The leery's had long since made their rounds from lantern to lantern as night fell upon them swiftly, the sky a cerulean wave of beauty and majesty as the small group made their way towards the port of London, shrouded in darkness and secrecy, avoiding witness as best as they could. There were few people out and about this time of night, most already to their homes and their suppers, and warm beds by lantern light.
Sleepy ships bobbed quietly in the waters inky lapping edge, the docks quiet for the most part. They made their way quickly towards the cargo ship, or at least that is what it appeared to be. Moira held onto several of her bags while Peter seemed to guide Smee up the dock to the plank that led up to the ship's topside. Feeling the breeze through her golden curls, she shut her eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath through her nose at the briny stock that churned below, her mind on the excitement to come. Pirates. Real pirates. Peter was real. Neverland was a true possibility now, and a grandfather that beheld all of her family's biggest secrets lay in wait for her in the great beyond. She could feel it once more, that same feeling she always got when standing upon the docks at the water's edge. Something calling to her in the distance, a home waiting for her.
"Moira...let's go." Peter hissed softly to her as he led Smee up the plank onto the ship while carrying Smee's suitcase and old accordion. Moira shook herself out of these dreamy thoughts and turned quickly heading onward up the plank, looking to the massive sails above that were slowly unfurling from their positions via unseen forces that hid among them. The wind caught them as the ship lurched forward slightly, nearly knocking Moira off of the plank as she clamped her hand over her mouth to silence her startled cry and not catch any attention from any passing down below.
She gasped and reached out but before she could tumble down a strong hand held onto her wrist, hauling her back upward and into the safety of his arms. Peter had caught her just in time as they stood there, heavy of breath, inches away from one another, eyes lowered. It felt like several moments had passed as the two stood there in their sudden embrace, both breathing lightly and staring at one another.
"Be more careful." He whispered then quickly pulled away, leading Smee up onto the deck above, leaving Moira flustered but she soon followed as she picked up the two bags with her once more and stood behind Peter. A sound from above caught her attention as she lifted her gaze, spotting the glowing green eyes of many small children up in the riggings as they set to work undoing the sails, mending them and the like. One little boy and girl, clearly siblings, caught her attention as they stared on curiously towards her. The boy glanced at Peter then back to Moira, shaking his head warningly, before scampering off, pulling the little girl behind him fast.
This was a cryptic warning that fell unknown to Moira as she attempted to shrug it off though the shiver it left within her lingered behind for some time. She looked to Peter, wondering if maybe his intentions were far from pure but she did not have time to think on such things. Peter sat Smee down in a chair to the side of the captain's quarters, a familiar spot to Smee as it was where he often sat and played the accordion for the benefit of the eager and listening crew. The ghost of his former self seemed to play jovially in the haunting lantern light before disappearing to replace itself with the weathered old man who sat there, shivering, sweeping his gaze this way and that as he took in the sights and smells of the familiar ship.
Suddenly she realized she was surrounded, by tall roughened individuals who watched her in silence, eyeing her distrustfully. Moira walked in between the hulking members of the ship as they parted gradually to let her pass, strong-eyed stares, and aggressive jaw clench setting Moira on edge as she slowly and carefully made her way through the tough and rowdy looking crewmen and women. That is when she took notice of the unnatural color to their gazes, the lantern light playing on Moira's eyes as she could swear their inhuman stares of ruby, emerald and gold bore into her very being. It must have been a trick of the light, it had to be. For no human on earth possessed such colorful glowing eyes.
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Building Neverland-Hook Rising
FantasyFifty years have come and gone since the Lost endured their "adventure" with Wendy at their leader's command. Now, however, the crew and Peter unfortunately find themselves aging. Having changed much in their years under their Captain's leadership...
