Pixies and Pirates | cpt-killianjones
The trees were a fairy's best friend strategically; this was something Tinkerbell had learned at quite a young age. When being attacked by birds of pray and various other animals, the high balconies of the forest offered safety and shelter, as well serving as an excellent vantage point. Now that her wings were gone, having vanished upon her arrival in this strange, magicless land, the little pixie had started to rely on this knowledge more than ever. Her little make shift home, a surprisingly sturdy tree house built from wood found around town, was situated in the tallest pine tree could she find, deep, deep in the forest. It was far from the prying eyes of joggers, hikers, and other civilians, located in a rather secluded area quite a ways off from the main trail.
Over all, it was the perfect place for a pixie like her to make camp. It offered her all the comforts of the hollow — a lovely view, fresh air, the singing of birds in the mornings — as well as the safety and seclusion of traditional hideout. Even better, the the animals often took this path to the river, giving her more than enough food to hunt. Even with her terrible spear throwing skills, Tinkerbell usually managed to make a kill with relative ease, seeing as at least four to five deer crossed her path on a daily basis. Not to mention the rabbit traps down on the ground and the salmon that were starting to swim upstream.
Really, her little sky high safe haven was a paradise. Or, it would be if it had indoor plumbing and a heater, but she could live without for a while. Right now, she was more concerned with the possibility of being found than by the things she did not have.
Though, as the days passed by, her fear of being found by the dread Captain started to wane. Now, after a little over a week, she wondered if her captor even searched for her. Perhaps, he'd lost interest in the little pixie after all these years. Maybe she really was free, once and for all.. The black hearted pirate had held her prisoner for far too long. For all she knew, he'd seen the error of his ways and decided to let her slip through his finger tips. Maybe the nightmare was finally over.
The thought was an exciting one, to say the least, and as each day passed she believed it more and more. She even became less cautious, daring to venture out into town and meet the townspeople, as well as not take every step necessary to hide her trail. Surely, Hook was done with her by now, she told herself every time she got that nagging feeling that she was being foolish. He must've had better things to do in this land than to search for a feisty little pixie, especially with his revenge nearly in his grasp. She was nothing - just a useless, wingless fairy with no dust.
A soft sigh escaped her full, red lips, her expression worrisome as she stared up at the clear blue skies from the forest floor. It seemed that even now, when she was trying her absolute best, she could not get that monster out of her head, even if it was to tell herself that he wasn't coming for her. "Jeez, Tink, the damn cod fish has gotten into your head. Stop worrying about it," she reassured herself, her spoken voice more confident than the one in her mind. "You'd just be a waste of time, anyways. You're safe."
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