Tiger Lily (A Peter Pan Fanfic)

Chapter Eleven

A/N: This chapter is rather short. I'm sorry!

"What do you mean you're leaving?" my father demanded from his position at the ship's wheel, his brow furrowed and eyes narrowed. 

"Pan threatened you, dad. There's nothing I can do about it." I said simply, shrugging.

"You've never been one to back down from a fight, Lily." he reminded me, raising an eyebrow. 

"That was before he threatened to kill you." I pressed, raising my eyebrows.

The floorboards creaked under my feet as ship gently tilted left and right. We weren't leaving the island, obviously. Just moving to a different position. My father thought it might give us an advantage, moving to a different position. He didn't know Pan like I knew him, though. It was as if the green-eyed boy knew our moves before we even knew them. Perhaps he was even watching us now.

My father chuckled lightly, his unruly hair blowing in the breeze. "I can hold my own, Lily. I've fought the Dark One, haven't I?"

"Be that as it may, " I pressed, my eyes narrowed, "this is a foe we know little about. But the fact that he controls the entire island should be warning enough to stop and think about what you're doing."

My father studied me for a moment, his intense blue eyes boring into my own as he contemplated what I'd said. Surely, he knew I was right. Or had he forgotten that the second we'd landed in Neverland, things had begun to go wrong?

Sighing in defeat, he turned to the crew, barking orders, as he gripped the wheel tightly, turning the ship around. 

"Smart man, listening to his daughter."

I whirled around at the sound of the unwanted voice that spoke with such smugness, as did the rest of the crew, including my father. 

My eyes narrowed darkly at Pan. He seemed to always show up at the worst times...which was all the time. He stood, feet slightly apart, hands at his side, and head tilted a little to the right. Not to mention, that smirk I'd grown to hate was plastered on his lips.

Reacting quickly, my father drew his sword, making his way down to Pan, the tip of the blade pointed directly at his throat. In response, Pan merely laughed, shaking his head. 

"You honestly think you can kill me?" he mused, not bothering to move, "We've gone through this before, Killian. Peter Pan never fails."

"Quit the theatrics, Pan. What are you doing here?" I growled, gripping the dagger by my side.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the crew watching. Some with interest, others with blood-lust. Their hands gripped their weapons tightly, ready to spring any moment at the sign of a fight. Their faces twisted into snarls, they kept their focus on Pan.

"Well, isn't it obvious, love?" he questioned, stepping away from my father and circling me, "I'm here to collect what's mine."

"And as I've said, Pan. I belong to no one." I hissed, not breaking eye contact.

Pan laughed humorlessly, his upper lip curling. "So naive, it's almost cute."

"Your fight is with me, Pan. Leave my daughter alone." my father spat, stepping up to the bridge, sword still drawn.

Spreading his arms, Pan stepped back. "How adorable. You think this is a fight?" Shaking his head, he laughed once more, "No, this is just the game."

"See your daughter, " Pan continued, tilting his head, "possesses a great amount of magic. Magic I'd love to teach her how to control."

"You're not going to get that chance." my father snarled before slashing his sword down.