14 May 2012
// all children grow up, except one. //
The chaotic world around me went blurry as tears swelled in my eyes. The wind howled. Pirates screamed. Waves crashed.
Suddenly, the the clouds parted, revealing the blue sky, and the waters calmed into a gentle stillness. Baffled at this strange phenomenon, everyone looked about from one man to another as if expecting to find who was responsible for this. Just then, a flash of green sprinted across the sails overhead and vanished as quickly as it had come. A glint of hope seized me. "Peter." I thought aloud, not even fearful of the vicious Captain who had me pinned against the mast with his hook at my neck. Overhead, I could hear the faintest sound of someone climbing the along the look out deck. Unable to look upward due to the blade at my neck, I wondered who was up there and how they had managed to reach such a height as the ladder had fallen overboard amidst the storm. Now the only way to get up there was to...fly. The realization hit me suddenly like a brick wall. Was Peter alive? Had he managed to escape Hook's trap? Hook seemed to share my revelation, and upon discovering this, he threw his head back and howled like a savage beast gripped with a fierce state of madness. His wild eyes met mine. "PAN!" he bellowed. The crew now stopped to observe our situation. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR GAMES! Come and fight like a man or hide as the coward you've always been!" He was burning alive in rage. Everyone was now staring helplessly at the sky, half in disbelief and half in expectance of Pan to materialize at any moment. "ENOUGH!" Hook bellowed once more. "As Pan believes this to be nothing but child's play, perhaps he won't think so foolishly after his precious Wendy is gone!" He roughly grasped my neck and dragged me onto the rickety plank. I heard the boys gasp. "No! Wendy! Wendy!" There was nothing they could do as they struggled vainly in the arms of their captors. I was thrown onto the narrow strip of wood above the deep waters where the crocodile circled hungrily below. Just then, I found myself quite terrified of dying. I couldn't swim and even if I had such ability, I certainly wouldn't last long in the savage jaws of the crocodile. What would the boys do without me? Would they survive? Would they be able to return home? I fiercely clung to my tattered gown in a wave of horror. "Well, get on with it!" a crew member jeered at me. "We don't have all day!" Just then, someone stamped their foot on the plank, causing it to bounce horribly. I lost balance and began plummeting to my death in the fatal waters below.
Overboard {2} • Opuss № I