Ok, audience that some how manages to stick around and I am very grateful for, strap thyselves in because this one is quite the lengthy chapter. I have been trying to cut down on how long these are and literally every single time the word count just gets higher. ANd writing this note probably isn't helping that. Enjoy.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Far beyond the horizon, in dangerous and seemingly abandoned territory where no pirate or Never creature (well, almost) dared to go, was an island shrouded in forest, fog, and mystery. The perfect place for a rogue pirate family to claim as their own and make their habitat. If one was brave enough to push through the fog and the musty wilderness of the forest, they'd find a small source of civilization. A manor, you could say.
Though it was tall and eerie-looking, it was quite magnificent, despite being built from scratch… with some assistance, of course. But it was in the basement of the manor that lay the jewel of their creation, for it had been transformed from a cellar into a dungeon.
When Jake woke up, he found himself in one of the cells of that dungeon. Bricks surrounded him on all sides but one, and that one was barred up. He peered through the bars and saw more cells like his. And they weren't empty. But when a voice called out, he realized his wasn't either.
"About time you showed up," came the snide voice from the shadows of the cell. "It isn't like this blasted place was crowded enough already."
Jake whipped his head around to see Captain Hook, standing with his hands on his hips, glaring right at him. Next to him, Mr. Smee stood wringing his fingers nervously, as though he might collapse under the weight of the situation.
"Captain Hook? Mr. Smee?" Jake exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to shake off the grogginess.
"Aye lad," Smee stepped forward, nodding. "Oh it looks like they've caught you too."
Jake's jaw dropped, but before he could respond, a new voice—a lilting French accent—spoke from behind him.
"Oh Monsieur Smee, why are you so surprised? Zey will not stop until zey've collected us all like treasures in a chest!"
Jake spun around to see Beatrice LeBeak, her arms crossed and her expression one of dramatic indignation.
"Beatrice LeBeak!?" Jake gasped. "You're here too?"
"Oui! Unfortunately!" she replied, throwing up her hands. "Did you really sink zose Talsteins would let someone as formidable as I escape? Ridiculous!"
Hook sneered.
"You can save your theatrics, LeBeak. We're all in the same rotten situation. Those blasted Talsteins think they can humiliate me, Captain James Hook, by tossing me in this dungeon!"
"And how have you ze nerve to speak ovair me?" LeBeak scowled, planting her hands on her hips as she glared at Captain Hook from across the cell. "You are no more helpful zan a dinghy in a storm!"
"And you're no more charming than barnacles on me ship's hull, LeBeak!" Hook shot back, leaning dramatically against the bars of their shared cell.
"Oh, Cap'n please!" Smee interjected, waving his hands in a placating manner. "Now's not the time for fightin'! We really must be thinkin' of a way out of here!"
"Aye James. He's right." came a voice from across the room, calm but with an unmistakable edge.
Jake turned sharply, gripping the cold metal bars, his eyes widening when he saw Red Jessica standing tall in a cell directly across from theirs. Sharky and Bones stood just behind her, their usual mischievous grins plastered on their faces.
"Red Jessica! Sharky! Bones!" Jake exclaimed, his voice echoing through the damp dungeon.
"Ahoy, popinjay!" Sharky greeted with a salute, while Bones gave a lazy wave.
"What are you all doing here?" Jake asked, still stunned.
"Zey are doing ze same zing we are," LeBeak cut in, gesturing theatrically around her. "Trapped! Like sardines in a can! Or, perhaps...parrots in cages." She motioned toward the far corner of the dungeon, drawing Jake's gaze.
His hands tightened on the bars as he scanned the room. In one cell, he saw Mama Hook, looking both furious and determined, pacing alongside Captain Frost, who was seated with an air of cold, quiet, intensity. But Jake's eyes widened even more as he spotted a cluster of small cages in the shadowed corner.
Within those cages were the Feathered Four, Skybird Island's famous protectors. Princess Winger stood proud despite her surroundings, while the Wise Old Parrot remained beside her.
"Princess Winger! Wise Old Parrot! Everyone's here!?" Jake asked in disbelief.
"Oui," LeBeak replied darkly. "And zat is no coincidence, boy."
"How in all of Never Land did the Talsteins make it to Skybird Island?" Jake asked, turning his attention to Princess Winger, his voice laced with urgency.
"I think I can explain that," The regal pink parrot began as she ruffled her feathers, her voice steady but tinged with frustration. "You see, I was doing my daily flight around Neverland, keeping an eye on things, when all of a sudden—"
"Let me guess," Hook interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. "You were minding your own pretty birdy business, flying gracefully, when either Jack, Patrick, Maverick, or their low-sanity possessing mother popped out of nowhere and snatched you up. Am I correct?"
Princess Winger tilted her head, taken aback.
"Indeed but…how did you know?"
Hook shrugged nonchalantly.
"Lucky guess." he uttered.
The Wise Old Parrot chimed in next, his voice grave.
"When we noticed that Winger had been gone for quite some time, we set out to search for her. The Feathered Four insisted on accompanying me."
"And you were captured too?" Jake asked.
The parrots all nodded.
Jake looked over again. In the next cell was the Pirate Princess, Misty, and he swore he could see the Pirate Mummy curled up in the corner, his bandaged form trembling faintly in the dim light.
The Pirate Princess and Misty exchanged a few quick words with Jake. The Princess's usually confident demeanor was nowhere to be seen as she slumped against the brick wall.
"They grabbed me too," she admitted with a defeated sigh. "And worse, they stole my rainbow wand!" Her voice wavered. "Cecilia must be worried sick!" She slumped further down until she was sitting on the cold stone floor, her ginger head hung low.
Jake turned to Misty, his voice laced with concern.
"So this is why your cottage was empty?"
Misty sighed and nodded, her shoulders drooping.
"Yes… they caught me right after you and your friends left for the pixie fruit. Didn't even have time to put up much of a fight."
Sharky, who had been leaning lazily against the bars of his own cell, cocked his head curiously.
"What be this 'pixie fruit' ye speak of?"
Jake at first hesitated, but then decided why not?
"It's a magical fruit we had to get for Peter Pan." he explained.
Mr. Smee's brow furrowed in confusion.
"But what would Mr. Pan be needin' a magical fruit for, lad?"
Jake's face grew somber.
"He was sick. Really sick."
"Peter drank something strange. Something that made him not feel well," the wonderful witch explained. "The pixie fruit was the only thing that could cure him."
From the shadows of his cell, the Pirate Mummy quivered, his voice trembling with fear.
"Oh if Peter Pan is sick, then we're doomed! We're never getting out of here!"
"Don't lose hope," Jake said firmly, gripping the bars of his cell. "Hey wait a minute. I don't see Captain Flynn in here. He's still out there."
LeBeak let out a derisive laugh, shrugging off Jake's optimism.
"Not anymore. " she quipped.
"Huh?"
"Ah, ze 'Sandman' packed up 'is camel and left Neverland months ago with his ship to go explore ze Mainland. And since zen, he'as never returned! Why would he now!?"
Jake's gaze hardened as he looked around the dungeon once more. He clenched his fists.
"What about Pip? The Pirate Genie? He's got to be out there!"
As if summoned by the mention of his name, the door to the dungeon creaked open with an ominous groan. All eyes turned toward the entrance as Patrick and Maverick stepped inside, flanking none other than Pip the Pirate Genie. But Pip… he looked nothing like his usual vibrant self. He appeared weak and drained, his aura dimmed, and his shoulders slumped in defeat. He looked as depressed as he had the day his little ship in a bottle had shattered.
Patrick's expression was one of smug satisfaction as he unlocked the cell containing Mama Hook and Captain Frost. With a sneer, he hurled Pip inside, locking the door behind him. The weakened genie stumbled, catching himself against the cold stone wall.
"Took a while to drain the fairy magic out of you eh? Well don't worry. You can rest here. Enjoy your stay," Patrick said mockingly as he pocketed the key. "Or don't. Either way I don't care."
LeBeak's eyes blazed with fury as she pressed against the bars of her cell.
"Pathetic! Both of you! Zis is all you can do? Lock us up like helpless trinkets in your collection?"
Patrick and Maverick exchanged a glance but didn't flinch at her words. Patrick merely smirked while Maverick adjusted the collar of his coat.
"Pathetic?" the green pirate repeated.
"Oui. Or as my own would say pathetiques!"
"Oh, merci, madame," Maverick said as he tipped an imaginary hat. The two brothers turned and strode out of the dungeon, but Maverick continued. "And as our own would say, Auf Wiedersehen!"
Their laughter echoed behind them as the heavy door slammed shut. Silence hung in the air, thick with tension and despair. In the corner of his cell, Pip slumped to the ground, his eyes dim.
"I'm sorry, everyone… I…I tried." he whispered.
Hook growled, pacing his cell with increasing frustration. His piercing gaze landed on Pip.
"Why couldn't you just magic yourself out of here, genie?" he barked.
Pip let out a weak sigh, sitting up against the wall.
"If I could, I definitely would Captain Hook. Trust me on that one."
Sharky squinted, scratching his head
"Well… why didn't ye?"
Pip's tired eyes flicked up to Sharky.
"Didn't you hear that Talstein? They drained my magic. I don't know how but….but it's gone!"
Hook snarled, clenching his fists.
"Well if the genie is useless, Flynn flew the coop and the blasted Pan is sick, then who else is out there to help us?! We are doomed!"
Jake opened his mouth to argue but quickly shut it again. There was no point in telling Hook that Peter had already recovered. Even if Peter was fine, how could he possibly save every single one of them? Let alone find this place, wherever it was? And do it all by himself?
Feeling the weight of the situation, Jake slumped to the ground, leaning against the cold stone wall of his cell. He reached into his pocket absentmindedly and felt something small and soft. His brow furrowed as he pulled it out.
It was Izzy's pixie dust pouch.
Jake's eyes widened as he stared at the tiny bag in his hands. That was it!
He leapt to his feet, holding the pouch high.
"Izzy, Cubby, and Skully are still out there!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the dungeon.
Hook immediately rolled his eyes.
"Like I said. We're doomed."
"Now, hold on a minute, Cap'n," Mr. Smee interjected, his voice hopeful. "Maybe the sea pups could find a way to help us! They're clever little ones after all."
Hook scoffed, gesturing dismissively toward Jake.
"Clever? Oh face it Smee, out of all the puny pirates, the Talsteins just had to capture the only useful one!" he said, pointing a finger dramatically at the boy.
Jake narrowed his eyes at Hook.
"We'll see about that." he muttered under his breath, gripping the pixie dust pouch tightly.
The Delta rested ominously on the shore, its hull gleaming under the pale moonlight. The towering tree nearby, hollowed out and carved, stood, its roots submerged in the water. The peaks surrounding it loomed like silent sentinels, their jagged edges reflecting the warm glow of the fire torches scattered across the area. Ropes crisscrossed the air like spiderwebs, connecting the tree to the ship and the rocky peaks, some dangling loosely, inviting a daring swing into the Delta's crow's nest.
On the ship's deck, the Talsteins reveled in their victory. Maverick let out a sharp cackle as he lit the fuse of a firework. The hiss of the flame cutting through the cold night air was soon followed by a loud boom as the firework streaked into the sky and exploded in a shower of red and gold sparks.
The burst of light shot up past Jack and Patrick, who walked together on one of the rope bridges, the vibrations from their steps sending faint ripples through the ropes. For once, Patrick wasn't trailing behind his older brother, but keeping stride beside him.
Jack glanced sideways at Patrick, a rare flicker of something resembling warmth in his otherwise sharp gaze.
"You're awfully quiet tonight." he remarked, breaking the silence.
Patrick shrugged, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark green trousers.
"I'm not much of a partier." he said dryly.
Jack chuckled, the sound low and gravelly.
"Well, I suppose I don't tell you this enough Pat…," He paused, as though the next words physically pained him. "….but you're not awful."
Patrick blinked in surprise, his brow raising slightly.
"Oh you are too kind," he said with mock sincerity, placing a hand over his heart. "In that case, I guess I should return the favor. I don't hate you….that much."
Jack stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow.
"Is that so? I'm just touched," he said, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. Without warning, he unsheathed his cutlass, the blade glinting dangerously in the torchlight. "Then prove it. Let's see if you can make your big brother proud and last more than thirty seconds this time huh?
Patrick let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head.
"You really know how to ruin a moment, don't you?" But as the redhead took a menacing step forward, Patrick darted across the bridge, heading for a ridge forced into the hollowed tree where a barrel of blades rested. He grabbed a sword from the pile and turned to face his brother, his grip firm despite the smirk playing on his lips. "Fine. Let's see if you can handle losing."
Above the rocky peaks, the two brothers clashed on the swaying rope bridge, the clash of their blades ringing out in rhythm with the distant music drifting from the ship.
Back on the deck, Maverick was preparing to set off another firework when a hand snatched his wrist. He turned to see his mother, her sly grin illuminated by the firelight.
"Maverick," she purred, pulling him closer. "Why don't you dance with your mother? A celebration's no fun without a little movement."
Maverick's cocky demeanor vanished, replaced by a nervous chuckle.
"Uh, sure mother…" he stammered, awkwardly offering his hand.
Amber's grin widened as she took his hand and began to twirl him around the deck, her movements fluid and graceful, contrasting sharply with her son's stiff, nervous steps. The record player, an invention swiped during one of their raids on the Mainland, crackled to life, filling the air with a tune that seemed almost out of place in the eerie atmosphere. Above them, Jack and Patrick's duel continued, their blades catching the moonlight as they danced their dangerous dance across the swaying bridge.
The celebration continued, the echoes of their laughter and the crackle of fireworks filling the night air. On the swaying rope bridge, Jack and Patrick's duel grew fiercer, their blades clashing with a metallic rhythm. Jack smirked as he parried another strike from Patrick.
"You know I'd never tell anyone whom I can barely tolerate that they're getting better, but for you….I'm thinking it," he teased. Almost makes this worth my time."
Patrick huffed, his grip tightening on his sword.
"Almost?" he shot back, lunging again. "You'll eat those words when I finally—"
But before Patrick could finish, Jack suddenly sheathed his sword and leapt backward off the bridge.
"What!?" Patrick shouted, stumbling forward, his heart leaping into his throat. He peered over the edge, his panic quickly replaced by irritation as he saw his brother bounce back into view, then out of it again.
Patrick groaned, gripping the rope tightly.
"What are you doing?"
Jack laughed, pointing below him.
"Big net. Turns out it's not just for catching pesky mermaids."
Patrick leaned over, spotting the large net stretched between several rocks and trees. They had originally stretched it out like that to dry, only now it seemed to serve as Jack's new trampoline.
"You're unbelievable." he muttered, but Jack's next bounce sent him swinging wildly on the bridge as the net pulled taut, springing Jack higher.
Jack swiped his cutlass as he bounced upward, forcing Patrick to duck.
"Come on, you're not scared are you?" Jack challenged, his voice carrying a note of mischief. "You might actually learn something!"
Patrick sighed, but as Jack's blade came dangerously close to his shoulder again, he gave in.
"Fine!" he grumbled, leaping off the bridge. He landed on the net with a thud, the impact propelling Jack higher.
Within moments, they were bouncing in sync, the net creaking under their combined weight. Patrick quickly unsheathed his sword mid-air and took a swipe at Jack, who twisted out of the way with an exaggerated laugh. "You'll have to do better than that!"
Patrick growled, gripping his blade tightly.
"Hold still!"
Meanwhile, back on the Delta's deck, Amber and Maverick twirled gracefully across the wooden planks. Amber's sly grin hadn't wavered as she spun her son effortlessly.
"Such a dashing young lad." she said, her voice dripping with mock pride.
"Really?" Maverick asked, puffing out his chest. "Even more dashing than Jack?"
Amber stopped mid-twirl, her grin softening into a smirk.
"Oh, goodness no. Not even close."
Maverick's face fell.
"Oh." he muttered, shoulders slumping.
The music played on, and the celebration roared louder, but it was cut short by the faint sound of oars slicing through the water. From the fog, a small rowboat emerged, its lone passenger a towering silhouette.
Amber froze, her hand tightening on Maverick's shoulder. The sudden pause caused the blonde pirate to stumble, nearly stepping on her foot, but he caught himself just in time.
The grin vanished from Amber's face, replaced by a commanding expression.
"Lads!" she barked, her voice slicing through the noise like a whip. "The Captain approaches! All shall rise for Captain Sebastian Talstein!"
The entire ship fell silent as the crew scrambled to attention. Patrick, mid-air and about to strike at Jack again, froze at the sound of his mother's voice. His eyes widened as the weight of her words hit him.
"Oh no!" he blurted, dropping his sword.
The brothers' bouncing sync was ruined, Patrick's frantic squabbling sending both of them sprawling off the net. They landed in a heap on a nearby rock, groaning.
From the deck, Maverick gasped so loudly it could have shattered glass. He bolted to the side of the ship, peering over the edge at his fallen brothers.
"Dad's back!" he wailed, his voice cracking with panic. "What do we do!?"
Patrick shoved Jack off him, clutching his head in frustration.
"Just… keep him busy while I think of an excuse!"
Jack groaned, brushing himself off as he stood.
"What's got you two so spooked?" he asked, then paused, realization dawning. "Oooooh, that's right. You lost the key! How could I forget?"
The brunette glaired at him.
"Yeah, how could you forget? You've reminded me in every way possible except for tattooing the words on my arm!" Patrick spat.
"Boy, are you in for it." Jack said with a sly grin.
The rowboat came closer, its passenger finally stepping into the light of the torches. The Captain of the Talstein's imposing figure loomed over the crew, his presence sending a shiver through even the most seasoned pirates. His shadow stretched long and dark across the deck as he climbed aboard.
Captain Talstein hauled himself up the side of the ship with ease, his boots slamming onto the deck as though he owned the very planks beneath them, which, of course, he did. Water dripped from his cape as he stood to his full height, his broad shoulders blocking out the torchlight behind him. The crew/family watched in silence, many averting their eyes to avoid the penetrating glare of his one good eye.
Amber straightened immediately, her usually sly grin wiped away in favor of an expression of respect bordering on reverence. For all her cunning and command over her sons, there was only one person she allowed to wield true authority over her and it was him.
Without turning to look at her children, she spoke sharply, her voice low but firm.
"In position. Now." she growled through her teeth.
Jack and Patrick, still brushing themselves off from their earlier tumble, exchanged a quick glance. Neither dared to protest. Gripping two dangling ropes, they swung onto the deck with practiced ease, landing gracefully despite their earlier antics. They quickly moved to stand behind their mother, shoulders square and chins high.
Maverick scurried into place beside Patrick, his smaller frame trembling slightly but managing to remain composed. The three brothers now stood perfectly aligned behind Amber, their presence forming a united front, though Jack's smirk betrayed his usual irreverence. Amber stood firmly in front of them, a barrier between the Captain and her boys, as it should be.
He cast a scrutinizing gaze over his sons, his single good eye narrowing slightly as if weighing their worth.
"Well?" he rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly, carrying an undercurrent of restrained menace. "What are you waiting for you barking pack of pirate dogs, bow."
The command was simple, but it hung in the air like a challenge. Jack, Patrick, and Maverick exchanged fleeting glances, immediately obeying. One by one, they bent at the waist, their bows deep and deliberate, a full ninety degrees.
Sebastian let the moment linger, his eye flicking between them.
As the brothers straightened, the firelight illuminated the Captain's features. He wasn't as monstrous as Peter Pan's tales of him suggested. There were no jagged scars, no missing limbs, no extremely grotesque deformities, just a man. Tall, yes, but only slightly taller than Jack. His build, though broader, was softened by age. His long, sandy-red hair, streaked with faded gold, fell past his shoulders in uneven waves, frizzed at the edges from the sea air.
His skin, once fair, bore the marks of his years under the sun. The pink hue of sunburn stretched across his cheeks and nose, and flakes of peeling skin clung stubbornly to his weathered complexion. A patchy growth of sandy-blonde whiskers framed his jawline, while coarse sideburns struggled to connect with an equally uneven moustache. It wasn't quite the fearsome visage the stories had painted, but there was just something about the way he carried himself and his attire only added to that.
A tattered black shirt stretched over his chest, partially hidden by a flowing black cape with a deep red undertone. His puffy white sleeves bore the stains of countless battles, and his dark black pants and scuffed shoes were enough to tell any naive pirate he is not to be messed with. A golden bandana, frayed and dulled by decades of wear, wrapped around his head. It was tucked beneath a dark black hat, the wide brim adding to his shadowy silhouette.
But what struck everyone most wasn't his attire or his imposing frame. It was his eyes, or rather, the lack of symmetry between them. His right eye was a piercing rich brown, sharp and calculating. But his left eye, in stark contrast, was ugly, clouded white, and completely blind. Unlike many pirates who bore scars of battle, this injury wasn't the result of a blade or cannon fire. It was the mark of a failed experiment, a chemical mishap that had exploded directly into his face, causing a chemical burn to bleach the skin around his left eye and render it completely sightless.
He scanned the deck with his good eye, his expression unreadable but heavy with authority. Finally, his gaze settled on Amber and the three sons. For a moment, he said nothing, allowing the weight of his presence to do the talking.
The redheaded woman extended her hand gracefully, her lips curving into a welcoming smile.
"Welcome back home, my dear Captain."
Sebastian took her hand, bending slightly to press a kiss upon her knuckles.
"Thank you, my lovely wife," he replied with a smirk, his voice deep and gravelly. "It's good to be back."
The Captain turned his attention to his sons. His piercing brown eye locked approvingly on Jack, his eldest, but he didn't so much as glance at Patrick or Maverick. Both younger brothers exhaled in silent relief, their postures relaxing as they subtly scooted to the side, giving Jack his long-overdue glory.
Sebastian strode toward Jack, clapping a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Ah, Jack," he began, his tone thick with pride. "My prized and reliable Jack."
Patrick and Maverick exchanged a glance. Normally, this kind of blatant favoritism would've made them roll their eyes or mutter a sarcastic comment under their breath. But this time was different.
Maverick tugged frantically at Patrick's collar, hissing under his breath.
"That excuse you were working on?!"
Patrick's eyes darted nervously toward the Captain, who was now adjusting the collar of Jack's vest with a gruff laugh.
"We'll just have to find a time to sneak away and look for the key in Neverland," Patrick whispered back, his voice tense. "But until then, we'll have to tell him it's perfectly safe."
"You mean lie!?" Maverick whisper-yelled, his voice climbing in panic.
The two froze when they overheard Sebastian ask Jack,
"And how are my other mindless fleabags of sons doing these days, Jack my boy?"
Maverick's face fell into a flat glare and he didn't even turn to look at Patrick.
"I'm fine with that." the yellow pirate blurted, in response to his previous question.
Sebastian's piercing gaze swept over his family, lingering on Amber with an expectant raise of his brow.
"Tell me, my dear, have they done their share?"
Amber tilted her chin up proudly, the moonlight catching her sly grin.
"Oh, absolutely. Every pirate, princess, parrot, witch, and genie in Never Land has been captured, my Captain. And best of all..." She leaned in slightly for dramatic effect. "We've recently confirmed that Captain Flynn has sailed away from Never Land for good."
Sebastian's lips curled into a wicked grin.
"No one left then." he declared, his voice reverberating through the ship.
Maverick, unable to contain himself, began to mutter.
"Well..except for those other little pirate ki—OW"
Before he could finish, Patrick's elbow shot out, jabbing him hard in the ribs. Maverick winced, clutching his side as Patrick forced the most unconvincing grin onto his face.
Sebastian's sharp eyes flicked over to them momentarily before returning to Amber.
"And the chest?" he asked, his tone low and serious.
Amber nodded smoothly.
"Already located. It's in Peter Pan's enchanted treasure cave. All we have to do is ransack the place and get it."
"Excellent," Sebastian said, his grin widening. He stepped back, spreading his arms triumphantly. "And speaking of my old friend Pan, have we had word about him?"
"Last we saw him," Jack chimed in, smirking. "He couldn't fly…or stand up. He's finished."
Sebastian let out a low, satisfied chuckle.
"Good. Very good."
Jack's smirk grew sharper as an idea began forming in his mind.
"Oh, and by the way, Patrick and Maverick have done a wonderful job guarding the key to the treasure chest," he said, his voice dripping with faux praise. "Haven't you, lads?"
Patrick's jaw clenched so hard it was a wonder his teeth didn't shatter. He shot a glare at Jack, while Maverick's face went pale.
Before Patrick could open his mouth to retort…or throw himself at his brother…his father raised a hand, silencing them all.
"Enough," he commanded. "There shall be no more talk of work tonight." He glanced around the deck, his expression a mixture of pride and authority. "Tonight, Talsteins, we celebrate!"
To Be Continued…