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all this has happened before
We were running. Running from Peter. Running toward the pirates.
It hadn't been difficult to convince the others this was our best option, not after all Peter had done. They knew now, they had seen what he was like, they'd been viewed under the cold, dismissive gaze of Peter Pan and understood he thought nothing of them. Of us. Because I may have been his favourite once, but it was clear I was too grown up, too close to being a man to be loved by him any longer.
I knew that had upset me once, but now, surrounded by my friends, running toward other friends, I didn't feel that same sense of loss that I had before. As with Charlie and Sal and Nod, I was choosing these good people, people I loved, and I was turning my back on Peter.
We crossed the Island, skirting the plans with the Many-Eyed, taking the path up into the mountains, toward Bear Cave, and then beyond. I paused at the cave, remembering Harry and his death here, but only for a moment. I had learned long ago how to mourn my friends while on the move and today was no different. My other friends needed me now, they needed me to lead them to safety away from Peter.
Leading the way down the mountain path, past the Marking Rock, I could see the camp and the cove in the distance, the shipped docked where it usually was when the pirates weren't away, raiding whatever places they were able to find. And I could see people. Pirates, yes, but familiar faces, too, and I picked up my pace, hurrying the others toward them.
[Coming together post! Gathering, as usual, Jamie and everyone who was with him at the tree is going to come to the pirate camp/the Jolly Roger, so feel free to have threads that take place on the ship or on the shore at the camp. Also feel free to employ fairies if you like, they'll be spying for Peter, who'll be coming soon enough. In a few days I'll post a second top level for Jamie and Peter's big final fight where Jamie will be losing his right hand.]
It hadn't been difficult to convince the others this was our best option, not after all Peter had done. They knew now, they had seen what he was like, they'd been viewed under the cold, dismissive gaze of Peter Pan and understood he thought nothing of them. Of us. Because I may have been his favourite once, but it was clear I was too grown up, too close to being a man to be loved by him any longer.
I knew that had upset me once, but now, surrounded by my friends, running toward other friends, I didn't feel that same sense of loss that I had before. As with Charlie and Sal and Nod, I was choosing these good people, people I loved, and I was turning my back on Peter.
We crossed the Island, skirting the plans with the Many-Eyed, taking the path up into the mountains, toward Bear Cave, and then beyond. I paused at the cave, remembering Harry and his death here, but only for a moment. I had learned long ago how to mourn my friends while on the move and today was no different. My other friends needed me now, they needed me to lead them to safety away from Peter.
Leading the way down the mountain path, past the Marking Rock, I could see the camp and the cove in the distance, the shipped docked where it usually was when the pirates weren't away, raiding whatever places they were able to find. And I could see people. Pirates, yes, but familiar faces, too, and I picked up my pace, hurrying the others toward them.
[Coming together post! Gathering, as usual, Jamie and everyone who was with him at the tree is going to come to the pirate camp/the Jolly Roger, so feel free to have threads that take place on the ship or on the shore at the camp. Also feel free to employ fairies if you like, they'll be spying for Peter, who'll be coming soon enough. In a few days I'll post a second top level for Jamie and Peter's big final fight where Jamie will be losing his right hand.]
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She doesn't make it in time.
Horror slides across her face as Jamie loses his hand, but she keeps charging forward, here expression closing into one of rage. She lets out a scream of anger and aggression, and once she's close enough to not miss she screeches to a halt, planting her foot before taking aim and hurling her sword right at Peter all in a matter of seconds. She knows the blade will find its mark, but she doesn't wait to see what damage it might do. She wants to kill Peter, but she's more concerned about getting to Jamie.
She reaches him as he slumps to the ground and drops to her knees beside him, already peeling off her top shirt to reveal the tank top underneath. "Jamie, hey, hey," she says, quietly urgent, doing her best to hoist him against her so she can wrap up his arm, bleeding where his hand once was. "Stay with me, okay? I need you to stay awake. We've got to get this bleeding stopped. You're gonna be okay."
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"He took my hand," I said, feeling numb and confused. Finally I blinked and looked and found myself face to face with Octavia. She was wrapping what was left of my arm and then I saw the blood.
"He took my hand just like I took theirs." I meant the pirates. She had to have seen some of them, the men missing their right hand.
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"I know," she says as she ties off the makeshift bandage that is her shirt, not sure whether she's responding to his first statement or his second. She's a little terrified by all the blood, not the fact of its existence given how much she's seen and drawn herself, but because it's Jamie. She remembers, though, what she's heard about trips home like this. "Listen, it's gonna be okay. Eventually we're going to wake up back in Darrow and you'll be fine. For now, though, we've got to get this bleeding stopped and get you to a doctor. If we can find one."
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He was a pirate now.
"Walter," I told Octavia, trying to breathe steadily. "He's a pirate. He should be on the ship. He'll know how to help."
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If she has to sling him across her shoulders, she can try, but Octavia's not very big, and she doubts she's strong enough to carry Jamie the whole way. For a moment, she wishes Helios had somehow come with her.
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"I'm okay," I muttered, mostly to myself. "I'm okay. I'm... I can do it."
I tucked my feet under my body again and then, with Octavia's help, I climbed slowly into a standing position.