Ciaran MacLeod
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āMore wind, MacLeod! Me body be feelinā the lack of magic and I donāt much like it! Our bones be turninā ta dust! Get us back!ā Captain Hellier called out to the helmsman up on the quarterdeck. A tall, lithe man dressed head to toe in black leather stood at the helm of the Jolly Roger. Once also the navigator, there was no longer a need to read the stars. The magic of the fairies guided the ship into the realm without magic and pulled it back again on its invisible leash. Now, with the magic of the island reverberating through his body, he uses his aerokinesis to push the ship through the waters.
Ciaran MacLeod has been with Captain Hellier since the golden age of piracy and Nassau. While generally, he was loyal, he didn't always accept being told what to do. He never betrayed his Captain for someone else but he'd find little moments to not do exactly what he was told. Tonight. he was particularly enjoying the smell of the sea air. The only part about the runs was the crisp night salt air of the realm he once knew and loved. The air was different in Neverland. He used his magic to speed up the ship as commanded but he didn't to his full capacity. He wanted to prolong the night just a bit.
When they passed through the veil and the cliffs materialized before them, he sighed. Besides the dirty business that was about to occur, he sighed to be back in the monotony of the place. Everything is the same day in and day out. The seclusion and unpredictable nature of time (or lack thereof) over hundreds of years had made him so stir crazy it was bordering on psychosis at this point.
The Jolly Roger began gliding towards the slip as drawn by magnets. Ciaran moved down the steps to the main deck, lighting a cigarette as he went. His heavy boot-clad footfalls thudded across the wooden planks of the deck, carrying him over to the stairs to the levels below. He took a long drag off his cigarette, the tip of burning bright for a moment, then let the smoke drift back out on his breath.
āG, Mai, you got this?ā He offered his help to his crewmates but really wasnāt keen on actually helping. He was so tired of this business that had no clear point, no clear end-game.
Mai was below deck with Giselle and the captives, practicing her aim between her daggers and the mainmast. She glanced up at him with a weary look. Theyād done this countless times. āGo blow your wind somewhere else, MacLeod.ā She gathered her daggers and slipped them into the strap across her chest. Ciaran grinned his classic sideways grin and turned on his heel.
Captain Hook
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Most nights the moon dominated the sky. It could never appear so large in the mundane realm as if this place sat isolated somewhere in the expanse of space. It waxed and waned but it did so on its own schedule, never the same. Time was different in Neverland. The only thing that could be counted on was when it disappeared to a tiny sliver of light, the Jolly Roger would be going on a run for more children.
By choice once, now they were compelled to go by the magic of the vindictive fairies of the island. At first, they thought it was punishment for stealing children from their beds to use the islandās magic to change them into pawns for the Captainās thirst for money and power, just to toss them away when it didnāt work. They quickly realized, if that had been true, why would they be sent to continue the deed? No, the fairies were not altruistic. They didnāt care about the children. Their punishment was because these foreigners had invaded their realm and bastardized the magic within it. Their punishment: being caught in an endless loop of their deeds. When the moon waned down to but a shine, the crew boarded their ship, compelled by magic, and departed for their home realm, nay to return until theyāve stolen a girl child and her two siblings. This night was no different.
Captain Xaria Hellier, called Hook by some, stood on the quarterdeck of the Jolly Roger as it sailed through the waters they once dominated. She turned a couple of orbs or water in her palm like Chinese stress balls, anticipating their arrival back to the island filled with enemies. In the distance was that shimmer she once thought was her salvation. Now it was her damnation. āMore wind, MacLeod! Me body be feelinā the lack of magic and I donāt much like it! Our bones be turninā ta dust! Get us back!ā
Ciaran stood at the helm, guiding the ship back to Neverland. The power the island had granted him was aerokenisis, allowing him to push the ship through waters at unnatural speeds. The rest of the crew moved about the deck, fulfilling their assigned roles ensuring lines were secure and the cannon were ready.
Hook yelled across the deck to a young girl, āCastiella! Get yer nimble arse up them ratlines and inta the nest!ā She turned and yelled to the rest of those on board, āWeāll be passinā through the veil soon. Keep yer eyes open and yer wits about ya. Canāt let them forest rats get the drop on us."
As they passed through the portal, the sound of the wind and waves suddenly went silent. Everything was silent. No crickets, no birds, no creatures at all. Xaria watched the cliffs as they neared their makeshift port. āThe guns ready, Gates?ā
The Mastergunner stood by the small, rail-mounted cannons, easy to point and shoot at the cliffs. āAye, Captain. Primed and ready.ā
āDouse canvas! Bring us in easy.ā The next part she muttered to herself, āThere be eyes everywhere..ā
She turned and walked down the stairs to the main deck. She made her way to the hatch and yelled down into the hold. āMai! Gisele! Dun't bring up the girl or the others 'til we know the coast be clear.ā
She gave one last shout over the deck, āAnd if any of you hear tickin'... Shoot it.ā
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