sorry.” Panting, I brace myself
on my knees. “I didn’t mean to put this fate on you. But it was the
only chance I had.”
His face glistening from sweat, he slowly
lifts his gaze to mine. Blood drips from his nose. “You damn
asshole,” he drawls. “I was a fool to believe you and I could ever
be brothers. You haven’t changed a bit—never cared about anyone but
yourself.”
It’s not true. I care about him. Only I care
more about Angel.
“ Next time we
meet,” he continues, “I will kill you. I swear, James
Hook, I’ll find the sword that’s forged only for piercing your
black heart.”
Understanding
his wrath, I don’t doubt him for a minute. But he’s mistaken if he
thinks I won’t be prepared. I straighten, the gap hewn into our
newly discovered brotherhood widening fast.
Suddenly a
fire of a wholly new kind glazes in his eyes. “Or maybe killing you
isn’t enough… What would be the worst thing that could happen to
you?” He bends forward and picks something small up from the deck.
One of the beckon beans.
Shit!
“ I bet it’s
something to do with Angel.” A sneer crawls to his beaten face.
“What did you say before? Think of her and eat the bean? It’ll lead
the way…right?”
Before I can
rush to him, Peter flies up and puts the bean into his mouth. From
his appalled look I know when he chewed it. Then he swallows hard
and coughs. “Wicked stuff.” Looking up, he gazes at the sun for a
second, then he turns his head and focuses on a spot in the sky in
the opposite direction. As he looks down at me next, he laughs
scornfully. “You really tried to sail there? Major fail, brother .”
Spitting the last word, he zooms off.
Without hesitation I pull my gun, aim at
Peter, and shoot. The bullet misses the target.
“Follow him!” I yell to the crew, fighting
against the fear in my chest that he would hurt Angel if he found
her just to get back at me.
Smee steps in my way. “Cap’n, he’s flying.
We’re on a two thousand ton ship. How should that work?”
“Right.” I twist and tilt my head, cupping my
mouth, and shout up to the crow’s nest. “Bull’s Eye! Where’s Pan
going?”
The short, bald man with dark skin lifts the
spyglass to his eye and looks through. “Up, Cap’n!” he shouts after
a moment. “East and up.”
“ What do you
mean up ?”
“ That Peter
Pan is flying higher than I’ve ever seen him fly before. And he’s
still going up.”
I remember the urge to climb the mast when I
ate the first beckon bean and how I almost tried to jump then.
Maybe I was misled all along. In the past, Bre’Shun sent me a
stellar card. It should help me to find London. Is Angel really on
a different star?
The headache from Peter’s punch to my jaw is
getting worse. I rake my hands through my hair and lace my fingers
at the back of my neck, tilting my head back. A tortured sigh
escapes me.
“What we do now, James?”
I look at Smee. “I don’t see any other choice
than get the fairies what they want. Get us back to the shore.
Tonight we hunt rainbows.”
Peter Pan
LIKE A VORTEX, the sky pulls me up with
incredible strength. I don’t know where I’m going or what it really
is that leads me straight up and on, but fighting against this
power is in vain. After some time, I relax and simply go with the
warm flow.
Far away from Neverland, the sky starts to
darken. Stars are shining so bright all around me that it feels
like I only have to reach out and could pluck them from the canopy.
It’s beautiful beyond words.
In this
place, a person completely loses time out of sight. I could have
been here for minutes or traveling for hours. There’s nothing but
light spots against darkness. And a bluish white crescent to my
right. Flying through a shower of falling stars and finally a loop
around the moon, I feel how the flow starts to drag me downward.
New lights appear beneath me, but they’re not stars. They are
lights of a town.
London.
The
on my knees. “I didn’t mean to put this fate on you. But it was the
only chance I had.”
His face glistening from sweat, he slowly
lifts his gaze to mine. Blood drips from his nose. “You damn
asshole,” he drawls. “I was a fool to believe you and I could ever
be brothers. You haven’t changed a bit—never cared about anyone but
yourself.”
It’s not true. I care about him. Only I care
more about Angel.
“ Next time we
meet,” he continues, “I will kill you. I swear, James
Hook, I’ll find the sword that’s forged only for piercing your
black heart.”
Understanding
his wrath, I don’t doubt him for a minute. But he’s mistaken if he
thinks I won’t be prepared. I straighten, the gap hewn into our
newly discovered brotherhood widening fast.
Suddenly a
fire of a wholly new kind glazes in his eyes. “Or maybe killing you
isn’t enough… What would be the worst thing that could happen to
you?” He bends forward and picks something small up from the deck.
One of the beckon beans.
Shit!
“ I bet it’s
something to do with Angel.” A sneer crawls to his beaten face.
“What did you say before? Think of her and eat the bean? It’ll lead
the way…right?”
Before I can
rush to him, Peter flies up and puts the bean into his mouth. From
his appalled look I know when he chewed it. Then he swallows hard
and coughs. “Wicked stuff.” Looking up, he gazes at the sun for a
second, then he turns his head and focuses on a spot in the sky in
the opposite direction. As he looks down at me next, he laughs
scornfully. “You really tried to sail there? Major fail, brother .”
Spitting the last word, he zooms off.
Without hesitation I pull my gun, aim at
Peter, and shoot. The bullet misses the target.
“Follow him!” I yell to the crew, fighting
against the fear in my chest that he would hurt Angel if he found
her just to get back at me.
Smee steps in my way. “Cap’n, he’s flying.
We’re on a two thousand ton ship. How should that work?”
“Right.” I twist and tilt my head, cupping my
mouth, and shout up to the crow’s nest. “Bull’s Eye! Where’s Pan
going?”
The short, bald man with dark skin lifts the
spyglass to his eye and looks through. “Up, Cap’n!” he shouts after
a moment. “East and up.”
“ What do you
mean up ?”
“ That Peter
Pan is flying higher than I’ve ever seen him fly before. And he’s
still going up.”
I remember the urge to climb the mast when I
ate the first beckon bean and how I almost tried to jump then.
Maybe I was misled all along. In the past, Bre’Shun sent me a
stellar card. It should help me to find London. Is Angel really on
a different star?
The headache from Peter’s punch to my jaw is
getting worse. I rake my hands through my hair and lace my fingers
at the back of my neck, tilting my head back. A tortured sigh
escapes me.
“What we do now, James?”
I look at Smee. “I don’t see any other choice
than get the fairies what they want. Get us back to the shore.
Tonight we hunt rainbows.”
Peter Pan
LIKE A VORTEX, the sky pulls me up with
incredible strength. I don’t know where I’m going or what it really
is that leads me straight up and on, but fighting against this
power is in vain. After some time, I relax and simply go with the
warm flow.
Far away from Neverland, the sky starts to
darken. Stars are shining so bright all around me that it feels
like I only have to reach out and could pluck them from the canopy.
It’s beautiful beyond words.
In this
place, a person completely loses time out of sight. I could have
been here for minutes or traveling for hours. There’s nothing but
light spots against darkness. And a bluish white crescent to my
right. Flying through a shower of falling stars and finally a loop
around the moon, I feel how the flow starts to drag me downward.
New lights appear beneath me, but they’re not stars. They are
lights of a town.
London.
The
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