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After giving Mai shit, Ciaran turned on his heel to help furl the sails. A burst of anxious voices rang out over the deck, causing him to look to the movement overhead. As Pan touched down on the deck, Ciaran called out towards Hook as he drew his pistols. Captain! Pan! Both guns were immediately pointed at Pan's head.
Hook didn't even have to call out an order for arms, the crew circled Pan at a few arms-length, drawing their weapons. They were ready to cut them down as soon as they were given the go-ahead. There was a lot of seething hatred between the two groups, fueled by years of nothing else to think on. Hook had spun to face her friend turned enemy, drawing her swords as well. Exhilaration surged through her veins. She spoke in a cool tone laced with anger, baring her teeth a bit as she spoke, "Hold..." The crew stood still to Hook's command, waiting.
"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. 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. You can kill me if you so desire. I won't stop you this time. But I am done fighting, Xaria."
Xaria grinned wickedly at all the suggestion of violence and torture but her expression quickly turned serious when Pan paused. "Then what the fuck you want? Got two minutes.."
"You can feel it. We all can...Neverland is dying, and so are we..."
The whole crew shifted as Pan reached at their hip for a bag. Hook pointed a sword at whatever Pan was reaching for and offered a warning, "Watch it.."
Below deck, Mai heard the call and was ready to act if need be but stayed to guard the cell. She had given Giselle a nod indicating she would stay if Giselle wanted to go up to fight. When the siblings started to chat between them she slammed her fist on the iron bars. "Silence!"
Everyone up top was still on edge, watching intently as Pan laid something on the deck. "She died two weeks ago...My magic is failing because of it. 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."
Hook didn't get closer but did try to peer into Pan's hands. She pointed her sword toward Tinkerbell as she spoke, "Why should I care 'bout a dead devil pixie. Good riden-.." Hook readied both swords a false of light became a full-sized fae, quickly joined by a second, not yet noticing Tulip. She called out to the cluster of Pan and fairies, "You lied, Pan! Any last wishes?"