@scltnsea :: continued from HERE.
waves of sapphire lapped at the golden sand ( cool beneath her shift as the setting sun faded further into dusk ) tempting the imagination with what lay past that open horizon. not hers, though. why waste care on the mundane when such grand adventures and ceaseless wonder existed here at the very tips of her fingers. wendy knew the other place well-enough; she knew of how unyielding, how unforgiving, it could be to those whose thoughts strayed beyond the ordinary. but neverland. something about this place tickled at her mind, sending butterflies aflutter in the pits of her stomach, begging the girl to seek more.
cerulean irises danced across the sunset’s reflection in the ocean’s surface, waiting for the waters to split open so the island may spill its secrets to her like an endless well of enchantment. it was intoxicating, her need to uncover everything the magic wonderland had to offer. still, too, it was a ball and chain that dragged her beneath its sea of mystery which spiraled on forever. each door she unlocked only led to another, sending the girl racing through a labyrinth with no end. and if she ever did reach the top, would never’s tower of secrets topple beneath her or would the darling finally be rewarded for her undying devotion ?
as the the sun slowly began to slip beneath the waves, painting the sky a dusty purple, wendy finally pulled her awestruck eyes away from the beautiful display. the chill of a gentle breeze and wink of waking stars was her cue to return home, lest carrion be forced to begrudgingly fetch the child’s wandering spirit and drag it back to the tree before night had fully settled. as she began to stir, the sound of carefully creeping boots brushed past her ears, and by the time the figure’s tall, broad shadow had fallen over her, it was too late. the predator descended on its prey with speed.
wendy’s breath hitched as the cool metal of a sword settled across her chest, sending shivers of shock down her spine. the girl did not need to turn her head to know who sat crouched behind her. his musk—a mix of salt and sweat—invaded her nostrils as hot, heavy breathing tickled the back of her neck. the soft features of her face wrinkled in disgust as she pushed her torso harder against the flat of his sword, futilely attempting to keep as far from his leather-bound chest as she could manage. hook. the man disgusted her, not just in appearance but in every facet of his being. the pirate captain was the epitome of everything she hated, everything she stood against. he was the singular stain that marred neverland’s otherwise picturesque existence. yet he was perfect in only one aspect : hook made for the most splendid villain.
the man’s words, poetic as they were empty, slithered through one ear and out the other, the message almost lost to wendy. after all, the girl was far too preoccupied with finding a way to wiggle out of her rather unfortunate predicament. his short monologue was no more than a bothersome buzz in the back of her head, like that of a mosquito she wished to squash beneath her palm. “ i’ll have peace when the ocean mercifully drowns you. “ , she spat back. the sharp of her elbow rocketed into his lower left ribs while the other pushed at his sword-wielding arm. wendy shoved herself against the blade once more, more willfully this time, in hopes to break free from the suffocating hold entrapping her in its cage of limbs. “ if it beckons to you, then go to it. let the waves swallow you whole and leave me be ! “
