I had coffee a little later today... haha :) I hope you enjoy this chapter and before you ask, I will say what happened on the ship between Peter and Hook. Just not now.. *evil laugh*

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Chapter 18: Anchor

Mya's P.O.V

Tinkerbelle listened as I explained everything that happened on the ship, and how I got to shore. Thanks again, Peter. I swear I'd hit that kid with a shovel if he didn't have the power to bury me under fifty feet of sand with a flick of a finger.

Just about when I finished telling her what happened, I saw the Jolly Roger start to surround itself in pixie dust. I watched in awe as it attached itself all around the ship; the sails, the deck... everywhere! It was beautiful and painful to watch at the same time. Slowly, the Jolly Roger started to rise from the ocean.

"I should be on that ship." I sighed, and sat down on the sand.

"It's not your fault, Mya." Tink reassured me, sitting down next to me. "It's no one's fault."

"It's Peter's fault." I corrected her. The ship rose up high enough from the sea and started to fly out of sight. "I should be there with my father. But no. I have to stay here, stuck with that psychopath."

I heard a cough from behind us. "Who are we calling a psychopath?" I twisted around to see Peter leaning on a tree trunk.

"Err... no one." I scratched my ear awkwardly. I did not need to get on his bad side now that I had no escape. Although him appearing behind me every time I insulted him wasn't exactly my fault. He should choose his timing more carefully.

"I doubt your lying will ever improve." He commented, detaching himself from the tree. "So you might as well stop trying."

"If I were lying, you wouldn't know I was. So my lying skills are so excellent you think I'm lying, when I'm not, but I probably am." I mumbled. Peter furrowed his eyebrows. I wasn't quite sure what I had said either.

"I'm starting to regret keeping you here." He admitted.

I smiled sweetly at him. "Then maybe you should have let me go with my father."

"And what would ensure me that he would return?" He made a good point. But still. Asshole.

While we were bickering, I almost forgot Tinkerbelle was there, watching us curiously. "I should leave." She started to stand up, but Peter stood in her way.

"Where do you think you're going?" He raised an eyebrow. Tinkerbelle took a step away from him, but kept silent. "I agreed to let you live on this island on the terms that you wouldn't get in my way. You helping the pirate escape was getting in my way."

"She didn't do anything." I interjected, defending Tink.

"Stay out of this, Mya." He ordered.

"I won't if you're planning to hurt Tink. I know what you do to people who disappoint you." I continued, referring to a certain Lost Boy.

Peter crossed his arms. "You'll only make things worse for her if you keep talking."

Urgh.

"Mya, he's right, don't get in the middle of this." Tinkerbelle added. I frowned. I was only trying to help.

"See? Even your friend agrees." He spat out the word 'friend'. "It would be preferable for you to leave before I make you." He lifted his hand up, ready to poof me away again.

I lifted both my hands up in surrender and walked away. Stupid Peter. Did he really think he could get rid of me so easily? I entered the forest, but as soon as I felt their attention shift from me, I turned back around and spied on them behind a tree.

...My hiding spots weren't getting any better.

"What do plan on doing to me?" Tinkerbelle asked, headstrong. But you could tell she was slightly frightened.

"Nothing." He replied simply, shocking both of us.

"What?" Tink asked incredulously.

"You heard me." He continued, "I intend to let this one slide. However-," Ah, here it goes... "There is one condition."

Tinkerbelle sighed. "What is it?"

"Stay away from Mya." What? "You're not to speak to her, or see her, or have any contact with her whatsoever." I wanted to leave my hiding spot and strangle him to death. What was the point of this condition? Tink was my only friend. I couldn't loose her too!

Tinkerbelle shifted uncomfortably, and she took a while to answer. "Fine." I knew she had no choice, but it still hurt. Was Peter deliberately trying to leave me friendless?

Peter grinned. "Glad we agree." And with that, he vanished.

I wanted to go up to Tinkerbelle, say something. But what was the point? Peter would find out and who knows what he'd do to Tink then.

I decided to make the mature choice for once and slowly leave without crushing any dry leaves as I went. And of course, failing. But Tinkerbelle didn't seem to notice.

I'm not sure how, but I managed to get to camp. It was dark already so the Lost Boys were engaged in their usual dancing around a campfire facade.

Peter was nowhere to be seen.

"The Lost Girl has returned." A voice commented from the darkness. As I moved closer, I saw Felix sitting on a log, fiddling with two sticks in his hands.

"You must be delighted." I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"I told you. Peter Pan never fails." Yeah. I know.

"There's just one thing I don't understand." I started.

"Do I care?" He sounded bored, his eyes fixed on his sticks.

I ignored him and continued. "If Peter needed my heart, why am I not dead?"

He seemed reluctant to answer. "There was a... misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?" I frowned. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means your heart is no longer needed." Felix replied.

"But-" I was interrupted by a different voice this time.

"So many questions, Mya." Why did he always have to appear in the most inopportune moments?

"That's because you fail to give me any actual answers." I told him.

"You shouldn't need answers, because you shouldn't have questions." He strode towards me. "Remember: you're a guest here."

I scoffed. "More like prisoner."

"See it as you please." He shrugged. "Point is you're disposable. So don't give me reasons to dispose of you." I had a feeling I didn't want to know what he meant by 'dispose'.

"Disposable?" Well... that was offensive. "You need me for insurance, remember?"

"You really think your father wouldn't come back? And by the time he finds out you're dead, I'll have what I sent him for and he'll go home empty handed." He grinned wickedly. "Either way, I win." I shivered. He wouldn't actually do that? Would he? The answer was simple as it was dreadful: of course he would.

I decided it was better to change subject before I completely ruined any chances of survival here.

"So, what was the thing you sent him to look for?" I asked, trying to look casual... It wasn't going too well.

"Nothing that concerns you." I knew he'd say something like that.

"I'm gonna find out sooner or later, so you might as well tell me." I informed him.

"Perhaps. But not now." He placed a hand round my back and started to lead me (more like push me) forwards. "Now, you should get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

I decided not to ask what he meant by 'big day'. Sometimes it was more convenient not to. "But all the Lost Boys are still dancing! And they're way younger than me." I wined, trying to keep my feet from moving as he kept pushing me towards the tree trunk.

"They may look younger, but they're not, technically." Well, that was a disturbing thought.

"Right, I almost forgot you're about a thousand years old." I snapped. The image of Peter with white hair and a beard suddenly popped into my head… That wasn't a good look for him.

"Keep walking, Jones." He warned as we entered the tree trunk. I moved away from him and sat on his hammock. I might as well make the best of this arrangement. A piece of pie appeared in my hand. The very best. I looked up to smirk at Peter, show him he couldn't get to me so easily, but he was gone. I shrugged and finished my pie.

I was about to lie down and get some sleep when I noticed an object left on the small wooden table by the hammock.

I outstretched my hand to reach it and picked it up.

I examined it between my fingers; it was made out of wood into the shape of an anchor. I wondered why and who made it but before I could even begin to contemplate it, my eyes begun to close and I drifted into a heavy sleep. My hand slowly enclosed around the wooden anchor.

Okay, no cliffhanger this time... haha, even though the last one still stands ;) I wasn't sure how the Peter/Mya relationship should be right now... I think it's pretty much the same but maybe she should be more angry at him since, you know, he's keeping her prisoner here by force. And he prevented her only friend from seeing her... Poor Mya :'(

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