WARNING: This chapter is very long and very dark. Read at your own risk if you wanna know how it all happened.

Also, for future reference because I know a lot of people might have just skipped ahead (honestly I would too lol) but just to make this clear, Izzy is the only one who can hear Morgan's spirit. Cubby can't. Skulls can't. So they just have no clue of what's going on.

(August 4)

The gloomy cloudy skies had cleared and I asked Cubby if we should go take Bucky out for a sail. After all it was such a beautiful sunny day, such a big difference from the gross sticky humid weather we've been experiencing. I needed a little sun to brighten me up. He agreed and we set sail first thing in the morning. Morgan was still following me and appearing in my mind, only it went from once a day to once an hour. We were now going on a month of our new companionship and I wouldn't wish one moment of it on my worst enemy of enemies. Sometimes I wondered if I should just give into her and let this all be over….but I just couldn't. I still held on to hope because I knew I was going to get through this. But now…after a month I wasn't so sure how much longer I could survive with just hope. Not much longer.

The wind rushed through my golden brown hair as I steered Bucky on the still ocean. Skully was perching on one of the yards and Cubby was leaning on the rails. I noticed he had been staring at me for a while, giving me a scan of some sort. I'll admit I was a bit nervous while doing so. It's been a while since I've been up at the wheel. Back when Jake was here, I was the lieutenant, he was the captain. I barely took over the job of being in charge until now. I sighed at the thought of my old friend. I missed him. Badly. But then I realized I was nearly about to flip the ship over, because I had been lost in my thoughts and lost my control on the wheel. Unlike the course of our ship, my mood didn't change at all.

"You look sad," I heard Morgan's spirit speak to me. I gripped the wheel tighter in irritation at the mere sound of her voice. I felt like I was shackled to her. "What's the matter Izzy? Morgan got your tongue?"

"Go away." I ordered flatly.

"You should know this but now Izzy," she said with a mischievous giggle. "I can't leave until you say yes. Just give in and all of this will end."

"No," I said, sounding desperate. "There has to be another way out, or better yet a way to bring him back." That just got a big laugh out of her.

"Oh come on Izzy. Another way," she mocked. "There is no other way. Why do you want him back so badly anyway? Memories of you are long gone from his mind." I had never wanted to untie my rosy bandana from my head and use it to strangle someone more than I do now. But that someone wasn't actually a someone. They were just a bodiless whisper in my head.

"No. Y-y-you're lying."

"Oh I really wish I was. But lying is not a nice thing to do wouldn't you agree?" Morgan asked in undertone.

"N—-."

"Oh look," she interrupted me and I turned my head to see Cubby coming up the stairs, his eyes right on me. "It's little boy blue himself. I'll bet he'll ask you who you're talking to Izzy? What are you gonna tell him? 'The evil spirit of a Pirate who tried to murder Peter Pan?' What would he say to that?"

"Get out of here." I muttered through my teeth.

"Very well then Izzy," the spirit answered with a fake sweet tone. "But think about the next time you say 'no' to me after what is about to happen." she whispered before leaving.

"Um….Izzy?" I heard Cubby squeak and rather nervously. I'd be nervous to talk to me too.

"What is it?" I answered, my gaze locked on the horizon trying to avoid his sad eyes. That was until I saw something. Something big, dark, gray and cloudy. My mind quickly flashed back to this morning, and the bright red sunrise with cirrus clouds and I placed the pieces of the puzzle together. A hurricane! I have been a fool! Cubby seemed to not realize my worried eyes as he still continued to talk.

"Uhm ... .do you by any chance miss—-."

"H-hold on Cubby," I said, putting up a finger. I looked at the incoming storm once more. "Oh no." I muttered before running down to the deck and to the bow.

"Oh no what?" Cubby asked, running up next to me. "Aw coconuts." he said as he saw the storm.

"Crackers!" Skully exclaimed. "That's a storm if I've ever seen one!" I shook my head.

"It's not just a storm," I said. "It's a hurricane! And it's coming right towards us!" I shouted as I ran back up to the wheel in order to try and steer us back home. But it was too late.


(After the Hurricane)

To make a long horror story short, we had lost Bucky in the storm. He sank to the bottom of the Never Sea and there was absolutely nothing we could do about it unless we wanted to die too. We had caught a side on a floating piece of driftwood and we rode the waves back into shore. We arrived. Bruised, bleeding, soaking wet but still alive. And that was all that mattered. I collapsed on the sand, absolutely exhausted. Cubby passed out asleep on the sand and I took the quiet moment to have a good cry.

'This is your fault Jake.' I thought.

"What did I just hear your mind say?" Morgan's voice asked as she appeared. "Are you finally admitting to what I have been saying?" I sniffed and then fully began to weep.

"Leave me alone," I whimpered. "I don't wanna listen to you right now."

"If I left you alone it would only be more painful. I'm here to comfort you Izzy," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "And wait for you to admit that I am right and give in to me."

"N-n-n-no." I stuttered, my eyes flooded with tears and my throat began to hurt. And before I knew it I was all out sobbing.

"Quit your crying and give in you brat!" she growled at me. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head.

"Never." I stated.

"Alright then. I will play with you some more."


(August 10 - The Night Before Corruption)

Tomorrow will be one week after we lost Bucky. I was currently sitting in my bed, looking up at the pale white moon as it glistened my tears. Morgan only became more relentless and more persistent. If it told her to go away she would only stay longer and continue to whisper to me. I've put up an awfully good fight and I hate admitting this but I know that the end is near and sooner or later I will just give up and give in. I sniffed and wiped a tear off of my tan cheek and continued to gaze at the moon. But of course, I couldn't have one moment by myself without being interrupted by none other than Morgan.

"I'm getting tired of waiting, Izzy. Just give in."

"Shut up," I hissed. "Now go away."

"I could do what you say. But where's the fun in that?" she asked, slyly.

"I just wanna be alone right now." I told her as I turned away from wherever I thought her invisible form was.

"Izzy?" I heard Cubby whisper and quickly flinched and turned around to see him making his way towards my bed and eventually sitting on it, right next to me. I expected Morgan to go, as she usually would when somebody else was talking to me but she didn't.

"Well your alone time is gonna be a bit of a problem." she said in my ear. I sighed and tried to block her voice out of my head and focus on Cubby.

"What is it Cubby?" I asked.

"It just….sounded like you were talking to someone," the blonde boy said, scratching his head. "Izzy…..who are you talking to?" he asked me with pleading eyes.

"Yeah Izzy," Morgan sneered in my head. "Who are you talking to?"

"I'm just talking to myself Cubby." I lied.

"Oh," the boy said. It was quiet for a while and I couldn't even bear to look at him. We were both still recovering from the loss of our beloved ship, but something else seemed to be on Cubby's mind. "Izzy…do you miss Jake?"

"Hah! After what he did? Of course not!" Morgan cackled. Her words were cold and viscous….but something was telling me that they might be true.

"Well…" I slurred nervously. I didn't want to answer but Cubby's puppy eyes only got bigger and bigger.

"Are you mad that Jake was picked instead of you?" he asked me.

"You would be too if you were the one who had been here for fifty years and still rejected." Morgan muttered.

"Well…..maybe just a little bit," I admitted. I shook my head and gave him a small smile. "Cubby, you should go back to bed. It's late."

"I can't sleep Iz," he whined, leaning his scrawny form on me. He nestled his face into my arm and it looked like he wanted to stay that way. "Can I stay with you until I fall asleep?" he asked me. I sighed and kissed his forehead.

"Alright Cubby," I said, covering him with my pink planet. "As long as you promise to watch the sunset with me tomorrow." He smiled.

"Ok."


It took a while but Cubby eventually fell asleep. I spent about five minutes brushing his luscious blonde hair with my fingers and just admiring his innocent pure features. I still couldn't get over how skinny he had gotten. I didn't really like it at first but now that he's grown a bit more he looks normal and healthy. He had flawless tan skin, a button nose and turquoise eyes that were currently closed in his slumber. He was about eight inches shorter than me and smaller, although I think he was about to hit a growth spurt anytime soon. It warmed my heart to see that he was smiling as he slept. He was so cute. So innocent.

I leaned down and kissed him on the cheek once more. I wrapped him in a blanket and then carried him back to his bed where I laid him down.

"Goodnight Cubby." I whispered. But then, I gasped when I heard an evil laughter in my head.

"It's time Izzy." Morgan's voice sang. I gritted my teeth, closed my fist before quietly creeping out of the room and gently shutting the door. But the minute I was out, I stomped into another room, far from ours, and slammed the door shut.

"Morgan!?" I exclaimed.

"Yes my dear?" she replied slyly, knowing what I was about to say.

"I have listened to you for nearly a month. But I want you to leave now. I beg of you!" I pleaded, small tears forming in my eyes.

"You are fourteen. Aren't you a little too old for begging?"

"I'm not gonna listen to you anymore. I will not answer you any longer. So please just leave!" I cried desperately.

"You know Izzy, have you ever thought of leaving?" the spirit asked.

"What?"

"Why don't you leave Neverland? You have pixie dust. Why don't you just go back to the real world? That way you can escape Pirate Island and me." My eyebrows bent into an ashamed expression and I looked at the ground.

"You know why Morgan." I said timidly.

"Oh that's right!" she said, faking her surprise. "Mommy and Daddy don't care about you. That's why you came here isn't it? But rest assured Izzy. It's been fifty years. I'm sure they're long gone by now. And that means if you go back to the real world you have nowhere to run and no one to run to. Gee Iz. Not even your own family wanted you. Peter doesn't want you. Jake doesn't want you. And I'll bet sooner or later -judging by the way things are going- Cubby won't even want you," I couldn't comprehend it. I fell to the floor and started sobbing. Was Morgan right? Was I really unwanted? "But you know what Izzy?" she continued. "You have me. And I will always be by your side. You are the Neverland angle after all. You are the greatest of them all. And I have seen that. You are too good for this place. You deserve to be freed from this suffering. Just say those little words and all of this will end."

While she delivered her whole sermon I was still on the floor bawling my eyes out so much that I could barely breathe. This was horrible, but still…..I didn't give in. I just couldn't.

"No Morgan," I said quietly. "I…I can't." I cringed and almost felt bad as I heard her growl again.

"Be as rebellious as you want Izabelle," she snarled. "Regardless of what you think, your time is running out."


(August 11 - Corruption)

As the sun fell toward the horizon, casting a show of colors across the sky, I found myself sitting on the highest leafy hill on Pirate Island..without Cubby like how I had promised. I had avoided him all day. I did not want him to see me like this. He doesn't need or want me. He knows it. Skully knows it. And I know it.

My tan skin absorbed the last rays of daylight, and the warm summer breeze ruffled my golden brown hair as I gazed out over the sparkling sea. My heart was heavy, and my eyes were filled with tears that mirrored the red, orange and yellow of the setting sun. I was so tired from crying so hard last night that I thought my eyes would run out of tears.

I missed Jake more than words could express. I needed him more than anybody right now. Ever since he had left Neverland seven years ago, everything had seemed to unravel….and I had blamed him for all of it. All my hateful and angry thoughts were just numbness now. I was just poison to everybody around me. None of this is his fault! It's mine! I told him to go with Peter. I told Hook we would work for him. I suggested that we take Bucky out on the day of the hurricane. This was all my fault! No wonder nobody needs me! I am just an inconvenience to everybody!

Our once vibrant and carefree world had become a place of sorrow and great suffering. And I couldn't prevent myself from crying. The tears flowed freely. I was sitting with my arms wrapped around my legs and after I started sobbing I tucked my face into my knees, soaking my pants. And because this moment wasn't horrible enough, Morgan appeared.

"Oh my poor little Izzy. Whatever is the matter?" I looked up and as I expected, saw nobody.

"Please just go away!" I sobbed in agony.

"I just want to help Izzy." her voice said like how a soothing gentle mother, something I never had, would do.

"No, you only want to help yourself!" I said in an ugly crying voice.

"You're hurting badly Izzy. You've been suffering for far too long."

"Well you haven't made it any better by following me for a month!" I shouted in a random direction as I couldn't exactly know where her ghostly form was.

"It just isn't fair isn't it? I mean…you are just as important as Jake. But still that brat Peter goes and flaunts his lies while you are left here to suffer. Shunned. You deserve freedom. Do you want me to give it to you?" she offered.

"Stop asking me! You know the answer is just gonna be no!" I shot back.

"Listen to me you little brat!" she growled. "Everybody hates you, you hate yourself, you hate your life, and you know it! Just consent and I will take your soul and body so you will never feel pain again. You will be free!" I started to weep, the dying sunlight gleaming my tears.

"I….I can't Morgan."

"Of course you can Iz!" she encouraged.

"What about Cubby though?" I sniffed, rubbing a tear off of my tan cheek.

"I won't lay a finger on him, Izzy. But you can guarantee that I will take care of that bratty captain who abandoned you." I gasped, feeling like I was suffocating. It felt like my pink shirt was growing tighter on me.

"Don't you do a thing to him!" I cried.

"He abandoned you Izzy. Everything that happened here was because of him. You even said it yourself."

"No! No! I was just angry! It isn't his fault!" I knew I looked like an absolute lunatic on a hill screaming at myself but I didn't care. I was not gonna let her do a single thing to Jake. He had no part in any of this and I won't be the one to drag him into this.

"What do you mean it isn't his fault? Of course it is! If he didn't leave, you and Cubby wouldn't have been kidnapped and enslaved. If he didn't leave, your treasure chest wouldn't have been stolen. If he didn't leave, he could've helped save Bucky. If he didn't leave, then I wouldn't be in your head telling you all this. Just!-Give!-In!"

"No!" I shouted.

"Well you obviously don't wanna go on like this. I'm sure Cubby blames you for all this. You made a good choice by avoiding him. Do you really think he wants to see you? Pfft! Nobody could ever look at your pathetic guilty face and possibly love you," I don't know what hurts more: The whipping Hook had given me or the truth that was being laid out in front of me. "If you don't accept now Izzy, I will only follow you for the rest of your life until you do. And I mean that! I will haunt you every minute, every second for the rest of your life! So let me in!" I was still sobbing uncontrollably at her horrid words. But what really hurt was the fact that I knew she was right. I do hate Jake. I do hate Peter. I am jealous. What do I have to lose now? "Well Izzy?" she sneered. "What'll it be?"

And without even thinking, I shut my eyes, reached out my hand and terrifyingly enough, I felt something wispy and smoke-like surround it. I heard Morgan's ghost let out a laugh. But then I felt something. A pain. The most horrible pain I had ever felt. The tears flooded my eyes and I looked at the sunset for the last time. Morgan let out an evil and victorious cackle as life started to slip away from me. I closed my eyes.

"Is the pain gone now?" Morgan whispered gently to me.

"Yes."

The sun went down.

To Be Continued...