<div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Peter Pan</u></b><br/>
<i>The Starkstruck on the Wright</i>​</div><br/>Peter jumped in excitement as Tink marched herself into the den so confidently, a wave of sound pooled past her into the empty streets. A mixture of voices, of different octaves and intensity all mingled and churned into an indiscernible flow. Pan dashed inside, he squeezed himself between the door moments before it fell shut behind them with a thud. His eyes immediately fell upon his surroundings, not the people, not the noise and the fun. No they fell upon the walls and the paintings, the imagery painted there had Pan confused, for they felt familiar, it felt like someone had been painting their world, no<i>his</i>world.<br/><br/>He spun slowly on his heels as he took in each and every painting, an island…<i>Neverland</i>, a tree towering in its center…<i>Their castle</i>, a starry night sky with a singular pulsing point….<i>the door</i>and finally a massive ship made of darkened wood, billowing sails and stormy seas….<i>Hook</i>. He blinked and twitched, there was a slight trace of annoyance, for Neverland was their place, his place, a wonderful place of mystery and adventure made especially for those<i>he</i>choose to take. It was not meant to<i>be</i>anywhere else, this was<i>wrong</i>so very, very<i><b>wrong</b></i>.<br/><br/>“Wonderful?” He asked<br/><br/><i>Yer wonderful</i><br/><br/>Peter looked towards the man who had slung himself around Tink, his movements familiar, it sent a wave of memory through his mind, a distant one, of Hook and his pirates and the way they always were. Drunk on rum and sea water, their legs wobbly, their eyes lost and wandering. Just as their minds. He looked at this half-pirate man with disgust, he liked the man’s outfit though, his coat at least. A darkened material, black as the night smoothed over, like a second skin with a shawl of some kind you could pull over your head. He let his head fall to the side for a moment, wondering…. perhaps…<br/><br/><i>A new boy?*.... No… Tink wouldn’t have it, not after the man had slung himself across her like Peter would, like he owned some part of her.</i><br/><br/>Peter stepped towards Tink and with a feline agility slipped himself down, across the back of Tink’s thighs and popped himself up between the man’s arm and Tink, using his own body to block Tink from the man’s reach.<br/><br/>“Boo!” He announced with a toothy grin. The man flailed back, half stumbled half fell yet, miraculously, he caught himself after he had let a copious amount of gold frothy liquid spill from a glass jug he held in his meaty fingers.<br/>“Wasstisss nhow! Isss not Hallowheen!” the man stuttered as he looked upon his half empty glass. “Youzzz look! My beer! We wur jus havin a conservasssion me an ze lassh we were!” He announced as he stepped towards Pan, his body and mass towering over Peter.<br/>“I want your coat! As a<b>prize</b>!” Peter answered happily.<br/>“Prizzz? Imma wipe that grin of yer face lad, szzzmack that silly fashepaint from yer eyes!” The man rumbled, his voice loud, so loud the bar, the happy sound and noise slowly seemed to fade away as eyes turned upon Peter and the pirate.<br/>“So you’re a<i>pirate</i>after all!” Peter laughed.<br/><br/>The man lumbered forward, each swing, each punch deadly in its own right as the man threw his entire weight behind them. But Peter was quick, quick and agile. He ducked and dove and jumped and slid across the man, through his legs, against his back, playfully tapping his fists against different parts of the man. His knee, his side, his gut, the nose, an eye.<br/>All the while Peter laughed and laughed and laughed as the man reddened further and further.<br/><br/><i>Red as a tomato!</i>Pan mused.<br/><br/>It didn’t take long for Peter to grow bored however, the man was too slow, too drunk and quite honestly, he really wanted that coat. His hands had brushed across the fabric and it truly felt like some sort of animal skin, but unlike anything he’d ever felt in Neverland, even the pirates didn’t have anything like<i>this.</i>“Time’s up you CODFISH!” Peter laughed.<br/><br/>Pan launched himself up, wrapping his hands around the back of the man’s neck, a strong meaty hand clasped onto Peter’s shoulder but whatever the man had planned, he was too late. Pan used the man’s neck as leverage, he pulled his body down as hard as he possibly could, his heels slammed into the man’s knee with a bone shattering crunch. Like some sort of acrobat he launched himself up and over the man’s shoulders pulling the leather jacket free from the man’s arms as he sunk to his knees and bellowed in pain. It didn’t take long for other hands to grab and pull, to separate and stop the fighting like Peter often did when he got bored of the boy’s antics inside their castle. The huge man was escorted away by what looked like fellow pirates whilst other hands pressed Pan towards a stool near a wooden bar.<br/><br/>“Tink?” He giggled as he slipped on his new prize, a pirate king’s coat, his eyes darting across the heads and faces looking for Tink.<br/>“Thank you lad, the man was getting to be a real handful”. An elderly voice chimed from behind the bar.<br/><br/>Pan squinted at the man and laughed again, the man behind the bar looked truly silly, skin folded, hair grey and boring, patches of hair missing. His eyes however, his eyes were full of youth, like Pan’s, like his own, like his boys.<br/><br/>“Say….” Peter mused. “You look like you lost something, something I can return…. What say you if I told you I can recreate your youth. All I ask in return…. What can you tell me of these paintings, these worlds? Who made them and why?” He asked.<br/>“Haven’t you heard the stories of the everlasting youth? Of Peter Pan?” The man answered with a smile.<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>James Dameron</u></b><br/>
<i>At the cusp of the city</i>​</div><br/>James watched, he was almost mystified as the swirling mass seemed to react to Wendy’s words, almost like the mist itself was<i>alive</i>. It curled around her and made shapes, like tendrils that spread to pull her away from James. Yet, there was no pull, the mist just fell through her skin and swirled away as it did against his own. Wendy’s eyes though, in those pools of bright blue there was a clear trace of true fear, they stood frozen in place for but a moment that felt like minutes before she finally unwrapped herself from his grasp and casually settled into the car. James carefully shut the door behind her and took the wheel. He turned towards her and smiled brightly.<br/><br/>“Well Wendy, I want to show you what you’ve done to this world, what your legacy, your father’s greed, your stories,<i>your</i>world has set into motion.” He explained.<br/>“Also… I really need a drink.” He continued with an even brighter smile as he set the small car forward into the darkness, into the fog, towards the city, towards their adventure.<br/><br/><i>Silence….</i>James hated the quiet, it always made him nervous, his fingers tapped nervously on the leather of the steering wheel as he squinted into the mist, his teeth brushed across his bottom lip as he shifted in his seat. He had hoped she would speak up, would blabber about everything and nothing, except… Why would she? They were strangers and he worked for her father. After several minutes James finally cleared his throat.<br/><br/>“Would you tell me about the scar Wendy? Of the adventure that belongs to it?” He asked playfully, his eyes still locked on the cobblestone road before them, as the car slowed and they started to roll into the slightly better lit streets of the city.