The King and The Mute Pirate (OUAT)

Chapter 7

I woke up to the sound of chatter and footsteps. I sat up in bed and quickly brushed my hair, pulled my boots on, grabbed my belt, and put my cloak on.
With the hood fully covering my face I opened the door to see the Lost Boys training.
I looked around to see everyone there except Pan and Felix.
I watched the fight until one of the boys gave in.
There was some cheering along with booing and I moved to a tree that was a few feet away from everyone.
I crossed my arms and watched as they all fought until someone gave in.
"Having fun?"
I turned to my left to see Felix watching me.
I shrugged and glanced at the fight.
"Why don't you go in there?"
I frowned and shook my head.
"Why not?"
I looked at him and put a finger to my throat.
"You think that if you fight, you might kill one of them?"
I nodded.
Cheers sounded as another boy lost to a fight.
"What if I told you that you could fight me instead?" He asked.
My eyes met his and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Pan told me what happened, I think you have some anger that needs to be let out."
I sighed then after a few long minutes I nodded.
"Alright. Since you're new, we won't be using weapons."
I nodded and took off my belt and left it by the tree.
Felix put his club next to mine and got everyone's attention.
They parted for me and I got into a fighting position while Felix did the same.
I studied him as he did the same. We didn't move as we waited to see who would move first.
Everything was quiet that I could hear my heartbeat.
Then Felix came at me with a kick, I blocked with my arm and moved to the right and threw a punch. He blocked and that's what we did. We blocked and dodged each other's moves.
Then I moved to the left with speed and kicked Felix in the ribs. He hissed in pain then he grabbed me by the hood and kneed me in the face.
There was a chorus of gasps as I stumbled back.
I lifted a hand to my nose to find blood.
I looked at him as the anger I was holding back came out.
No one makes me bleed my own blood!
Felix watched me and I ran at him with a punch colliding into his face.
Then I swept him from under his feet and started to slowly choke him.
He struggled until I felt his heartbeat slow. I let go and got off of him.
The boys parted for me and I grabbed my belt and left.
As I walked I found myself looking at my knuckles that were raw and bleeding.
I haven't seen my knuckles like this since I first learned how to fight.
I gently touched my cheek and felt it becoming swollen.
I flinched from the pain and soon found myself on the beach.
I looked out to the ocean and then looked away.
I walked to the shallow part of the ocean and stuck my hands in.
I hissed in pain and then brought some water to my face.
Although it stung it felt good.
Usually when I get hurt Hook-my father would get a rag and pour some of his alcohol on my wounds.
I remember when I got in my first fist fight with some boys in some city I got punched in the face and got a nasty black eye. I even managed to lose a tooth and had my knuckles bruised. I remember father fussing me then he would apologize and he would rub alcohol on my wounds. He would say that alcohol would take the pain away and clean the wounds. He said that if I ever came to a situation where there was no alcohol was to use the ocean.
"That was some fight."
I looked up to see Pan with a rag.
I took the rag from Pan and dropped it in the ocean. Then I picked it up and brought it to my face.
I flinched but then applied pressure as I felt the swelling go down.
Pan picked up one of my hands and studied my knuckles that started to bleed again.
"I can heal it you know." He said.
I looked at him and asked why he would do that.
"Do you really want to have scars on your hands?"
I had wounds way worse than this. I can handle a few busted knuckles.
Pan raised his brows and smiled,"Is that so?"
I told him about the fight with the boys and he laughed.
"You gave them a black eye and a kick to the groin? What did you do to start the fight?"
I stole some money from their father and I got caught.
"A girl, a pirate, and now a thief? Is there anything else I should know about?"
I rolled my eyes and he laughed.
I once got into a fight with a dwarf for taking his axe and my father was outraged. He said that I had some death wish for fighting everyone.
"Do you really fight with everyone?"
I stopped fighting 8 years ago.
"What happened 8 years ago?"
I shook my head and Pan looked out at the ocean.
"Were you raised on the Jolly Roger?"
I nodded.
"What was it like?"
I shrugged, It was nice I guess. It was fun waking up on a pirate ship and traveling everywhere. Don't get me wrong, it was fun and all until it wasn't. It felt like a cycle that was always on repeat.
"What do you think Hook is doing right now?"
I frowned, I don't know and I don't care.
Then he stood up and stretched,"Let's get back. It's getting dark and the fun is about to start."
He held out his hand to me and I hesitantly took it.
We walked back to camp and a bonfire was already starting.
I sat down on a log and watched everyone dance.
As everyone danced I ate and watched Pan play his flute.
It was nice and I slowly found myself tapping my foot to the music.
When I noticed what I was doing I stopped and looked at my knuckles.
They were swollen but I knew that in a few days it would heal. As for my face it would heal in a week or two.
Pan played a piece of music that made everyone holler and laugh and the dancing sped up.
I smiled to myself at the happy Boys when I thought of my father.
He left me here. Abandoned me all because I wanted to have fun. And he hit me. He never hit me before, even when I got into trouble he would never hit me.
Even when I got... the scars, he never got mad. Now that I think about it, he was only trying to protect me.
"You got what was rightfully deserved!"
His words rang in my head and I suddenly felt sick.
I stood up and walked to my tent.
I closed the flap and sat on the ground next to my bed.
"You need to learn when to grow up!"
I shut my eyes and shook my head.
"You couldn't protect yourself 8 years ago."
I bit my lip and pulled on my hair.
"You paid the price."
A choked sob escaped my lips and I soon find myself crying.
Why did he say those things? Why did he leave? Why does everybody leave?!
I brought my knees to my chest and hugged myself.
I sniffed and wiped my tears away.
My father left me here. He doesn't care about me and he never did.
He doesn't deserve my love. He only deserves my hatred.
He left me here and I'm glad. I didn't need him anyway.
Neverland is my home and will now forever be my home.
I don't need a grown up to tell me what to do or what not to do.
I can take care of myself just perfectly without my blasted father!
All he is a one handed pirate with a drinking problem.
And now I'm free of him and his stupid crew.
Welcome to Neverland indeed.