Ambiguity (On Hold)

Chapter 8

- Soundtrack - 300: Black - Kari Kimmel -

It was time.

All of my pirate clothes had been put away safely inside my trunk, and I had changed into a blue nightgown. With bare feet and a dagger in my hand I pushed a small boat into the water. Then I hugged Elwin and Skandar as long as I could, shook hands with Hook, and let my crew wrap a rope around my waist to drop me into the boat.

There was a supply of cookies inside it, as well as a pair of rows. I took them in my hands and began to row. The faces of Hook and his crew began to get smaller and smaller as I rowed ahead.

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The island was much farther away than I imagined. Or at least it seemed like it. After ages of rowing I had finally gotten to the island, and for the first time in my whole life I set feet on it.

I had arrived to a beautiful beach with golden sand, surrounded by enormous bright green trees that were tilted just a little because of the weight of their leaves. Off in the distance my ship could be seen quite well, and I got to really examine how far away it was. Not much, really. It was just the exhausting rowing that made it seem so long.

Anyways, I had to focus on my mission. I stuck the boat on the sand, and ate a few cookies. They would give me enough energy to what was to come. Then I snatched my dagger from the boat and ventured into the island.

I got into a deep jungle. The more I walked the more trees there were and the less the sunlight came through. The sand got replaced by leaves and the sound of the waves got replaced by the chirping and clicking of different creatures. I was getting marveled by how magical the island seemed. How couldn't I have wanted to see the island before? Probably because I knew Pan would be in it and I didn't want to encounter him. Pan. The mission. I had to focus. The island was really distracting.

So, what was I going to do first? I knew the lost boys came out to hunt or play games everyday, but that happened usually before lunch. It was very unlikely to find one running around, so using them would not be a very useful plan. I looked around me. I was in the middle of a jungle with no chances of finding Peter's hideout. Where could it be? Was there any way of seeing it? If only I could fly...

Flying. I could capture a fairy. I could steal their dust and find Peter's hideout from the sky. But finding a fairy? In the jungle? That was extremely hard. Another option– gone. That's when I got the perfect idea. I just needed to see things from above. How could I get to a high place? Of course! By climbing. I searched for the nearest tree and placed my foot on it. How hard could it be?

Well, it turned out it was pretty hard. Climbing a tree was no easy job. My feet seemed to slip wherever I put them and my hands simply couldn't get a grip of the trunk. But I was the Grace Quisling. No tree could beat me. I put all my effort into climbing that tree, and after some bruising, scratching and scraping, I finally managed to reach the top of it. Luckily I didn't look down once, if not I would have chickened out.

I craned over the leaves and searched for any sign of a hideout. A bit farther away, West, I would say, I could see a spot of the jungle with no trees. That's it. That's where they were staying! If not, there would most definitely be mermaids, indians or some sort of living human that could guide me to Peter's hideout– with enough persuasion and charm from my part, of course.

Going down, surprisingly, was a little easier than climbing. I simply took a good hold of the trunk and slipped down branch by branch. For the last branch I had to jump down. My knees got scraped (even more than they were before) but I was fine enough to keep on going.