Just Make Believe

Chapter 2

I smashed head on into some boy, by the grunt he made, I knew he couldn't have been older than sixteen years. I straddle across his stomach, pushing my knees on his shoulders to keep him down. Quick as I can, I reach for his weapon that fell from his hand. I try to keep quiet, but he obviously wasn't. He was hollering like a calf on branding day, loud and long. I grabbed his sword and rolled off of his chest and to the right. I put my back to the wall and stayed quiet once more. Slowly making my way down its side. I then bump into a large wooden pole, and decide that I should stop here. I hear a quiet whispering above me, I slow my breathing to listen.

"Dean..." It was Peter! "Dean... up here..."

I turn my head up, but still don't see anything, i decide to reach my hand up, the one without the sword. I touch his hand and grasp his wrist, his touch relieved some of my fear building up inside me.

"Peter? Please tell me that's you..." I had to make sure before anything bad happened.

"Yeah, come on up, quietly." I hear more voices from where i had just walked away from, they are slowly getting louder and louder. I notice more voices, as in more people, as in more danger.

As quiet a I could manage, I put the short sword in my mouth and grabbed his wrist with both hands, and he did the same. I walked horizontally up the pole and once I was up with Peter, I squeezed his arm tightly, there was no way he was going away from me again without being pried from my cold dead fingers.

"Peter, I-" I start, but I am interrupted by the sound of shushing behind me. He obviously made the point that they were coming close.

O listened closely, barely making out what the people below us were saying.

"-have to get him!" One said.

"Yeah, he took my short sword, that was my favorite one! I will kill him with that sword when I get it back." That one was obviously the boy that I had tackled, I smiled knowing that I made him mad and he didn't even know it was me. 

"Did you heart that?" I waited, I thought that he heard me or something, "Nobody cares about your stupid sword boy, you're lucky that you're Hook's kid, or we would've killed you by now."

Wait... what?

They went silent once more, I sat there, more liked crouched over the edge of the platform, probably almost dragging Peter with me. I then hear the clicking of boots from the other direction. They were on their way over to me and Peter. I start to worry that they know that me and him are up here, because me and Peter against three men? and a teen? I don't like those odds.

The boots stop under my and Peter's pole, and images of my own blood rush to my mind. I start to open my mouth to tell Peter we should go, but once I turned my head, I felt his hand over my mouth. I decide to just shut up and go with it. I still cant see anything, but still I stared down where I had heard the boots.

"Why don't you have him yet? We are almost there. And once the light comes hes going to get away and i will have to search for him all over again. Now we don't want that, do we?" A man asked the men that I had heard earlier.

I hear voices saying, " No sir, no, we wouldn't want that."

"Then go and find him!" The man yelled, he was obviously the leader of this bunch, who also had anger problems...

I hear two sets of heavy footsteps go away from us and I feel a small amount of relief, but Peter is still tense with his hand over my mouth.

"Father, do please calm a small bit. If he goes away when we reach land, then we will at least know where he is. We would know that he is on the island." The boy says in a calm voice. 

"I don't think you realize that..." the leader pauses, "PETER PAN CAN FLY YOU DIMWIT!" Since the boy called him father, I realized this must be asserted to 'Hook's kid'.

I flinch at the sudden rise in volume, and I slam into Peter's chin with my head, he started to gran, but I spun around in his arms and put my hand over his mouth. But, while I spun around, he lost his grip on me. Since I was only balancing on my tip toes, his one arm around me slid away and I was starting to fall. My heart started to race and Peter only had his other hand over my mouth, now removed, to catch me. I let out a small squeal and dropped, only catching myself by using the stolen short sword as a grip against the wood post. With its tip stuck in the wood, I sit probably a meter or two from the platform.

I feel the need to whisper for Peter, but I know that its only going to make matters worse. I feel the blade twitch, giving way to my weight.

"What was that?" Hook hollered from below me. I start to sweat, knowing that the whole friggin' ship probably heard that. I feel Peter's hand in front of my face, but he and I both knew that they already knew our whereabouts.

"Where Captain?" a burly man called out.

"Above me you imbeciles!" Hook bellowed, "Hurry! Light is coming!"

Fuck.

I decide to do something insanely stupid on many levels. So many levels. I wrap my legs and one arm around the post, and then I yank out the short sword out of the wood. I hand it over to my other hand all the while I can feel the men trying to climb up the pole. With my free hand, I reach to Peter's, which is hanging in my face, and only hold it for a couple seconds. I start to slide down, trying to grip harder. I look over to where the bow of the ship should have been, and I see a small circle of light, enlarging slowly. My time was running low, I needed to get a move on, and fast.

I crawled to the opposite side of the pole, hoping that the crew would be so busy with looking up the pole that they wouldn't pay attention to me until my sword was to their throats. I reach what should be the other side, feeling the men climbing the pole now.

"Hurry imbeciles! While Pan is grounded!" Hook yells.

The men start to go higher, their heaving breaths ruling them out. I start to slide down the post slowly, but not moving fast enough. I look towards the bow again, the circle getting bigger, causing me to panic and just drop to the ground. I start to sprint away from the bow, towards the side.

By the time I reach the side, the light had gotten larger, and I could see very little, only the silhouettes of the crew and Captain. I backed away into someone, and spin around bringing up my sword to the person's throat, only to realize that they were waiting for me. The person, ripped the short sword out of my hands and picked me up and spun me around so fast that I didn't even realize what happened until he had my hands bound and my own sword to my neck.