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kh_drabbleChallenge: [129] Waifs & Strays
Title: Locking Windows
Wordcount: 544
Notes:Riku finds out how Neverland works and he wants nothing of it. (I think this is the first time in at least ten weeks I haven't cut a drabble down :D)
Their guest seemed agitated. Bored, restless, something, and it was driving Hook crazy. "Get him out of here." he whispered to his underling.
"How, sir?"
"Give 'em a tour, give 'em the plank, I don't care. Just get him out!"
Smee took the first option, and Riku played along, uninterestedly.
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"...and notice the maidenhead? This entire ship was built especially for the Cap'n in 1911, upon his being appointed a Cap'n of the Pirate Council."
The pirate's tour had been quite boring so far; but this last part made no sense. After all, the ship's timbers were bright and new and the sails were pristine, unmarred by wind and weather.
"That's almost one hundred years ago." Riku interrupted. "You weren't alive back then." The boat was creaking, going up-down. It was making him sick.
The deckhand smiled, almost contemptuously. "What," the boy asked, trying not to sound uneasy. "how old are you, then?"
"I left off growing when I came here, boy! I haven't got an age."
"You don't make sense."
"Ha! I do, I do. We only came for revenge on that Peter Pan, after he cut off the Cap'n's hand. We followed, see, and the crocodile came, too. How were we supposed to know that the boy lived in Neverland? And course you stop aging an' growing, in Neverland. Cap'n sometimes leaves with that ol' witch, when she makes her tunnels for him, but otherwise, we live here. I think we always will."
"No. You could just leave." Up-down faster. Getting sicker, going nowhere. "You could go home. Or at least go somewhere."
"If we remembered how to get there, we could." Smee shook his head dismissively. "But why? It's nice here. Fight an' eat all the time, and even when we get killed, we always come back...why, Cap'n's died three times, and Pan's done it once. But this time -- Oh! And yeh'll want to know about Pan then, won't yeh?"
"What about him?"
"Oh, see, me, 'n the Cap'n, we're just lost. But Peter Pan, oh--" Smee said, with an uncharacteristic, almost savage, glee. "He went home. He found it again. But, the window was locked. They locked him out! Didn't even want him in his own world. Not that I'm surprised. But, you..." His tone was still friendly, but his eyes were suddenly suspicious. "What about yehrself? Cap'n didn't say how yeh got here. Yeh get lost? Or you're here banished."
For a moment, Riku was scared, that he couldn't leave. That he'd stay trapped with all these mad people and lost hearts and lost boys. But then he remembered -- The Corridors! -- and he laughed confidently. "Neither! You idiot. I'm here because I want to be."
"Yeah?" Smee didn't believe him.
"Yeah. I could leave for..for anywhere, if I wanted to. I could even go home." He opened an entrance to the Darkness, and his eyes found the door hidden deep in it. "I could." But he didn't turn back to the deckhand; he stared into the Dark, as if looking for something buried in, beyond his door. "I could..." Said tremulously, now. His look of horror was almost picturesque, and it paralleled the ninety-six-year-old ten-year-old boy's own expression, when Peter had first realized that they'd shut the window. "If only they hadn't locked it."
Title: Locking Windows
Wordcount: 544
Notes:Riku finds out how Neverland works and he wants nothing of it. (I think this is the first time in at least ten weeks I haven't cut a drabble down :D)
Their guest seemed agitated. Bored, restless, something, and it was driving Hook crazy. "Get him out of here." he whispered to his underling.
"How, sir?"
"Give 'em a tour, give 'em the plank, I don't care. Just get him out!"
Smee took the first option, and Riku played along, uninterestedly.
--
"...and notice the maidenhead? This entire ship was built especially for the Cap'n in 1911, upon his being appointed a Cap'n of the Pirate Council."
The pirate's tour had been quite boring so far; but this last part made no sense. After all, the ship's timbers were bright and new and the sails were pristine, unmarred by wind and weather.
"That's almost one hundred years ago." Riku interrupted. "You weren't alive back then." The boat was creaking, going up-down. It was making him sick.
The deckhand smiled, almost contemptuously. "What," the boy asked, trying not to sound uneasy. "how old are you, then?"
"I left off growing when I came here, boy! I haven't got an age."
"You don't make sense."
"Ha! I do, I do. We only came for revenge on that Peter Pan, after he cut off the Cap'n's hand. We followed, see, and the crocodile came, too. How were we supposed to know that the boy lived in Neverland? And course you stop aging an' growing, in Neverland. Cap'n sometimes leaves with that ol' witch, when she makes her tunnels for him, but otherwise, we live here. I think we always will."
"No. You could just leave." Up-down faster. Getting sicker, going nowhere. "You could go home. Or at least go somewhere."
"If we remembered how to get there, we could." Smee shook his head dismissively. "But why? It's nice here. Fight an' eat all the time, and even when we get killed, we always come back...why, Cap'n's died three times, and Pan's done it once. But this time -- Oh! And yeh'll want to know about Pan then, won't yeh?"
"What about him?"
"Oh, see, me, 'n the Cap'n, we're just lost. But Peter Pan, oh--" Smee said, with an uncharacteristic, almost savage, glee. "He went home. He found it again. But, the window was locked. They locked him out! Didn't even want him in his own world. Not that I'm surprised. But, you..." His tone was still friendly, but his eyes were suddenly suspicious. "What about yehrself? Cap'n didn't say how yeh got here. Yeh get lost? Or you're here banished."
For a moment, Riku was scared, that he couldn't leave. That he'd stay trapped with all these mad people and lost hearts and lost boys. But then he remembered -- The Corridors! -- and he laughed confidently. "Neither! You idiot. I'm here because I want to be."
"Yeah?" Smee didn't believe him.
"Yeah. I could leave for..for anywhere, if I wanted to. I could even go home." He opened an entrance to the Darkness, and his eyes found the door hidden deep in it. "I could." But he didn't turn back to the deckhand; he stared into the Dark, as if looking for something buried in, beyond his door. "I could..." Said tremulously, now. His look of horror was almost picturesque, and it paralleled the ninety-six-year-old ten-year-old boy's own expression, when Peter had first realized that they'd shut the window. "If only they hadn't locked it."
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