Snippet #2821209

From their hiding spot among the sharpened rocks below, Pan and a few of the Lost Boys remained on the wayside, watching as the others took up post in their respective posts. If anything were to happen, the Lost Boys would know when to act. They had done this dozens of times over, and while not perfectionists by any means, they had their ways. Pan's dull-lit green eyes surveyed the coast, scoping out for any stray pirates that may have been left around for this exact purpose. From what they could tell, there were none. Perfect. As they awaited the ship, a few more indivuals joined them. Aisling and Molly, Pan noted. Turning to face them for a moment, "All clear on the North side?" Pan questioned.

There was a brief moment of pause, as the two Lost Boys exchanged glances with the others, "From what we could tell, that seems to be the case, Pan." Aisling finally spoke up. Molly nodded alongside her silently. Pan gave Molly a small smile before looking at Aisling, "Good. Now, I'm going to want you to keep your eyes on the boys tonight, Ais." Pan started. Aisling tilted her head, not entirely sure she knew what her leader was referring to. Pan bit their bottom lip before continuing. Tobin and Liall. They...They've been on edge all week, and it's only gotten worse tonight. Liall is doing what he can but Tobin..." there a brief pause before Pan sighed heavily. Rubbing the back of their neck.

"I don't like where it seems to be going with him." Aisling looked at Pan silently for a moment, before giving a clearly regretful nod of her head, "I understand, and will do what I can to keep him in line. If he steps out of it though, I can't promise anything good will come of it." Pan gave a small nod, knowing exactly what she meant. Tobin had been incredibly out of line lately, and his actions have been doing more harm than good lately. Anyone with eyes could see it.

Looking back out to the ocean for a moment, there was another odd stillness in the air for just a moment, before there was a sudden breeze that seemed to shake the very land of Neverland itself. Looking up into the night sky, they saw an all too familiar shape in the far off distance. They had at least a few more minutes before Hook attempted to make land and anchor off at the port. Pan felt a small tug on their sleeve, looking down to see Molly. "It will be okay." Pan reassured softly, gently smoothing down the young Lost Girl's hair with Pan's open palm. "But will you be okay?" Molly finally peaked up. Pan looked down for a moment, before looking back at her, their eyes scanned her over before a softened and solemn expression over came them, "I'm not so sure..." Pan requited. Looking back up at the night sky, the ship was slowly getting closer.

"I do want you both to listen to me though, alright?" the three exchanged looks for a moment, before Pan began to talk again, "I want you both to stay here, with the others. I'll be going in alone this time-" "What? You can't be serious, can you? You want us to just stay here, while you go up there? With a bloody pirate who wants you dead more than anything else?" Aisling cut Pan off, her eyebrows knitted tightly across her forehead. "I know you have a lot of questionable ideas, Pan. But that is by far the worst one you've ever told me." she continued to barate them. Pan raised a hand to attempt to ask for permission to talk, but Aisling continued, "And what? Were you just going to go up there and talk to her?" she asked sarcastically.

There was another brief pause, Aisling's eyes scanned over Pan, who was only able to return her look with a sheepish one of their own. Rubbing their neck as they did so. "Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me. That was your big idea for tonight?" Pan was finally given the floor to speak, defensively raising both hands up, "Yeah well, at this point, that is the only thing we can do. Everything else has resulted in people dying, or worse and...We are running out of time, Aisling. Neverland is dying. If we don't fix this, now...We lose everything." Pan stated as calmly as they possibly could. Aisling took a heavy, deep breath as she managed to compose herself. Trying to push aside her wishes of wanting to take Pan by the back of the head, and make sure their damn head was screwed on right. Clasping her hands in front of her instead, "I know...So...Just...Be careful, alright? The moment we feel like something is off, we're coming to help you." Aisling nodded.

Pan knew there was no arguing this, even if they did, Aisling would win it in the end anyway. Just like most arguments the two had. Giving it another minute, Pan looked back up, and saw that the ship was making its way over at a faster right. Ciaran. They noted. Damned aeromancy. With a final sigh, Pan got to their feet, keeping low as they did, "If all goes well...It shouldn't take too long but...We'll see. And if it goes south, just...Try to look after the others and get out of here if you can." with that, Pan took another deep breath, remaining silent as shadows formed and grew around them, entirely enveloping Pan in them, until they were nearly invisible to the human eye. Erebokinesis was an incredibly rare form of magic, and it was the one that Pan herself had been given by the faeries, as part of the curse. It allowed her to control and bend shadows and darkness itself to her every whim. But it wasn't always that way. There was once a time it was untamed and dangerous in the wrong hands. And well, seeing as one of their own had been banished for wreaking havoc with what they simply called The Shadow. But now, it had been tamed and controlled by Pan, and the two worked one and the same.

Looking over to the direction of the Jolly Roger, Pan used the attribute of cloaking that the shadows gave her, and took off into the air. As she enclosed on the Jolly Roger, Pan kept low, flying alongside the shadows of the ship itself to her advantage. It was only as the ship began to enclose on the port, that Pan decided to finally act. Moving up along the outer side of the ship and towards the bow of the ship. Hearing voices and orders being thrown around, Pan froze for nearly a moment as that all too familiar voice hit her ears.

"And if any of you hear tickin'... Shoot it.”

Pan swallowed the lump in their throat, even now, hearing that voice made anxiety grow and spread throughout their body. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Shaking their head, Pan managed to gather whatever courage, or more specifically, stupidity, and flew up to the bow of the ship. Several figures were all stationed and ready for anything at a moment's notice. Pan only dropped the cloaking as her feet hit the wood of the deck of the ship. Finally making her presence known to the crew of the Jolly Roger. Pan's eyes immediately landed on none other, than Captain Hook herself.

Silence nearly took over the entire ship as everyone either had their eyes locked on Pan, or Hook. Waiting for either one to make their move. Pan took a deep, but shaky breath, slowly appearing as if to retrieve the sword by their side, but instead of unsheathing it, Pan's fingers unclasped the metal that held it in place and let the holster and scabber clatter to the floor. The sound of a damned pin dropping could still be heard as neither party had spoke yet. The only sound heard was the sound of the crashing waves of the ocean below. Another moment passed as Pan looked back up across the way at Hook, finally raising up both hands by her head in the air, as the universal sign of surrender. "Whether you choose to believe me or not...I am not here to fight. The others are posted around, but they're awaiting my orders." Pan finally spoke up, taking a moment of pause. But never once did they take their eyes off of the Captain. "Whether you decide to believe me or not, that is up to you. Kill me where I stand. Beat and torture me all you wish. I won't stop you, and neither will the others as I refuse to give them orders." Pan's eyes finally broke away from Hook, and looked around for the briefest moment. Taking into account as to who was here on deck. Some were missing, and if she were to guess, the others were with the kids.

Looking back over to the Captain, "You can kill me if you so desire. I won't stop you this time. But I am done fighting, Xaria." Pan's voice broke for just a moment as that name left her lips. Taking a moment before continuing, "I just want to talk things through. And after, if you still wish to kill me, then so be it. I am your's to kill, and I won't fight you. But you can feel it. We all can...Neverland is dying, and so are we..." Pan slowly retrieved something from the small pouch on their hip, kneeling down as they placed whatever it was on the deck of the ship, taking a moment before looking up, "She died two weeks ago...My magic is failing because of it." Pan gently picked up Tinkerbell's all too small form, holding it gently in her hands. "How many more of us need to die, before we all realize that things are falling apart? I know you all feel it. Your magic isn't as strong as it used to be. The days are beginning to meld together. Neverland is dying, and we're all next in a matter of time."

Pan looked around at the others in hopes of gauging their response to such a revelation. Faeiries don't just drop dead from nothing like this. Sure, they would eventually age and pass on as all things do. But Tinkerbell was barely even three hundred years old, which was considered a child in the terms of how old Faeiries lived. Pan could tell that this was a warning, not just to her and the Lost Boys. But to everywhere on Neverland. Whatever was happening on this island, was strong enough to kill a Faeiry, and Pan didn't like any of this. If Hook had even an ounce of rationality left, and a sense of self preservation, now would be the moment their differences and personal squabbles to be put aside. Neverland itself depended on it.