Okay, I've established a well thought-out plan to take over the coffee shop. Muahahah.

No but seriously, I'm spending more time here than I spend at my house. It's worrying how much I need wifi to survive haha :D

Chapter 25: Lost At Sea

Mya's P.O.V

I've never been fond of liars.

I mean, yes, I lied occasionally. But they were mostly insignificant white lies, that just favoured me and didn't change much for anyone else.

However, I couldn't stand people who actually lied; serious lies that can only bring the worst.

And then there's the question of who you're lying to. A stranger? A parent? A friend?

Why would you lie in the first place?

To save yourself from the truth? To prevent someone from getting hurt? Or simply because your life is so uneventful and boring that you lie to create drama and potentially ruin people's lives?

I could think of one person to attribute the last of these statements.

He lied.

He lied to me, he lied to my father.

And worst of all, he didn't care.

If he had cared, he would have told me, tried to fix things... anything! But he didn't.

He didn't because he's a dickhead who only gives a damn about himself.

And what hurt the most was that I knew it.

I knew it and now I couldn't even afford to be disappointed in him.

I had created an image of him, an illusion, which was so different from who he actually was. Who I expected him to be. Who he wasn't.

I had no reason to be shocked by this news. And yet, here I was. Crouched by the side of a tree I had not left since I heard their conversation. Hugging myself with my bare arms. Shocked.

I felt lost. Alone.

The one person I had always relied on wasn't here. And the one person I had only just started to rely on had betrayed me in the worst way possible.

I could feel my throat swelling up. Like I couldn't breathe.

I remembered once, when I was eight, my father had left the Jolly Roger for business matters, and I was on board of the ship, alone apart from a couple men from the crew, who had been drinking and weren't of much company. I had wanted to go to my father so badly that I untied a dinghy and jumped in.

I thought I could have very easily got to shore. But it wasn't so easy.

The current was strong that day and the wind blew me in the opposite direction.

In only a few minutes I was dragged away from the Jolly Roger, and, unable to use the oars, I had no clue how to get back. I was lost. Lost at sea.

My throat started swelling up and I started crying. It was one of the worst experiences of my life. I was certain I was going to die there, in the storm that was brewing. But I didn't.

My father came to my rescue as soon as he returned to the ship. And the two men that were supposed to look after me were punished, quite brutally. Even though it had been mostly my fault.

Point was: he was always there.

And now that I was lost again, he wasn't here to rescue me.

No one was.

And all I could think was: "How could Peter do this? I thought we were-" What? Friends? We were never friends. And we were never anything more than that either.

Maybe he was just using me. I probably meant nothing to him.

I looked down at my chest, the anchor was still tied to the string around my neck. I detached an arm from around my body and ripped it off, throwing it to the ground.

If he thought he could buy me with a stupid pendant, he was wrong.

I wanted to see my father.

But clearly that was never going to happen.

I restrained myself from crying. I was not going to cry. I couldn't. Not now.

I had to go back to camp. Pretend nothing happened. That was the only way things were going to work out.

If Peter found out I knew, if I confronted him, who knows what he'd do? I doubt he'd still keep me at the camp, wandering around free, knowing I hated him now.

And I did. I despised him.

But if he knew that, he'd never let me out of his sight. He'd be afraid that I'd plan something against him.

Which I had every intention of doing.

I was getting out of this island.

I would find a way.

And acting normal was the best way to handle things. So he wouldn't suspect a thing.

Patting myself mentally on the back, I stood up, brushed away my tears (which had fallen despite my attempts to stop them), and walked back to camp.

Pretending not to hate Peter was easier said than done. I avoided him all day. Which was pretty obvious. I just hoped he didn't suspect anything.

"Are you avoiding me?" I jumped in surprise when he appeared in front of me. I had been lost in thought, sitting on a fallen tree trunk.

Well, I guess he did notice.

"...No." I lied. A 'white' lie, just to clarify.

"Doesn't seem like it. Where have you been all day?" He asked, suspiciously. Where have I been? Well I spent most of the day hiding from him.

"I... Err... Took a walk." Okay, my lying wasn't excellent, but that was really lame.

He raised an eyebrow. "To where?" Crap. He was onto me.

"Just around the island. I needed to clear my head." I used his own words against him.

He smirked, seeing what I did there. "From what?"

"Everything." A déjà vu of our previous conversation. The one we had before I found out he was a lying asshole. I smiled, hoping my fake smile was better than my lying.

He sat down next to me. I resisted the urge to shift away from him.

"Where's the necklace?" Oh... crap.

Time to improve a fake shocked-face.

"What?" I pretended to be surprised, looking down. "Oh, I didn't realize- It must have fallen." Okay, maybe I faked it being too worried. "You should work on materializing strings. It's not your strong point apparently." I finished off by mocking him.

His face relaxed into a grin. "Don't worry. I can find it easily." Great. If he could find a necklace in a whole island, he could surely find me... anywhere.

"So, what did Felix want earlier today?" I didn't want to imply anything, but it would have been stranger had I not asked.

I was almost hoping he'd confess. So I'd have no reason to hate him. "Nothing worth while." But of course, he didn't.

"Ah." Liar.

I wasn't in the mood to fight with him. Which is what would have happened had I opened my mouth again. So I simply stood up and said: "I have to go… pee." Yeah. That's the best I could come up with.

I wasn't good at improvisation okay?

He raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless.

I trotted through the forest until I reached the beach. I sat down on the sand, even though I hated sand.

I gazed longingly at the sea. It reminded me of my dad.

The dad that I might never see again. Because of him.

And just as I thought that, I noticed a spiral of water had appeared in the ocean.

I frowned, confused. But my frown turned into a smile as a ship came through the spiral.

A red ship with white sails, captained by a one-handed pirate.

I stood up, and rubbed my eyes. Just making sure I wasn't hallucinating. I wasn't.

"Dad." I spoke under my breath. Relief washed over me.

I would have run to him if I'd known how to run on water. Unfortunately I had yet to master that skill. So I just stood there. Waiting for the ship to get close to shore.

He was back.

Just like when I was eight. He came to save me.

HOOK IS BACK :D YAY!

I kinda feel sorry that every time Peter and Mya get somewhat close I make Peter ruin it... oh well. C'est la vie.

Let me know what you think is going to happen and if you enjoyed this chapter! thank you all for the lovely reviews :))