A Story of Adventures - A SyFy Neverland FanFiction

Too good to last?

When I woke up I wasn’t in my hammock. I was standing up straight, tied to the mast. At first I thought I was dreaming, but when I tried to move my arm the rope scratched at my arm. Definitely real. I found that my mouth was bound again too, as well as my eyes. Great. I knew, deep down it was too good to last. I knew my budding friendships were fake. It could have never lasted. I was a goner, I was-

“Shh.. I’ll get you out of here.” A voice said. It was Peter. I heard him pull out a long elegant dagger from a side scabbard.

“You okay? Hook did this, didn’t he?” Peter asked. Before he could cut away my bonds, the captain himself walked through his cabin door.

“Peter.” he addressed the boy at my side.

“Hook, you can’t just kidnap random girls. It’s not right.”

“You see, I can, and I have.”

“People have families, Jimmy, you can’t do this!”

“But I have, Peter, what are you going to do about it?”

To this Peter readied his dagger and Hook his sword. I didn’t want to watch this so I looked away, but it didn‘t matter because I couldn‘t see anyway. I heard blade against blade for quite a while. What would make a man hate a boy so much as too want to kill him? Sure, he cut his hand off, and sure, the boy could fly. But to an extreme that large.

“Peter, you think you are so great. Why don’t you get down from the sky and fight like a man, you coward!”

“A man? Me? NEVER! And a coward? Never!” He was now on the ground fighting with Hook. I had heard his feet land on the wooden deck.

“I have the upper hand now! I will win this time!” Hook called out.

“Jimmy, we don’t have to fight!” Peter cried.

“Maybe not, but because of you, I have lost too much.”

He came close to me and put his sword to my throat and ripped off my blindfold.

“Peter,” he said, sinisterly, “I wouldn’t get into any funny business, if I were you.” My heart was beating so loud I could have sworn everyone within a mile could have heard it.

“Jimmy, stop. Please. What’s she got to do with anything?”

Hook pressed his blade at my throat with a bit more pressure. If I moved my head at all, I had a feeling that my lip wouldn’t be the only thing I got cut in Neverland.

“Peter, you think reasoning is going to help you at a time like this? It won’t. YOU’RE SUCH A CHILD!”, he began to yell, “AND I AM SICK, AND TIRED, OF CHASING YOU AROUND, TRYING TO SEEK MY REVENGE. BECAUSE OF YOU, EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE HAS BEEN A BURDEN!”

I thought this was the end of me, that I would have no last words. I prepared myself for the worst. I felt hot, salty tears roll down my cheeks and the sea breeze blow the strays that had come out of my braids in the night. I tried to stop the tears, because I didn’t want to appear cowardly, but it didn’t work. They came rather slowly, but at a steady rate. Peter caught a glimpse of me crying, and a look of concern spread throughout his face. I didn’t know who’s side I was on. Peter or the Pirates?

“Jimmy. You’ve gone and made the kid cry. Is that how you want to be remembered? A villain?” And with that he flew into the air, although what happy thought he could think now was beyond me, and soared off to the island. I thought he would have at least helped me, but he left me here to die. When you couldn’t see him any longer, Hook released his blade from under my neck. He cut the binds wrapped around my torso, and then from my mouth.