I Do Believe In Faeries #Wattys2016

Part Nine

I woke just as Peter was leaving. I slipped out of bed, got dressed, and pulled a dark, midnight blue cloak over me, pulling the hood low over my face; before following him out into the early morning light. I had to figure out what this was all about. I had to know what was going on so I could stop anyone else from getting hurt. I sat in the highest tree, and tried my best to hide amongst the leaves.

"Attaaaaaaaaaackkkkk!!!" The Lost Boys and girls yelled, running foward. The pirates army was so much bigger. How were they winning?! It soon became apparent that the pirates were (read: stupid) unskilled. Perhaps they were fantastic at kidnapping; but they were terrible at fighting. I mean, they could use swords, but they were very uncoordinated, with no technique. I pulled out my own sword, and held it in my teeth as I climbed down. The jungle terrain became soft white sand on my feet. I was grateful I had worn my long boots today, otherwise I would have been very sandy. I hadn't really known what I planned to do, but I slipped in and out of the crowds of fighters, and then, with a split second decision to avoid being impaled by an incoming spear; I threw myself into the water. It wasn't cold; but it was salty and refreshing.

When I reached the dark, wooden surface of a ship (diliberately the biggest one) I hauled myself up onto the window frame, and managed to grasp some loose rigging, to keep myself from falling back into the water. I tore off my cloak, and boots, tossing them into the water below. It was likely I would be noticed (if I hadn't been already) if I was dripping waterfalls everywhere; and I didn't fancy the idea of blisters from wet shoes and socks. I stepped onto the ship, and nearly laughed; because I was there; and no one else knew any different. I turned on my heel, victorious: then the pole slammed into my head.

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I woke a few hours later to a throbbing ache in my brain, and and even sharper one in my belly: nausea. It was not a fantastic combination. I looked around, and the steel bars and straw confirmed my suspicions that I had been imprisoned. I stood up, and kicked the bars in defiance. I would not be stuck in a confined space until Hook let me out. I screamed every curse word I knew at the top of my lungs. This was not happening. This could not be happening. Peter was going to murder me. Just when we were getting along. You lied to him. An honest voice inside me whispered. That's not very faerie - like. Not very princess - like mind you. I quashed the voice the way one stands on a soft berry. I would not be out - witted by my own mind. I sat back down on the straw; the standing made me feel dizzier and sicker. I had to think- hard, and fast. But what could I do?

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Peter POV

The room was dark- to dark. The night candles hadn't even been lit. Where was Katherine? I had seen her when I left, but Tigerlily confirmed my suspicion that she had left with permission; with a very uncharacteristic lie about Katherine having been a dinner. But I figured she didn't know any better. I lit the candles, before stepping out into the sunset. I walked to the bay near where we had been fighting. We had lost today, and seeing as we only had one more battle; we couldn't loose tomorrow. We just couldn't. The sand was soft beneath my feet, but the air was cool, and humid.

"Where's Katherine?" I asked the waves. They bubbled, and iridescent light shone from beneath the rippling waters. A mermaid reached out her arm and perfect face, gesturing urgently towards Hook's ship. "Thank you." I whispered, rushing twards it. I threw myself into the water; the salt clogging my nose and ears; making my taste buds tingle with salt, my eyes burned with the sensations. I pulled myself onto the ship; dripping wet, and found myself facing a startled Katherine.