James' POV
Who does Pan think he is?! Telling me I can't go home, I can do what I damn well please! Though I maybe was a little rough with the boy now I look at him, his shoulder was bloody and he was a little unsteady on his legs. It hadn't actually been my intention to seriously injure the boy – I had actually always believed the kid was invincible – but I was so angry. He has no right to tell me what I can and can't do. I hated being told I can't do something.
Though it did get me thinking maybe Pan is not as for lack of a better word special as I thought he was. The boy seemed just as injured as any other person would have been which for him is strange. Though now that I think about it, I had never seen the boy injured before and if he has been injured before it's not been by me.
Fighting with him had always remained civil until now; mostly sword fights that never involved actual stabbing or anything and him usually hurling childish insults at me. It's not that I mind staying here with Pan, I had done it for god knows how long but I just want to live in the real world again and you know what? I'd take Pan with me if he wanted, I'm not that heartless I know it would be miserable to be stuck here alone but I know fine and well Pan will not want to come with me, he'll never leave this place nor will he want stay away from it willingly.
After an agonizing, long walk with those thoughts as we didn't talk to each other, of course not. We finally reached the cove where there was always a few spare boats kept there. To my great surprise, Pan hadn't attempted a single escape I mean I never told him he couldn't go but he didn't, said some crap that didn't want to fly with pain of his shoulder so he's stuck with me. Great and it was my fault. Though it was probably wise of him not to try and escape because without flying, he was no match whatsoever. He sure can fly fast but I don't think he can actually run that fast on his feet.
I don't think actually ever seen him travel on his feet, walk or run. He's an easy target because of his little size and weight. "Get in," I told him, lightly pushing him towards one of the boats. The kid tripped over the side of the boat, landing with a painful groan.
I winced internally; dear god, that was an accident. Complete accident. Though I was right, the boy IS useless on his legs. He sat down in the boat and I pushed the boat further into the water and then jumped in, beginning to row back to my ship.
The journey back to the ship was filled with silence, as the walk to the cove was and by the time we finally arrived, I thought I'd pass out from pain and exhaustion. Considering I had escaped death from a crocodile's stomach, swam to shore and fought relentlessly with Pan. It was fair to say I needed a well deserved sleep...
What am I gonna do with the kid though? I can't lock him up in a jail cell like animal isn't that a bit inhumane? There's many empty rooms now on the shop so I'll just throw him in one of them and lock the door. Not like he could anywhere anyway.
"Let's go," I said lowly, dragging the flimsy kid to a room and shoving him in it he's getting more luxury than he ever would, he could be in a dirty jail cell. Though I was well aware that Pan wasn't as delicate as he looked, yes the room wasn't that great. It was below deck and only had a bed that was like a brick and hard floors. The only difference between the room and a cell was it had a bed. But at least it had one.
"Get in there." I shoved the boy into the room and then shut the door, locking it. "Let me know you feel well enough fly again." He said nothing in reply as I walked away. I felt a little bad for the nasty treatment, but then again it was Pan. The nuisance and the reason I was still on this stupid island. Generally, I hate kids, I didn't mind my siblings when I was younger but that was different they didn't try to kill me and they didn't
cut off my hand.
Pan did both.
