I honestly hate writing filler chapters...

Oh well... here we go!

Chapter 11: Fishing

"Okay, this isn't working." My father exclaimed as I missed his sword, once again.

"…Actually I believe I'm making improvements." I defended.

He shook his head at me. "You're not focusing. You're not…" Without finishing the sentence he took the sword I was holding and dropped it to the ground with his.

"Why did you do that?" I frowned. He didn't answer me.

"Hit me."

"...What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You want to know how to protect yourself?" I nodded. "Then hit me."

"I'm not gonna hit you, dad." I told him.

"Then I won't help you."

I groaned, and reluctantly clenched my fingers into a fist, and punched his chest.

He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. "Is that all you got?"

"I'm trying!" I complained.

"No, you're not. You're scared of hurting me but you won't. If you want to be able to fight you have to let it all out; the anger, the hate-"

"I don't hate you." I said.

"I left you on an island with Pan."

"...Fair enough." He made a good point. I hit him again, harder this time.

"Good. But not good enough." I sighed. "You have to focus. Think of why you're doing this, think about what you're fighting for."

I nodded, he positioned himself and I closed my eyes, focusing. When I opened them I mustered up all the anger I had inside of me and smashed my fist against his jaw.

His hand came up to his mouth, spitting blood.

"Dad! I'm so sorry, I-"

"No, it's ok. I'm proud of you." He said, smiling. I flinched; half of his mouth was covered with blood ...Oops? "Now that you can do that, we can finally start learning how to use swords."

After about three hours of non-stop sword fighting, my father stopped.

"That's enough training for today." He breathed heavily. Obviously tired. I was too, but I was getting good at this... well, as good as I could get.

I pouted. "But I was getting a hang of it!"

"Exactly. You won't beat him-" Pfft, yeah I could. "But you certainly can hit him… At least once. And that's all you need."

"Okay. So now we find a way off the island?" I suggested, mentally crossing 'learn how to sword fight' off my to-do list.

"Not yet. First the squid ink." He corrected, "I'll go get it. Smee-" Mr. Smee hurried towards us. "Prepare a dinghy."

"Wait- no I'm coming with you." I complained.

My father shook his head. "No way. You'll remain on the boat. Safe."

I raised my eyebrows. "Shall I remind you what happened the last time you left me here?" He sighed in surrender. I smirked. I finally got through to him.

"Fine. But don't leave my sight." He told me, and we both headed to the dinghy Smee had prepared. "Maybe we'll even manage to find my incompetent crew." My father commented sarcastically.

I knew he didn't think that of his men, he was just reassuring himself that that was the reason they hadn't returned. I hoped so too.

Third Person

"So, how are our prisoners holding up?" Peter asked Felix brightly.

"They're in the cages, as you ordered." The lost boy replied, glancing up at the two wooden cages that were hung up on the highest trees close to camp. Both cages were packed with pirates.

Pan smiled, pleased. "I assume it's only a matter of time before our dear captain will come searching for them."

"I doubt he'll bring the girl with him." Felix spoke quietly.

"I'll take care of the girl. Just be here when he comes."

Pan was about to leave when Felix's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Did you send the shadow?" He asked.

"Yes." Pan turned around to face him. "But what I asked him to look for was very particular. I doubt he'll be back soon."

"So you'll wait?" Pan raised an eyebrow in confusion, so Felix continued. "Before you take her heart."

Peter smirked. "I waited long enough."

Mya's P.O.V

"Here," my father handed me a black leather belt where you could keep your swords. "You'll need it to carry this." He pulled out a shiny silver sword, I recognized it immediately, it was my mothers. Yes, my mother was a badass bitch. Why did I turn out so lazy then? I ignored that unanswerable question and reached out for the sword.

"It's so... heavy." I finished lamely. It really was though. My father laughed and took it away from me, replacing it with the belt.

"That's what this is for." He referred to the belt. I placed it around my waist, but it was too big.

"It's too big." I wined, pulling at the belt to show him.

He rolled his eyes at me. "You need to tighten it." He said matter-of-factly, tightening my belt for me.

I wiggled to test it. It fit perfectly. "Oh."

"Now, ladies first." He nodded towards the dinghy. I took my mothers sword from him and tied it onto my belt, then entered the small wooden boat.

As soon as we reached the shore with the dinghy, I jumped off, followed by my father.

"So, how do we get this ink?" I asked eagerly.

"First, we need to find the squid." My father explained.

"Are you proposing we go fishing?" I said sarcastically.

"No." He bent down to grab a pretty-looking shell which was lying on the damp sand. "We use this." I stared at him as if he had gone nuts (as a matter of fact I'm not quite sure he hadn't), as he blew into it.

"What was that f-" I was interrupted by a loud sound coming from the ocean. I slowly turned to see a giant squid was standing before us. It took all the restrain I had not to scream. "Now what?" I panicked.

"Now, we kill it."

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tell me what you think! the next chapter will be better, I'm so sorry you had to read this lol I'm just so tired right now and... i don't even have an excuse for this... ANYWHO I still hope you maybe might have liked it(?)

I'LL WORK SUPER HARD ON THE NEXT ONE! And there will be more Peter/Mya scenes.. and a lot will be explained. I'll just go sleep now before I start rambling so bye :)

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