I Am The Psycho Pirate

Chapter 20 - Confrontation

Jake POV 

Like a dark scary shadow, the figure jumped down from her perch and walked into the red moonlight, revealing her face and it was the scariest thing I had seen in my life by far. This was Izzy now. As my heart started to race, my eyes frantically began to look at what monstrosity she had become. She was tall, much taller. She was either the same height as me or taller. Her hips were wide-come to think of it her whole pelvic dragoon was-and her waist was smaller-I guess that was the equivalent to my and Cubby's sudden tallness broadness. Her hair was not a golden chocolate but rather an ugly dark brunette, almost black. It was no longer in flowy pigtails and instead was ridiculously wavy and full of volume. It looked like a lion's mane. Her complexion was not tan anymore either. She had grown a bit pale and honestly after living in this horrid environment for half a year I wasn't surprised. She had on a white pirate blouse, a short ruffled black skirt and a blood red sash tied around her waist. It also looked like she had some sort of metal platform on the bottom of each of her midnight black boots since she had evidently disposed of the red ones. In her hand was a short but still deadly looking sword. Where did she even get that? On her face was a sly smirk that didn't distract me from her devilish dark red eyes. I'm sure if she showed her teeth she'd reveal fangs. She looked like a vampire, but that was not even the worst of it. She looked like a grown woman.

"Ah, how you all have grown!" she said with fake enthusiasm as she began to circle us. She lifted up her skirt and placed her blade in a sheath strapped to her thigh, for it looked like her hands were being used to animate her emotions as she spoke. "I suppose I have changed a bit though too. Haven't I, hero?" she asked, getting into my face. There was a small aroma of ash and charcoal that came from her and I couldn't help but cringe at it.

"Izzy." was all I could blurt out. The corrupted pirate quickly got out of my face and started to pace with her hands behind her back.

"Well....not quite, Jake," she started. "You see ever since you broke my heart and stomped on it until it was dust, left me to be nearly tortured to death and never came back when I called for help after you promised me to do so if I needed such a thing...I underwent a little change if you couldn't tell," Izzy lectured, doing a little twirl with her black frilly skirt. "And I can't say I have ever felt better."

"You are not Izzy." Cubby said with brave eyes. The girl in the black skirt placed her hands on her hips and scoffed.

"And just what, pray tell, do you mean by that?" she asked.

"We know it's you in there Morgan!" Peter exclaimed.

"Hmm....maybe you are right," she admitted. "But either way, I am in full control, I am still the old Izzy .....just better," she paused before eventually turning to Cubby. "How's Neverland Cubby?" she asked. "Is everybody still in hiding from me?"

"Maybe." he answered timidly. Izzy scratched her head in fake confusion.

"Huh. Peter, may I ask you exactly how many slanderous lies you have told the inhabitants of Neverland to make them this afraid of me?" Peter Pan crossed his arms and glared.

"I didn't tell anybody anything Morgan. I also wasn't there when you burnt down the whole Island. You have already made them fear you yourself. You did not need any assistance from me!" he retorted.

"Calm down. I was just asking a question!" she sassed. "So Jake, how was exploring the lands beyond the Neverseas .....for seven straight years? It sure must be nice to be a legend. I can't say otherwise though. You certainly deserved it from the start. I mean...you are the important one after all. It isn't like Cubby or I matter is it? I waited fifty years to be the chosen one but we certainly can't have that now can we? Some of us just have to accept the fact that we will just never be special. But please do not pity me at all. I now realize that I was far too smart for all of you idiotic, cowardly, stuck up, fatuous, morons. I have a world of my own here and I have made the most of it. Don't you think so?" I shook my head.