08 August 2019

Saving Neverland - Ch 4 - Only In My Dreams

(Josie Sayz: This is a story that I began working on several years ago. I am finally reading through it/editing it. This is a fanfiction piece of what would happen if two of my favourite characters Peter Pan (from J M Barrie’s book) and Jack Frost (from ‘Rise of the Guardians’) met, why and what adventure would they go on. I originally wrote this story as a present for a friend. I have decided to dig it out and plan to release each chapter as I edit it. This is Chapter One: ‘Just Keep Reading’.

Note: I do not own Peter Pan or any of the relating characters or places to the story; these are all owned by J M Barrie and ‘Disney’. I do not own Jack Frost or any of the relating characters or places to the story; these are all owned by William Joyce and ‘DreamWorks’.

Chapter One: ‘Just Keep Reading’ can be found here: https://josiesayz.blogspot.com/2019/06/saving-neverland-just-keep-reading.html



Only in my Dreams
Something stiff and ridged bounced against the side of her face. She gave a groan. It shook her again. She moved her hand, shoving it underneath her left cheek. Something passed in front of her, altering the light. Her inner eye lids flickered from their regular peachy-pink to a greyed-clay, almost black. She groaned. Moving her right arm, she crossed it over her face. The solid lump dug into her face again. “Wakey, wakey, Sleepyhead,” sang a soft, male voice. “We’re almost there.” Pulling her arm from her eyes she gave a murmur.
“Dad?” she croaked, as she squinted. “What time is it?” She winced as the light jabbed at her eyes. Scrunching her hands up to her sockets, she rubbed them hard.
“Come on Izz, look!” spoke the voice. She frowned. It sounded familiar… but the voice did not belong to her father. Wind flounced through her hair and swept against her skin. Although the material on the surface below her was soft to the touch, beneath it was hard, corrugated and scraped at her sides. “Izz,” cried the voice again. “Izz, are you awake?” She shook her head, hoping to rid herself of sleep. Arching her head around her, she gasped. Her heart boomed against her ribcage. She was surrounded by air. She looked down. Someone was beneath her, carrying her weight. She gripped her arms around their shoulders tight, as they swayed to the left. His camouflage tree shirt, moss coloured hat with a red feather and thick auburn hair all looked familiar to her, ‘Yet they can’t be,’ she told herself. She shook her head again. Clutching on tight, she turned to her right. She gave a quick sniff, salty sea air shooting up her nasal passage. There was another boy beside her. He was flying too, with a stick in his hand. His blue hoodie and icy hair also felt like recent images in her mind.
Feeling her gaze upon him, he turned to her. “Izz,” he said with a smile. “Good, you’re awake.” Her stomach swirled, tingling as it spun her insides around in loops. She smiled back at him, biting her bottom lip as she felt her cheeks burn.
“It was real,” she whispered. “All of it… real.”
“You’ve just gotta look at this,” the frosty haired boy told her, as he pointed to the view ahead of them. She perched her head over the collarbone of her carrier. He turned his head towards her.
“Told ya I wouldn’t let you miss it,” he said with a grin.
She gasped. Before her, surrounded by sea, lay an island. The island’s body stretched out towards its briny, beryl boarder. As the water crashed against its shores, the island gave the impression that it was waving at them. “Five points,” Izz whispered, noticing the island’s five joining segments. “Just like my picture book.”
“Yep,” Peter said, having heard her. “That’s Neverland – the shape of a star.”
“Wow,” she breathed, unable to say anything more, as words spiralled around in her brain, merging with one another.
As Peter neared Neverland, its features grew stronger. The four evergreen mountains of the Never Peak and the fifth, a taller granite grey, towered high and bold over the rest of the island. Water trickled down the centre mound, splashing in the brook below. Forests spread across the land, trapping the land in a mesmerising array of greens, browns, leaves, trees and mosses. The clearest of blue waters swam from the centre of the island, splashing out into the sea. To the far right of the island’s farthest point lay a large rock - big enough to be an island of its own. Stranded from the rest of Neverland, surrounded solely by sea, its surface lay grey, wet and lonesome. Erosion from the sea and weathers appeared to have caused the rock to narrow at its bottom, remaining wider towards its peak. Izz swallowed, noticing that this made the rock appear to contain a jawline and wide skull. Two jagged, cave-like entrances appeared on either side of its broad, curved skull, forming two, large and menacing eyes. She stared at it. Her heart thudding. She tensed her arms, gripping Peter tighter. “That’s Skull Island,” he said, noticing Izz’s solemn stare and sensing her stiffen above him. “Look,” he said pointing to a glow below. Following Peter’s finger to the flock of flickering lights, she gasped. The glows hovered over a pool of water, near Mermaid Lagoon, to the island’s right-hand side, before arching over it, creating a rainbow as they flew. “Amazing,” she breathed.
“Fairies,” Peter told her with a wink.
As they flew closer still, smoke signals could be seen puffing into the sky. Following the trail of smoke, Izz’s attention was drawn to the end of the island’s second segment to her far left. The ground, brown with mud, covered with pointed huts, surrounded by narrow towers, caked in earthen-coloured paint. ‘The redskins,’ Izz acknowledged.
Peter tilted forwards and descended towards the largest of gaps between two branches of the island. Jack followed them. Staring at the breadth of waters, Izz did not need telling where they were heading. The sea darkened, as its depth deepened. Waves lashed up at the trees in land, crashing against the shore and smashing against the rocks. Something emerged from the water. It splashed about, pounding its limbs on the surface, before diving back down to the ocean’s depths. “Cannibal Cove,” she murmured. Peter nodded.
“Are you sure you haven’t been here before?” he asked with a laugh.
“Only in my dreams,” she replied with a giggle.
 Swerving away from the cove, Peter arched their flight towards a cluster of trees near the island’s centre. He increased their descent, skating over the sea’s surface. It cracked beneath them. In Peter’s absence, it appeared, the sea, in places, had become frozen. Stepping on it, Peter woke the sea from its tiresome twilight. Escaping through the cracks of ice, waves lashed against the island. The sea clawed away at its imprisonment, smashing the ice with its fearsome fists. As they passed over it, Izz pressed one ear to her shoulder, clasping a hand over the other. Standing outside a Year Seven class’ drum lesson, while they smashed the instruments to wrecks did not even compare to the sound. “Where are you going?” she yelled to Peter as he turned his back to the caves and pressed forward towards the forest. Peter’s mouth opened, but his reply drowned in depths of the sea. “You’re going the wrong way,” she shouted.
“I’m not!” he barked back. “I’ve got to find Tink!”
Hearing a muddle of muffled words, Jack stretched his staff out in front of him. Picking up speed through the wind’s gusts, he swayed as he caught up with his two new companions. Straightening his body into a descent, Jack soared up alongside them. “Is everything okay?” he yelled over the continuous crashes.
“No,” Izz screamed back. “Peter’s going the wrong way.”
“I am not!” he declared. Curling its fists out of the water, the sea made a dive at the last of the ice. With one tremendous punch, it shattered. Waves crashed. Splashes of water exceeded the height of the Never Peak, before plummeting back to its lair. “I need to find Tink!” Peter bellowed, as the crashing cascade of waves silenced. Hearing his shout echo across Neverland, Peter’s cheeks turned a deep pink.
“Tink?” Jack repeated, raising an eyebrow.
“She’s a fairy,” Izz told him, as they neared land. “Peter’s friend.”
“Yeah,” Peter added over the top of her. “And I have to warn her about the heart of Neverland.” Increasing his speed, Peter zoomed through a gathering of trees. Branches and leaves scratching against their skin, Izz cried out to him to slow down, but he refused to listen. Ducking and dodging debris as it hurdled towards him, from Peter’s sudden rocket of energy, Jack trailed behind them.
Breaking through the forest of trees, after much yelling from both Izz and Jack, Peter agreed to land upon a dry mound of soil. Crouching, Izz leant against her knees, whilst she rubbed the back of her neck. Pressing down against his staff, Jack threw himself down on the ground beside her, panting. “You okay?” he asked her. Allowing herself to thud to the ground, Izz took in a deep breath and nodded.
“Yeah…” she managed between breaths. “Thanks.” While they sat, Peter hovered above them with his hands on his hips and looked around.
“What was the meaning of that, Pan?” growled Jack, looking up at Peter. “You coulda threw Izz off. What were you tryin’ a do?”
Without averting his gaze from the glistening of the stream in the distance, Peter replied, “It’s a trap.”
“What’s a trap?” Jack and Izz both cried. Gripping both hands around his staff, Jack propped himself up. Izz shuddered, spinning her head around to check for anyone behind her.
“There were pirates… hiding in the bushes,” Peter told them. As both Izz and Jack gasped, Peter gave a sigh at their lack of observation and threw his hands at his sides as he spun around to face them. Lowering himself to their level he hissed, “It’s Hook.” Izz’s eyes shot wide as she looked from Peter to Jack.
“How d’you know?” Jack asked, shifting his eyes from left to right, without moving his head. Peter let out an exasperated sigh and crossed his legs, sitting in the air.
Folding his arms, he growled, “Don’t you two know anything?”
“Obviously not,” muttered Jack under his breath. Hurt by Peter’s comment, Izz pulled her knees up to her chest and clasped her hands around them. Pouting, she looked up at Peter, waiting for him to continue.
“Did you see Hook’s ship when we got here?” Peter asked, folding his arms. Staring ahead, Jack thought for a moment, before shaking his head.
“No,” Izz muttered.
“And do you know how big the Jolly Roger is?” he asked them.
Biting the inside of her left cheek, Izz squinted her eyes as she replied, “Not really…”
“I do,” Jack grumbled, staring at Peter. Unfolding his arms, Peter lowered his legs to the ground and nodded for Jack to continue. “It’s huge… Wider than a house, as long as ten… and probably taller than just as many.” Izz gasped. Pushing herself off the ground, she curled her fingers to her mouth. Jack shuddered as the image of Hook’s ship swam back to the front of his memory. “It’s got three towering masts, calico sails, probably twenty guns on either side-”
“Nineteen, but close enough,” Peter interrupted with a shrug. “How can you possibly hide something so huge?” he asked. Jack shrugged, as Izz stared at him. “He normally anchors it in Cannibal Cove,” Peter told them. “That or Skull Island,” he added jabbing a thumb over his left shoulder. Jack raised his head over Peter to try and see where he was pointing, but there was nothing but bush and trees coating his view. “Wherever he leaves it,” Peter went on, “it’s noticeable from anywhere in the air – that thing’s too big to miss. They left for the island before us, and a boat can travel faster than man, so they have to already be here.”
“So where is it now?” Jack asked.
Looking from Peter to Jack and back again, Izz gasped, her eyes wide. “Maybe he hid it in the Black Castle,” she suggested.
Peter shook his head. “Not possible.”
“How do you know when you don’t even know where the Black Castle is?” she protested, scrunching her hands into fists.
“Ssh!” Peter hissed, pressing a finger to his mouth he held out a hand to halt any of them from making a sound.
A hooting, “Ooow,” sounded in the distance. Izz twitched her head to the right, following the sound. Jack did the same. A glimmer of blue resided to the very far side of Neverland. Rising off the ground, Peter held out both his hands and arched them around his mouth. Taking a deep breath, he let out a loud syllable caw. Clasping her hands to her mouth, Izz concealed a giggle. A collection of girlish squeals echoed back to them.
“This way,” Peter ordered, darting towards the noise. “Follow me.”

*

Having scooped Izz up in his arms Jack groaned as he trailed after Peter. Clutching her arms around the back of Jack’s neck, Izz buried her head against his chest as they sped past blurs of colour, from earthy browns and greens, to a fiery red, a mass of grey and shallows of blues. “I wish we could stop to at least take in the scenery,” Izz muttered.
Jack hummed a, “Mmm hmm,” in reply. “I wish we could stop long enough to get the feeling back in shoulders,” he grumbled, as he rolled them back.
“Sorry,” she mumbled back, hiding her face from his sight.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he laughed. “I don’t mind carrying you around… it’s just that flight…” Breathing in he shook his head. “We flew all night. I’m used to flying an’ all, but that…” His eyes in a trance, the figure of Peter up ahead blurred. He shuddered. “That was something else.”
Noticing Peter slow, Jack dropped down, lowing Izz to the ground. “You don’t mind walking, do you?” he asked, as he gripped the top of his left shoulder blade with his right hand and arched his left arm in a circular motion.
“Of course not,” she told him, shaking her head. “I just wish there was something I could do to help,” she told him, as he seeped in a breath through gritted teeth.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll be fine. Now let’s catch up with this one,” he said jerking his head in Peter’s direction. Izz gave him a smile and the two of them began jogging towards Peter.

*

High pitched giggling danced to their ears as Peter landed on a small, grey mound in the shallow of the lagoon. Water splashed at his ankles, as he gave a salute to the many creatures that swam in his direction. “Why hello Peter,” they sang in chorus, combing their hair from their faces. At awe by his presence, they all stopped what they were doing and swanned over to him.
“Hey girls,” Peter smiled as they gazed up at him from the water. “Did you miss me?” he asked with a wink.
“Ooow!” they squealed at him, as Jack and Izz approached the lagoon’s sandy bank. Sand kicked up at them, as they ran over it. Sneaking its way into every possible gap, Izz soon discovered that her slippers were mounted with the stuff. ‘I could open my own beach,’ she mused.
As Peter lowered himself down onto the rock, the gaggle of girls surrounding him screeched again. Izz pinched her eyes shut at their shrieking, while Jack jabbed a finger in his ear. Spotting the two on the shore, Peter waved them over. The swarm around Peter jabbed their heads in the newcomers’ direction. “C’mon,” he called.
Jack sighed. “That’s all he ever says.”
“Don’t be like that,” Izz told him with a pout. “Peter knows what he’s doing.” With a smirk, Jack held his hand out to her.
“Shall we?” he asked. She smiled back and placed her hand in his. As she did, she felt her feet rise off the ground, as she lifted into the air. She gasped, looking down at the beach below.
Once they had glided over the water, Jack set Izz down on the edge of Peter’s rock. “What’s that?” squawked one of the long-haired blonde girls in the bay, with a starfish in her hair.
“Why, I think it’s a girl,” exclaimed another, pointing at Izz.
“Oh, aren’t you a dear,” cackled the red-head with a coronet of small channelled-duck-clams, broad-paper-cockles and transverse-ark-shells in her hair. She gave another chortling cry as she pulled at the ankle of Izz’s pyjama bottoms.
“Hey!” Izz exclaimed, tugged her clothes away from the sea wanderers.
“Can you believe her?” chuckled another, as the gaggle broke into a chorus of laughter. “She’s wearing trousers.”
“I always thought they were a boy’s garment,” commented another, who bounced out of the water to yank at Izz’s hair. Izz flinched, gripping a hand to her head. As she stepped back Jack angled his staff towards them.
“Leave her alone, you hear,” he ordered. The girls began laughing again. “Go on Peter,” Jack urged prodding his stick, glancing in his direction. “Tell them!” Peter rolled on his back, laughing along with them. Jack’s mouth jarred open in an ‘o’, as his eyebrows shot up to meet up his forehead. Features frozen, he turned to Izz.
“Mermaids,” she muttered rolling her eyes. “I should have realised; this must be Mermaid Lagoon.”
As the mermaids’ laughter reduced them to fits of giggles, with tears streaming down their cheeks, one of the half-human creatures dove down into the water and splashed at them with her tail. Her scales glistened an emerald-green, as they reflected the light. Another mermaid, a brunette with wavy hair that flicked out at her waist, lay back in the water and flicking her copper-coloured tail up in front of her, splashed them with water. Swiping her hand across her face, Izz shielded her eyes. Jack jabbed his staff out in front of him, in a reflex action. Crackling, the water froze in an instant, before shattering down on the rock. Everyone gasped. Flicking their hair, the mermaids gazed up at Jack and sighed.
“Oooow,” sang out a mermaid with flowing blonde hair. Pushing herself up onto the rock, she perched at Jack’s feet, brushing the fringe from her eyes. “And who’s our handsome new play mate?” she asked stroking a finger against his hand.
“Come join us for a swim,” pouted another, twiddling her fingers in a wave. Feeling his cheeks burn, Jack shook his head.
“Oh, but you must,” the rest sang out, fluttering their eyelashes at him.
Pulling his hand away from the blonde, Jack rubbed the back of his neck. “No, no,” he told them, as he stared at his feet. “Y, y, you don’t want me…”
“Oh, but we do,” cried a brunette, with her hair in a braid.
“If you won’t join us,” said a copper-haired mermaid, circling a drop of water on the edge of the rock. “The least you can do is show us a magic trick,” she told him, gesturing at his staff. Scooping her hands into the water she flung them out, throwing water at him.
Shooting up from off the rock, Peter growled, “Enough,” as he pinched shut his eyes, digging his fingers into the sides of his scalp. With a gasp the mermaids dove down into the water. Izz leapt back, her heart pulsing at her throat. Jack barred an arm across in front of her as he stared up at Peter. The red-haired mermaid with the tiara of shells poked her head above the water. “We were only playin’ Peter,” she sang out. Pouting at him, she added, “We didn’t mean to upset you.” One by one, the other mermaids began to pop up from the sea, each gazing up at Peter. With a deep sigh, Peter lowered his hands and spun around to face them, a smile back on his face.
Gliding over to the mermaids he told them, “We’re on a very important mission.” Some of them gasped, others cooed, reaching out to touch him. “Have any of you girls seen Hook?”
“Hook?” they cried, flapping away. Peter jumped up, away from their splashing. “Hook!” they squealed again, before diving back under the sea.
“Wait!” Peter called out, nearing the water’s surface. “What about Tink?” The water beneath his feet rippled. Ringlets circles underneath him.
“Behind you!” Izz called out to him, as one of the mermaids surfaced. Parting his feet, Peter bent down and looked between his knees. One of the brunettes (her hair wrapped in a bun above her right ear, water dripping down her cheek) giggled as he faced her.
“I might a seen her…” she sang, toying with a shell around her neck.
Might?” Peter repeated with a frown. He flipped his legs over his head and twisted his body around, almost lying flat on the skin of the water. “It’s important I find her. I need you to be certain.” He widened his eyes, as he gazed into hers. His lips parted.
“Oh, I wish ya wouldn’t look at me like that, Peter,” she sighed, folding her arms. Peter struggled to conceal a giggle, as a grin stretched wide across his face. “We saw her no less than ten minutes ago. She was collectin’ the lost things that had washed up on the shore, when the Light fairies came by showin’ off their rainbows.” Peter clicked his fingers in his right hand.
“Right,” he said with a firm nod, rising from the water’s surface. “We’ll follow the rainbows then.”
“Oh an’ Peter,” the mermaid cried. He cocked his head in her direction. “Do be careful. An’ don’t make us wait so long for your next visit… We’re often left worrying about you.”
“Don’t you worry about me,” Peter said with his hands on his hips. “I’ll be fine. I always am.” Turning to Jack and Izz he grinned, jerking his head towards the centre of the island. “Let’s follow the rainbows!”

- Josie -

Saving Neverland - Ch 3 - I Still Believe

(Josie Sayz: This is a story that I began working on several years ago. I am finally reading through it/editing it. This is a fanfiction piece of what would happen if two of my favourite characters Peter Pan (from J M Barrie’s book) and Jack Frost (from ‘Rise of the Guardians’) met, why and what adventure would they go on. I originally wrote this story as a present for a friend. I have decided to dig it out and plan to release each chapter as I edit it. This is Chapter One: ‘Just Keep Reading’.

Note: I do not own Peter Pan or any of the relating characters or places to the story; these are all owned by J M Barrie and ‘Disney’. I do not own Jack Frost or any of the relating characters or places to the story; these are all owned by William Joyce and ‘DreamWorks’.

Chapter One: ‘Just Keep Reading’ can be found here: https://josiesayz.blogspot.com/2019/06/saving-neverland-just-keep-reading.html


I Still Believe…
Flying over the rooftops of her hometown, Izz laughed. The wind gushed past her face and entwined itself through her hair, as she gripped her arms around Jack’s shoulders. Resting on his back, she peered her chin over his collarbone, eager to see the sights. Her heart drummed to the chase scene in an action film. Snow settled down on the pavement, rooftops and the bare branches of trees. As they soared across the sky, cars, houses and roads flew by beneath her. She arched her head. Dogs howled in their kennels, birds nested into gutterings and cats pranced on slate tiles as smoke bellowed out of houses’ flue pipe terminals. She took a deep breath in through her nose. Snow tingled her cheeks and clung to her eyelashes. ‘Just like Christmas,’ she imagined, her mouth beaming. She shuddered and snuggled her head into Jack’s hood. Her arms shook and her fingers trembled, even as she locked them, gripping tighter. “I’m sorry,” Jack apologised with a shrug, turning his head around to face her, having heard her teeth chatter.
“F-f-for wh-what?” she stuttered, as she tried to steady her jaw.
“I made it snow,” he said rolling his eyes up at the sky. “And I can only make you colder.” He gave her a half-smile, his eyebrows rising up to meet in the centre of his forehead.
“It’s okay,” she found herself replying back, as she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. ‘At least my cheeks might warm up,’ she thought, ‘even if the rest of me freezes.’
With Peter zooming ahead in front, Jack tailed him. As they took a sharp bend, Izz pinched her eyelids and lips tight. Although she held her breath, she let her voice box squeal the fear that screamed through her body. As Jack straightened out again, he asked her, “You okay?” She squinted her eyes open and let out her breath.
“Uh huh,” was all she could squeak in reply. Jack smirked.
“You’ll get used to it,” he said. His head twitched back ahead of him, as he heard a noise. A tooted, timber vibration whistled through the air. A melody floated towards their ears: three notes increasing in pitch rang out over and over. “D’you hear that?” Jack whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “It sounds like-”
“Pan Pipes,” said Izz with a grin. Loosening her grip around Jack’s shoulders, she pointed ahead of them. Drifting on his back, facing them, with his ankles crossed, Peter blew away on his pan flute. The tune always the same: one slow, low note, accompanied by two quick high ones, with the last note hanging in the air for a good few seconds. Izz giggled at him.
“How’s he even doing that?” Jack exclaimed pointing at him. “He’s facing the wrong way. How does he know where he’s going?”
With a grin Izz told him, “He just knows…”
Having been flying in direction of her town’s largest bridge, Izz noticed Peter stop. Jack slowed down and waited for Peter to continue their journey. Scratching his head Peter spun around. Noticing Jack and Izz behind him he gave a slight shudder. “Hi,” smiled Peter holding out his hand. “I’m Peter.”
“Hi…?” Jack replied with a hesitant nod.
Peter recoiled his hand, placed both on his hips and said, “You know, that’s awfully rude.”
“What is?” asked Jack.
“You didn’t introduce yourself… or your lady friend,” he said nodding his head towards Izz with a grin.
“What? He doesn’t remember us,” Jack muttered to Izz.
“Peter,” Izz called out. “I’m Izz, remember? And this is Jack… Jack Frost. We’re going with you to Neverland to help stop Captain Hook and Pitch from destroying it.” Peter’s eyes left hers, as his grin faded. His arms dropped by his sides and his head dropped.
“Is he okay?” Jack whispered.
“I’m fine!” Peter called, straightening his posture and plastering his smile back on. “Now come on, we have to save Neverland,” he ordered. Jabbing his arms out, he soared on into the sky, continuing their journey.
“Is this guy for real?” Jack asked Izz, once Peter was too far ahead of them to hear. “How could he forget?”
“I don’t think he does forget,” she said, staring ahead at the little blob of brown, with a bobbing green hat, through the snowstorm. “Not really. It’s like a front, to help him cope. He just pushes away all of his unwanted thoughts and memories, in hopes that he’ll forget them, so he can keep moving forward…” Jack hummed in reply. “He can’t forget, but he tries to, or at least pretends.”
“I see,” Jack gave a sorrowful smile and turned his attention back to Peter.
“Peter tries to act cocky and calm and brave, but deep down he worries about things, just like you and I,” she explained. “The problem with Peter is…” She swallowed and gave a sigh as she stared at him. “He bottles everything up. He never shares anything with the Lost Boys, or even Tinker Bell – his fairy friend,” she added, realising that Jack did not know about Peter and his friends, like she did. “That’s why he’s always on his own… struggling to face everything by himself… and all because he’s different-”
Different?”
Izz rolled her shoulders, before continuing, “He’s the only human in Neverland with the ability to fly. From what I’ve read, Mr. Smee believes that it has something to do with the fairies, who rescued Peter from Kensington Gardens after he ran away from home the day he was born.”
“Ran away from home the day he was born?” Jack repeated.
“Because he didn’t want to grow up,” Izz exclaimed. “And in Neverland he doesn’t have to, no one does. But when bringing Peter to Neverland, it’s possible that the fairies gave him some kind of potion or performed some kind of sacred ritual…” she said with a confused frown. “No one knows, except Peter and the fairies that were present at the time. All I know is that Peter has a special connection to the Neverland Island, a connection far stronger than any other living creature who resides there. It’s possible that it’s connected to the Philosopher’s Stone that Captain Hook and Pitch are searching for, but who knows.” As they flew on, the thought of Neverland being the source of an unknown power plagued her mind. “In all honesty,” she confessed. “I don’t believe that the Stone exists. I think the island’s just magical and Hook and Pitch are wasting their time trying to find it.”
Turning to face her, Jack gave a smile, “Let’s just hope you’re right.”
The excitement and the adrenaline of adventure from the flight soon progressed to a still, frozen silence. Each of their minds rang with the fear of Neverland’s future and that of the wonder, hopes and dreams of children. Peter flew ahead, leading the way for Jack (carrying Izz on his back) to follow. Looping her arms around his shoulders, Izz could feel Jack’s heart thumping against her hands. Since their departure he had remained silent for most of their journey. The snow was beginning to ease, and Jack took no interest in reviving the blizzard. With her house no longer in view and the streets unrecognisable from all of the snow, Izz became conscious of the spiral of Jack’s worries. As they flew over a forest of trees, once Peter was far enough ahead of them, Izz whispered to Jack, “Are you thinking we should get the others?” Jack shuddered. Izz gripped her right wrist tight, as she pinched her eyes shut, fearing she might fall. He turned his head towards hers.
“Others?” he asked, his voice high. Noticing his voices change in pitch, he cleared his throat. Loosening her grip around her wrist, Izz opened her eyes.
“The other guardians,” she rephrased. Jack twitched his head to face forward, following Peter’s flight path. “They could help us stop Pitch and Captain Hook-”
“There’s not enough time,” Jack told her. She felt his shoulders stiffen beneath her. “You heard Pitch.” He swallowed and gave a slight shake of his head. “They’re planning to destroy Neverland as soon as they can. By the time we round everyone up, we could have already lost precious time.” She stared as his right arm tensed and the fingers on right hand pierced into his staff. His eyebrows narrowed. His sight fixed upon Peter.
Izz rested her chin upon Jack’s left shoulder and tilted her head to face him. “What’s wrong?” she asked, as her expression softened. He fidgeted, adjusting his weight beneath her. “You can tell me, Jack…” She pinched her lips in, widening her eyes, willing him to open up. “I won’t judge you… I promise.” Lifting his right shoulder, he tilted his head, prodding his jawbone into it. He relaxed his shoulders and shook his head. Flicking snow from his hair he rolled his eyes and forced his mouth to prop up in the right corner.
“Let’s just say I’m not exactly on close terms with the other guardians at the moment, okay?” His eyes met hers for a brief second, before he shot his sight back to the silhouette of Peter ahead of them. She swallowed, lowering her vision to the cluster of trees below. She pressed her tongue to the roof of the mouth, preventing herself from speaking. She wanted to ask for more, but she knew it was best to let him reveal it to her when he was ready. She noticed his lips part, his jaw tremble. He screwed up his face, before growling, “It’s not even my fault.” She loosened her grip, feeling his shoulders tense up again underneath her. “Pitch was there… I saw him.” He swallowed. “I know I did.” His jest quivered, as he breathed in, relaxing his shoulders. “I called the others. Bunny was mad, as usual – he was still getting over Easter – Tooth was tired from going out to work with her fairies, and North seemed to think I was worrying over nothing… but Sandy…” He glanced at a star in the distance, glistening through a gap in the clouds. “He convinced them I was onto something…Weeks we spent trying to track Pitch down: keeping a close watch on all the children, pullin’ all-nighters, scannin’ the world day an’ night… but Pitch had vanished.” He passed his staff into his left hand and clawed his right through his scalp. His heart hammered against him, demanding freedom. His sight clouded as water crept up into his eye sockets. His sighed as his hand flopped to his side. His voice small and croaky, he continued, “There was no sign of him. Boy, were they mad. Bunny thought it was some kind of a trick – thought I was messin’ with them for a bit of fun. He told me not to bother him again, unless the world was about to explode.” His eyebrows rose for a brief moment as he snorted. “The others were a little more understanding, but…” He closed his eyes. Their altitude declined. He stretched out his hand, brushing the tops of trees, snow sweeping up his arm. “I’m just some kid,” he mumbled with a shrug. “Just some loner who causes disaster wherever I go…”
“Jack,” Izz cried, her voice no more than a whisper. She forced herself to swallow the lump that had built up in her throat. “You’re not…” She shook her head. Her lower lip shaking, words lost to her tongue.
“One person’s opinion isn’t exactly going to change their minds.”
They flew on in silence.
Fields turned into forests; forests turned into mountains and mountains turned into sea. Nothing but the roaring of the ocean and the water below surrounded them as far as the eye could see. Refusing to look down, Izz scrunched her face up as Jack passed her over to Peter. She squeezed her arms tight around his shoulders, her heart pounding against its imprisonment. “It’s alright,” Peter told her, as he shifted her weight on his back. “I’ve got you. You’ll be safe in my hands.” Inhaling short, sharp rasps of breath, her hands shook as she pinched open her eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart’s raging subsided. He placed a hand upon hers. “Don’t worry Izz,” Peter reassured her. “We’ll be in Neverland before you know it.” He grinned. She could not help but smile back. “I like your trousers by the way,” he told her.
“My trousers?” she repeated with a frown.
“Yeah.” He gave a nod. “They remind me of the night sky.” She smirked and gave a giggle. Arching her head behind her, she glanced at her legs. Her midnight-blue pyjama bottoms blended in with their sky view. Her trousers luminous star transfers twinkled as they caught the moon’s night-time glow.
“Thanks,” she giggled. “You’d like my top too.” Peter twisted his head towards her and raised an eyebrow. “It says: I still believe…” she told him. “Because I do still believe in you… and fairies,” she added, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks.
“Wow,” Peter replied, as both eyebrows rose. “Children know so much nowadays that they usually stop believing before they’re old enough to brush their own teeth.” Izz tucked her head into her left shoulder as she gave a snort, realising how similar he and Jack were. “What?” exclaimed Peter. “It’s true. More and more fairies are dying each year, because more and more children don’t believe in them.”
Her cheek’s smoothened, her smile faded. Lowering her chin onto his collarbone, Izz took in a deep, slow breath. She gazed out onto the water ahead, staring as few lost flakes of snow drifted down towards the sloshed waves. “Don’t be blue,” Peter said nudging his shoulder. “There are still loads of fairies. And I’m glad you believe in them, ‘cause they believe in you.”
 “What?” she asked, creasing her brow.
“The fairies,” Peter told her. “They believe in you. They believe you’re a great storyteller.” He cocked his head in her direction and noticed her increasing frown. “I often come by your window and see you at your desk writing. Before you go to bed you usually read it to yourself. I love hearing stories and so the Neverlanders; so, I try to remember them and tell them, myself, when I come back.” Eyes wide, Izz exhaled a small, incredulous laugh.
Rolling her head away from Peter, she allowed herself another anxious breath. “Really?” she asked, before biting her bottom lip. She twisted her head, trying to catch a glance of Jack behind them.
“Really,” Peter told her with a nod. “You’re really good.”
“But Peter, most of my stories are about you,” she giggled.
“I know,” Peter said with a shrug. “That’s why I like them.” Shaking her head, Izz laughed again.
“Are you sure you aren’t pulling my leg?”
“No, I’m not,” Peter declared. He took hold of her hands and parted their grip. Taking a dive, he zoomed out from under her. She plummeted downwards. She screamed. Her eyes pinched shut. Something cold and scrawny entangled itself around the bottom of her legs. Her head shot downwards. Her falling ceased. Opening her eyes, she clasped her hands to her mouth. Upside down, she swayed in mid-air. Pressing her head against her chin, she looked up at her legs. “Now I’m pulling your leg,” Peter said, laughing, as he held Izz up above the water’s surface by her ankles. Turning to her left, she saw Jack by her side. Eyebrows narrowed, he scowled up at Peter, who shrugged in reply. Peter tugged on Izz’s ankles and threw her up into the air. She screamed, her arms and legs flailing. Jack flung himself up towards her. Zooming past Jack, Peter lay out on his front, his head arched over his neck. Unable to hide her fear, Izz’s screams continued as she fell back down, grabbing out for Peter, as her body drew closer to him. “Ha!” Peter laughed, as she landed on his back. Squeezing his chest with all her might, she buried her face in his shoulder blade. “I told you you’d be safe in my hands,” he boasted, as he continued their flight.
“Never… do… that… again,” said Izz, between gasps, clawing her fingers into him.
“Okay,” he sang with a shrug and sped onwards. Jack caught up with them. Sailing at Peter’s side he rested a hand upon Izz’s shoulder. Rolling her head to face him she forced herself to smile.

*

The sky darkened. Clouds bubbled up, surrounding them. The horizon hazed. Since getting over her earlier shock of almost being dropped into the sea, Jack had demanded that Peter allow him to carry Izz again, until his shoulders forced him to take another break. However, they had passed over two islands and returned to the vast emptiness of the sea since then. Not used to carrying weight on his back for so long, his shoulders grew weary. The nerve behind his collarbone spiked him with pain. He winced and jerked his left arm towards him. “Jack,” Izz cried. “Just ask Peter to take me. He promised he’d be careful.”
“Just five more minutes,” he insisted. “We might be there soon.”
“You said that ages ago,” she whined. “I’m not letting you injure yourself for me. Please Jack…”
“Alright,” he said with a sigh and called Peter over.
As Jack passed Izz back to Peter, she gave a yawn. Her eyes drooped as she lolled her head on Peter’s shoulder. Not wanting to miss their arrival in Neverland, the second she felt her eyelids drop, she shot them open, before they wilted again. She murmured rubbing a hand to her eye. “Go to sleep,” Peter told her, stretching his hand behind him to rub her shoulder.
“But Neverland,” she croaked. “I don’t want to miss it.”
“Don’t worry,” Peter told her, as his grin returned. “I’ll wake you as soon as we get there.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
- Josie -