Set Your Sails...to Atlantis || Peter Pan, OUAT

Chapter Two - Wanted

~ Davina

I wake to the sounds of distant yelling, bells ringing and goods being thrown to and from ship and port. My body aches from the thin mattress, but my head is clear from sleeping so soundly. Something about the familiarity of piracy does wonders to a sleep-deprived Captain.

I stretch, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and hopping down. Pulling on my boots, I look around the surprisingly spacious room — small items from pirate past that have become trinkets and treasures decorate the walls, old rope hanging from the recently-replaced wooden beams, with lanterns swaying gently from the warm breeze pushing through the crack in the window, and maps that have barely survived journeys line the walls. I smile to myself, enjoying the moment of comfort and peace in this familiar space.

Peter stirs next to me. I turn to look at him, his eyes fluttering open.

"Morning," I greet.

"Morning," he mumbles. "Up already?"

"Got things to do. I am a Captain, after all."

"Mm, I suppose..." He replies and props himself up on his elbows, squinting against the bright sunshine flooding into the room.

I turn back to the room and my eyes land on my jacket, the black leather seeming stark against the neutral decor. I leap up, quickly grabbing the it as I see the tarot cards falling out of the inside pocket, their bright colours far too eye-catching. I tuck them back in and smoothly pull the jacket on.

"Get cold all of a sudden?" Peter asks, frowning at my sudden movement.

"No, just want to get a move on and set sail. Atlantis awaits," I half-lie. "I'll see you downstairs. Don't worry, I'll make sure the Boys are fed and somewhat...recovered."

Peter laughs at the mention of the Boys, shaking his head. I wink and leave the room, knocking on the Boys' doors as I pass, hearing groans of agony from within.

Downstairs, Augusta is back behind the bar, scrubbing away at the stains left from the previous night's raucousness.

"Seems like we missed out on a good night," I say as I help move discarded tankards from the tables to the bar.

"One of the busiest. Always seems to be the case when you and your family arrive on the island," Augusta replies with a smile. "Speaking of, did your parents decided to stay aboard the ship?"

I take a seat at the bar, "I see not all news has travelled as far as I thought..."

Augusta pauses, frowning with concern.

"My parents passed away, taken to the Locker," I say.

"Oh Davina, I'm so-"

"Please, don't apologise. They...chose to sacrifice themselves, so I could live. And I avenged their deaths, sent Captain Tentacles to the depths myself," I interrupt, smirking at the memory of defeating Davy Jones.

"Well, that calls for a drink, in memoriam and in celebration," Augusta says and pulls a bottle of rum hidden at the back of her collection. "And only the best for an old friend."

I grin, taking the bottle as she passes it to me and following with a large swig. She's right, it's by the far best on offer around these parts.

Augusta takes her own swig, when a man bursts through the door, sweating with panic.

"John, what is it?" Augusta asks.

"They're here. They're waiting..." this so-called John says between panting breaths.

"Who's waiting?" I say.

"The Royal Navy!" He whispers with urgency.

He disappears through the door, and we watch him sprint past the windows to the neighbouring establishments.