HI! This is the fourth installment of the story: Flying in London! Back to Max's sarcasm. So yeah. This chappie's in MAX'S POINT OF VIEW (POV).
So this guy, Peter FREAKING Pan, barges into our makeshift room, think's I'm his girlfriend "Wendy" or whatever, and offers to take us to somewhere off EARTH? Is this normal in London? Is it even normal anywhere? Right now we were floating in our room, not hovering, or flapping. We were, in fact, flying without our wings. As we flew out from the stained-glass window, we halted.
"WAIT! You guys need weapons! To fight the pirates!" Peter exclaimed, and quite suddenly. Gazzy and Iggy looked at each other and – oh no. We headed back into the building and entered their rooms, and opened the weapons chest.
"Perfec—wait… these are my Lost Boys' weapons! But feel free to use them. They appear unused for a long time." Peter said nostalgically. Fang immediately grabbed the bow and arrow.
"Fang, do you even know how to use that?" I sighed out.
"Duh." was all he said. Had I ever seen him with a bow and arrow? Noooo. How would he manage with that? Nudge grabbed the slingshot.
"I can make it work," she said. I rolled my eyes playfully. Angel took the dagger. It was small, but it was most definitely her style: small but can kill easily. Iggy grabbed the sword, which would most help his blindness. He would be able to sense where to strike easily, and have something to strike with. Gazzy took the spear. That left me with the thingymawhoozit. The in-between-a-sword-and-dagger one. It was light, and thin.
"That's one of the pirates' old swords! We think it was a smallsword. They just sharpened the tip too much. But it still works well!" Peter said.
"Great. I get a crappy, broken, makeshift sword." I muttered. But as I took a closer look at it, the hilt was beautiful. It was designed intricately, and a blue-silver tint. It gleamed radiantly, as if I had to touch it. When I did, it was if it was designed for me. Because that's not creepy at all. And then, at the bottom of the pile, there was a square. It was faint. Fang knocked on it.
"It's hollow," he remarked. Iggy tried to push the chest over, but it was bolted to the ground. We searched around the box, and then around the room for some key or button to open it. Gazzy was read aloud the cover of one of the books on the bookshelf. Tilting his head he said,
"Guys! I think I found something! 'Ways To Open A Hidden Vault by Various Authors, but namely Wendy Moira Angela Darling Huntsford.'" Gazzy pulled the book out, and there was a click. We opened the chest again, to find the square open. It had things like a necklace with an acorn button on it, and a silk pouch with pixie dust inside it. But most treasured inside was a ring on a blue satin pillow. It was golden, and engraved in it was:
For Wendy, My Heart, My Storyteller
Peter sat there and cried.
"Huntsford? Who is this Huntsford? It should be Pan! But she grew up, and I stayed same, and she's dead and gone and passed! I should have stayed! She was my s—storyteller, she was my h—heart…" Peter said in-between sobs. There was more to this story, but now wasn't the time to ask. I comforted him. It was like seeing Nudge or Angel cry. I couldn't bear it. I let him sob into my shoulder. He was the same height as I was. I think he ages when he comes to London. Or back on Earth. Whoever this "Wendy" was, she broke his heart. He really cared for her.
"Come on," Peter sniffled, "let's come away to Neverland!" He smiled, I took his hand, and I smiled back. I grabbed the pixie dust pouch from the mini-vault, put on the necklace, and we all followed him.
"Wait!" Peter concentrated, and a silver strap for Fang's quiver (which he put in-between his shoulder blades and wings), a white belt sheath for Angel's dagger, a mahogany brown sheath for Iggy's sword, a belt with a kind of strap for my freaking epic smallsword, and a small waist pouch of sea-glass marbles for Nudge's slingshot. I was astounded that he could materialize things out of air. The only thing that would surprise me even more was if his… I don't know. Spit could heal? I noticed we weren't glittering anymore. So we had another dose of dust, and thought our thoughts, and we flew away.
"Uh, so Pete, where are we going?" Iggy said. That is an important question. It wasn't on Earth, I knew that.
"Neverland. Second Star to the Right, and Straight on til' Morning," Peter said, not looking back.
"We're almost here. Hold on to each other. It's a bit bumpy and rushed," he said. Nudge held Iggy's arm. Iggy took Gazzy's ankle, and he was holding Angel's foot. Angel hugged Total and held Fang's hand. I took Peter's ankle and Fang's other hand. It was bumpy, but it was exhilarating! Like going really fast with my wings, except without getting wiped out from flapping. When this experience was done, I saw beautiful land. It was lush and green, had many forest trees, and lagoons and beaches. It was an all-terrain place. Mountains, ocean, even rare patches of desert. The thing that caught my eye was a large ship. Like, a big PIRATE ship. It was HUGE. It was docked in the middle of one of the bays.
"Righty-o. This is the Neverlands! " Peter made a big welcoming gesture towards the isles.
"Nice place." I said snidely. But really, it was impressive.
"Woo-hoo!" Gazzy hollered, mimicking Peter, and he used his wings. He swooped down from the clouds to touch the turquoise water. BLAM! A cannon fired. Crap. Crap. Crap! GAZZY! The water was flying everywhere. He flew back towards us, hair and clothes soaked.
"Dude! What were you thinking?" I scolded Gazzy.
"Let's go to the Tree," Peter said excitedly. What tree? We followed him to a clearing in one of the forests. It had seven trees.
"Pick a tree! Any tree! Well, not the one in the middle, cause' that's mine," Peter exclaimed. He stood in front of the fourth tree. Angel must have read his mind, because she was grinning and she took Total to the tree to his right. Peter smiled at her. Gazzy took the one next to Peter, on his left, and he took Iggy to be on Gazzy's left. Nudge went to Iggy's left. That left me and Fang. I went next to Angel, and Fang was next to me. He pulled one of the vines on his tree, and a hole, somewhere on each of our trees opened. Nudge had a spiral staircase around the roots, Iggy had a slide under the roots, Gazzy had a hole in the middle of the tree to belly slide down, Angel had a swirly slide down underground, and Fang had a slide under the roots like Iggy's. I had a sort of tube? The trunk was hollow, and there were pillows at the bottom of the pit. I had to fall down a chute, while the others had stairs and slides. I didn't know what Peter's entrance was. We all went down, and fell on different corners of a couple of big, animal-skin pillows. All of us laughed, even Fang. God, that was fun.
Haha. I threw in a Dylan reference. *wink* I wasn't going to end this here, but it seemed a good ending place. So... sucks for you. But I've already started on the next chapter.