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Gisele

First Mate

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a character in “Return To Never Land: The Hidden Truth”, as played by TheLadyAuthor

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Gisele


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FULLXNAME:
Gisele

BIRTHDAY:
June 7th, 1789

AGE:
She is 232 years old, but appears in her early thirties.

ROLE:
First Mate

PRONOUNS:
She/Her

SEXUALITY:
Bisexual

ETHNICITY:
Caucasian

HOMETOWN:
Nassau, New Providence Island

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HEIGHT & WEIGHT:
She is 5'8" and weighs about 136lbs

APPEARANCE:
Gisele is taller than the average woman, lithe build but toned from lots of physical work. Her hair is a rich dirty blonde with hazel eyes. Her skin is tanned from long days in the sun and she has old scars across her that were given before her healing abilities. She’ll occasionally pile her hair up on her head in a bun, but usually keeps it hanging loose.

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LIKES
Power, alcohol, fire, shiny things, sea fights, control

DISLIKES
Lost Boys(Especially Pan and Aisling), betrayals, disrespect, liars, loss of control

VICES
Drinking, smoking, cards.

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PERSONALITY
Gisele is foremost admires and is completely devoted to Captain Hook. She is grateful for having met her Captain and what that meant for her life. Because of this she absolutely hates anyone who would betray Hook. She enjoys having power, especially know what it's like to be completely powerless. She has no desire to give up the powers of Neverland.

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HISTORY
Born into poverty in Nassau, Gisele did not have much to look forward to in life. She doesn’t remember her parents, being orphaned from a very young age. She quickly learned to do whatever was necessary to survive on the streets, including stealing when she had to. Eventually when old enough, she joined a brothel desperate to secure some sort of living. She put up with a lot of unsavory behavior, not wanting to jeopardize herself.

That is until she met the enigmatic Captain Xaria ‘Xary’ Hellier. This woman encouraged Gisele to stand up for herself and to not take what others would do. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. With those words fueling her, Gisele ended up murdering a man who’d pushed her around once too often. Still splattered in his blood, she marched off to climb onto Captain Hellier’s ship and asked to join. Since then she’s been a devoted member to her Captain, learning as much as she could about the ship. She did not leave when the rest of the crew jump ship and was only promoted to First Mate after Pan’s betrayal.


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ABILITIES
Gisele has obtained the power of Pyrokinesis since coming to Neverland. This gives her the ability to control and generate flames. She is completely fire-proof, though her clothes are another story. She cannot be burned or even feel pain from the heat. Time has allowed her to obtain control over these abilities and she's been working on how to intensify the heat of her fires.

TALENTS
She is very skilled shot with a pistol and she has had many years to develop her abilities as a knife fighter.

STRENGTHS
Knife-fighting, a huge survival instinct, shooting, loyal

WEAKNESSES
Temper, loss of control
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So begins...

Gisele's Story

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Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Gisele
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Return to Never Land...

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'Peter Pan'
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The ever beaming sun that usually hung far above the Mainland of The Isle, had long since set, and the moon had since taken its place in the murky abyss above. Instead, was a slight sliver of silver, that appeared as more of a portal or opening to some other world that lied behind the blanket of stars that twinkled in the moonlit night sky. On nights like this, if one knew where to look, they'd be able to see constellations in every direction, that went on for miles. If one was even lucky, chances would have it that they might spot a shooting star. But, on this night, things were different. There was a stillness.

Even the air itself felt off. It was always this way, on nights like this. Next to no noise filled the air, besides the crashing of the waves below the cliff bluff that overlooked the ocean, and the occasional gust of wind that would whisp by one's ear. Everything else, was dead silent. The Mainland, was usually full of life. Creatures and insects of the night would be making their calls. Birds of night such as owls and some unknown species would be busy hunting prey. But tonight? Not a sound.

A lone figure was sitting off from everything else, sitting on one of the higher pillars of the cliff-face that faced the open waters. They were in a crouched position, both feet firmly planted flat against the cold stone, but were busily looking up towards the inky black night sky. The night skies here in Never Land, were unlike any other one could see. From here, if one looked up on a clear night, they'd be able to see the stars and planets among the vast expanse of the cosmos. The veil between this island and reality were an odd thing. Almost enchanting if some dared to think about it for too long.

"It's almost time...", a young boy's voice spoke up. Breaking the silence that had long filled the air around them. "They should be here soon.", another voice came not soon after. "Thank you, Liall. Tobin. I'll be there shortly." the figure said, finally looking at the two Lost Boys who had come to remind them. Looking back out at the starry filled sky, they let out a sigh. Liall slowly walked up beside their friend, placing a hand on their shoulder, "It's going to be okay, you know? Everything will work out this time, Pan." Liall tried saying with a reassuring tone. Tobin simply rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner, folding his arms over his chest. "Because Pan never fails, right?" Tobin prodded.

Liall looked back at Tobin, giving him a small glare. The other Lost Boy raised both hands up in mach defense, glancing back at their leader for a moment, "I'll go and alert the others, make sure they're ready for things." Tobin gave a small, reluctant half bow and turned back, making his way back to the village further down the cliffside and into the woods. The remaining two exchanged looks once more, "Ignore him. He's just trying to get the best of you, Pan...It'll be fine, truly." he gave a faint smile in Pan's direction. Pan let out a small sigh once more, combing her fingers through her hair, pacing a bit. "But he is right, Liall. We mess this up tonight...This could be our last chance and, we can't afford that. Not now." Liall slowly nodded in agreement, he knew, just as much as anyone else, that tonight was the night to get this done. There was no more waiting. They were already running out of time as it were. They all wanted it to be over, and the time to act was now.

"Go back with Tobin, get the others who are coming. You'll meet me out by the large rocks near the gull, act on my signal. We need to use their arrival as leverage and cover. They'll be expecting us regardless so, speed is key this time, I think." Pan said as she turned back to Liall, who gave her a small nod once more. "Yes ma'am." Liall said with a salute, and turned back to the Lost Boys encampment.

Then there was one left. Pan slowly looked back up towards the night sky, closing her eyes for a moment, and took a deep intake of breath. Any and all nerves that were felt in this moment, neeeded to be shaken off and forgotten. Now wasn't the time for cowardice. Pan reached for the metal pan flute that was hanging by one of their belt loops. It was strung on a leather bound strap, and pulled it up to their lips, blowing into the flute, they let out a single note. It was the last call for the Lost Boys to begin making their way to the rock pillars down by the shore, where the Jolly Roger would be coming in once they arrived. Which would be within barely a few minutes.

Pan headed towards the shoreline first, staying low among the large rocks below. With the mix of crashing waves, the darkness of night and lack of any form of light to give away their position, Pan had a perfect place to lie and wait for the arriving ship. With the reassurance of a few of the Lost Boys and Girls, those who were able-bodied enough to help anyway, had come along. At least for the terms of a distraction at the very most, pan wouldn't risk them fighting off the pirates, not again.

It wasn't much longer until the large shadow, of an encroaching form made its appearance. A large pirate ship coasted along the waters, before eventually coming to anchor down by the large rocks and port. Pan took a deep breath once more, hands shaking for just a moment before she managed to recollect herself. It'd be fine. They just needed to locate the kids, get them out, and Pan would play as the key distraction. This was all far routine by now. An endless game of cat and mouse that everyone involved in knew by now. Things never changed, it was always the same. Everything was, except for the outcomes. And this time, Pan wasn't going to let things end like they had last time. They'd succeed, but the only difference, Pan had a different plan in mind this time after they got the children out. And hopefully this time, they'd be able to make everything work. They just had to..




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Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Wendy Darling
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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 island’s magic to change them into pawns for the Captain’s thirst for money and power, just to toss them away when it didn’t 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 didn’t 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 they’ve 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. “More wind, MacLeod! Me body be feelin’ the lack of magic and I don’t much like it! Our bones be turnin’ ta dust! Get us back!”

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, “Castiella! Get yer nimble arse up them ratlines and inta the nest!” She turned and yelled to the rest of those on board, “We’ll be passin’ through the veil soon. Keep yer eyes open and yer wits about ya. Can’t 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. “The guns ready, Gates?”

The Mastergunner stood by the small, rail-mounted cannons, easy to point and shoot at the cliffs. “Aye, Captain. Primed and ready.”

“Douse canvas! Bring us in easy.” The next part she muttered to herself, “There be eyes everywhere..”

She turned and walked down the stairs to the main deck. She made her way to the hatch and yelled down into the hold. “Mai! Gisele! Dun't bring up the girl or the others 'til we know the coast be clear.”

She gave one last shout over the deck, “And if any of you hear tickin'... Shoot it.”


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Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Fawn Stone Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Darling Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Sky Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Clara Valle
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The faeries could always sense when the cycle was restarting, but this one was different. Though they hadn’t made it explicit it was clear that the island was dying. Sure it was still as beautiful as the day Clara first arrived, but the magic wasn’t the same as it was before. She could feel it in the way the flowers bloomed. Clara wasn’t a part of their discussions but she could sense the tension. There were conversations behind closed doors, bouts of frustration with limited magical abilities. It used to bother her but she’d grown used to being an afterthought.

With their magic waning it was too risky for them to leave their hideout so they sent Clara to watch as Hook rode in. They hadn’t told her what to watch for, but she knew it was important. While they often sent her to run their errands, they rarely seemed so serious when doing so. She wasn’t usually trusted with matters of importance unless it was a matter of safety so she didn’t ask questions when they sent her on her way.

She would often go to watch the ship as it came in, wishing she could once again be the one trying to help those children. Usually she would have to sneak out so it was convenient to have the grace of the fairies this time. She had flown high atop a tree, warping the leaves around her to provide camouflage.There wasn’t much the faeries told her to do except observe and report, but already Clara had the twisting sensation in her chest that everything was about to go wrong.

As the ship approached the shore a shudder went down her spine. It had been decades since Clara was last aboard that ship, it was more of a phantom than anything. A ghost that re emerged from the shadows every so often to haunt her. It always seemed so small from a distance but as it rushed through the waters she was still disturbed by it’s grandeur.

There was a sparkle of moonlight glinting across the water, catching Clara’s eye. Though she couldn’t make out who it was she recognized the movement of a mermaid rushing through the water. It would seem that the faeries were not the only ones who wanted to have eyes on the Jolly Roger tonight.

She wondered who the victims were this time. Once upon a time she would have worried about how scared they must be, but now she had to remind herself to be concerned about such things. She could feel her compassion fading - that’s why she had to keep coming. Clara had to see the horror to remember.

Suddenly Clara was aware of the eerie silence over the island. She shifted the leaves around her, slowly lowering herself. Careful to linger below the tree line to remain unseen she found another tree to perch herself within, manipulating it’s branches and leaves to provide coverage. She peered through her makeshift blockade watching the beach intently.

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Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Clara Valle
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Ciaran MacLeod
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“More wind, MacLeod! Me body be feelin’ the lack of magic and I don’t much like it! Our bones be turnin’ ta dust! Get us back!” 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.

“G, Mai, you got this?” He offered his help to his crewmates but really wasn’t 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. They’d done this countless times. “Go blow your wind somewhere else, MacLeod.” She gathered her daggers and slipped them into the strap across her chest. Ciaran grinned his classic sideways grin and turned on his heel.


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Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Clara Valle
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'Peter Pan'
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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.