although he has a right to. End of story."

Curly raised his eyebrows. "I'm sure that's not true" , he said softly.

I raised my eyebrows back at him. "Want a bet?"

He groaned. "Yes. If I win, you stop making that ridiculous song sound."

I winced. "Aww, come on. You've got to love a bit of Paramore once in a while. It's great music!"

"I'm not sure deafening monkeys is great music."

"Oh! That really hurt, deep down" , I said sarcastically.

He laughed and I joined in. For a moment, it was perfect. I was sitting on a cliff top in a magical world, joking with a person I once thought an enemy. But the laughter soon died down, and Curly left, looking a bit guilty. He just said "Seeya" and shuffled away.
I picked up my Blackberry and switched the music off, preserving as much battery as possible before it died and became useless. I heard a small thud and whipped around to face Peter. I gasped and stood there like an idiot for a moment, before finally coming to terms with reality. I began to march off. I wasn't in the mood for another fight.

"Wait."

I turned around. "What?" My voice was hardened.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Ask away" , I said icily. "But be quick, if you don't mind. I've got to work out how to magically defeat Hook without going anywhere near him."

He ignored my sarcasm. "D'you really reckon I wouldn't care if you were killed?"

I glared at him. "You were listening!" Then I realized. "That's why Curly left! You were there and he must've seen you!"

He wouldn't meet my eyes. "Yeah" , he said to the ground sheepishly. "Sorry."

" 'Sorry' does not even begin to COVER what you've been at!"

"I know" , he said to the ground again. Then he looked up.

"Do you think I wouldn't care though? D'you?"

"As a matter of fact, Peter, yes, I do."

"Really?" , he said, looking sad.

"Really" , I repeated firmly. "Thoroughly and clearly. Are you done now?"

"Yes."

"Brilliant."

I turned on my heel and marched off. I half expected for him to call me again, but he didn't. And I hated to admit it, but I was much too proud to turn back round and tell him I didn't mean it.
Of course I didn't. I only said those words to make them hurt, and it looks like it did the trick.

Congratulations, Remy, I told myself angrily. You've been there two days and already you're proving to be a bitch. Awesome.

I was continually giving myself grief until my phone beeped. I frowned as I realised it was my text message tone. I still received texts in Neverland! I took it out, curious.

Where are you? Did you go for a walk this morning? Love, Mammy xx

I gasped and my eyes brimmed with tears. I switched the phone off and put it back in my pocket. Soon I was running as fast as I could towards some trees, tears racing down my cheeks. I'd completely forgotten about Mam and Joseph, and that they'd notice I was missing.

I went as deep into the trees as my legs allowed me, jumping over logs and shrubs. I was gasping for breath, but I didn't care. It reminded me of that horrible and unforgettable day when I was trying to track down Joseph from his screams. As soon as I checked nobody was around, I dropped to the ground, tears everywhere, blurring up my eyes. I curled up into a ball, my breathing completely beyond my control. I didn't even try. I was a little surprised at how much I was an emotional wreck on two legs. This thought went through my mind, unnoticed. I took out my phone and glared at it blindly, the image blurred.

"It's your fault!" , I screeched. I flung it with all my power against the tree across from me, and it impacted with a large CLANG before falling to the ground. I was hoping to break the screen, but it impacted on its back.

I wailed even louder, giving up completely on being discreet. I hugged my knees on the ground, the image of my Mam whirling around in my mind.

She was crying with about the same amount of control I had. I could make out her words, and even though I knew it was my head playing tricks on me, it shattered my heart.

"All my daughters are gone" , she whispered. "And they will never come back."