I set my jaw to show him it’s a bad idea to second-guess me, friends or not.
Of course, Jack isn’t impressed by my harsh tone. Never has been. It doesn’t help much that I’ve known him since I was six. On the other hand, it’s exactly why this makes him the most loyal of all my crew.
“All right.” He claps my shoulder. “Anything else?”
“Yes. Bring me a new hat,” I grumble. “I lost mine in the battle last night and I feel naked without it.”
Smee laughs. “I’ll get you one with a bigger feather.”
I watch him lower the dinghy with Fin Flannigan and Potato Ralph. It’s a good thing the cook is going too. If he grabs some meat and fruits, we’ll get something other than potatoes to eat for a change. The breakfast he’d prepared for Angel this morning was impressive. I didn’t know we had half of the stuff on board.
Chapter 8
I DON’T KNOW if Hook deliberately left the keys in the lock or simply forgot they were there, but it’s nice to have the opportunity to retreat to a small place of safety on this ship. Since this is obviously the captain’s bedroom, I wonder where he slept last night.
That incident with him half an hour ago in the study next door left me with a queasy feeling in my stomach. Ever since I put a foot onto this ship, he’d been trying to intimidate me. But last night, shortly before I must have been knocked out cold, he seemed different. Like there’s a real human beneath all this ruthlessness of his. He didn’t let me die in that hole, he gave me clothes when mine were torn, then he said I don’t have to be afraid of him. What exactly does that mean? That he won’t force me out onto the plank a second time?
Nestled against the headboard of the wide bed, my legs drawn under the skirt of the dress, I rub my hands over my face and sigh into my palms. I’ve spent only two days in this crazy land, and I’ve already forgotten so much about my life.
Fear takes hold of me. I don’t what to forget my past so I try to recall all I know in a mumble. “My name is Angel.” Most likely. “I’m seventeen years old; I live in a beautiful two-story house just outside London; I like cinnamon cookies and strawberry milk, and my favorite movie is Pirates of the Caribbean .” I stop and stare at my toes peeking out from under the skirt’s hem. Now isn’t this just ironic? I won’t be able to watch that film without turning into a whining milquetoast in the future.
Okay, what else do I still know? “My sisters are twins, strawberry blond, and they love to make my life hell when my parents,”—the ones I don’t remember—“are out of the house.” Good. No important information has gone since I got up this morning. If I keep repeating these things to myself all day, I might not forget them after all.
And that’s the exact moment a realization hits me. From morning till evening, I remember everything—all the time. What’s there when I wake up is still there when I go to sleep. It’s the time when I’m not awake where I seem to lose yet another part of my memory.
A shudder cold as ice pricks a trail down my spine.
Sleep is the answer. I must not fall asleep again, or I’ll wake up with another chunk of memory lost forever. And that means I have to find a way off this island within the next sixteen to twenty hours.
Oh my God! Don’t panic now!
I jump off the bed and pace the room. What options do I have? Neverland is a small island. The only chance to leave is to swim or board a ship. With the sharks out there, I opt for the latter. The passenger ships at the seaport are useless. They’re rundown and have been converted to fit into a lazy town life. It would take weeks if not months to get them seaworthy.
Apparently, the only ship that still sails the ocean is the Jolly Roger. I need a plan to move the ship in the right direction.
Or…have it moved.
A smile of anticipation slips to my lips as I turn around and stare at the Do not enter note. It’s
Of course, Jack isn’t impressed by my harsh tone. Never has been. It doesn’t help much that I’ve known him since I was six. On the other hand, it’s exactly why this makes him the most loyal of all my crew.
“All right.” He claps my shoulder. “Anything else?”
“Yes. Bring me a new hat,” I grumble. “I lost mine in the battle last night and I feel naked without it.”
Smee laughs. “I’ll get you one with a bigger feather.”
I watch him lower the dinghy with Fin Flannigan and Potato Ralph. It’s a good thing the cook is going too. If he grabs some meat and fruits, we’ll get something other than potatoes to eat for a change. The breakfast he’d prepared for Angel this morning was impressive. I didn’t know we had half of the stuff on board.
Chapter 8
I DON’T KNOW if Hook deliberately left the keys in the lock or simply forgot they were there, but it’s nice to have the opportunity to retreat to a small place of safety on this ship. Since this is obviously the captain’s bedroom, I wonder where he slept last night.
That incident with him half an hour ago in the study next door left me with a queasy feeling in my stomach. Ever since I put a foot onto this ship, he’d been trying to intimidate me. But last night, shortly before I must have been knocked out cold, he seemed different. Like there’s a real human beneath all this ruthlessness of his. He didn’t let me die in that hole, he gave me clothes when mine were torn, then he said I don’t have to be afraid of him. What exactly does that mean? That he won’t force me out onto the plank a second time?
Nestled against the headboard of the wide bed, my legs drawn under the skirt of the dress, I rub my hands over my face and sigh into my palms. I’ve spent only two days in this crazy land, and I’ve already forgotten so much about my life.
Fear takes hold of me. I don’t what to forget my past so I try to recall all I know in a mumble. “My name is Angel.” Most likely. “I’m seventeen years old; I live in a beautiful two-story house just outside London; I like cinnamon cookies and strawberry milk, and my favorite movie is Pirates of the Caribbean .” I stop and stare at my toes peeking out from under the skirt’s hem. Now isn’t this just ironic? I won’t be able to watch that film without turning into a whining milquetoast in the future.
Okay, what else do I still know? “My sisters are twins, strawberry blond, and they love to make my life hell when my parents,”—the ones I don’t remember—“are out of the house.” Good. No important information has gone since I got up this morning. If I keep repeating these things to myself all day, I might not forget them after all.
And that’s the exact moment a realization hits me. From morning till evening, I remember everything—all the time. What’s there when I wake up is still there when I go to sleep. It’s the time when I’m not awake where I seem to lose yet another part of my memory.
A shudder cold as ice pricks a trail down my spine.
Sleep is the answer. I must not fall asleep again, or I’ll wake up with another chunk of memory lost forever. And that means I have to find a way off this island within the next sixteen to twenty hours.
Oh my God! Don’t panic now!
I jump off the bed and pace the room. What options do I have? Neverland is a small island. The only chance to leave is to swim or board a ship. With the sharks out there, I opt for the latter. The passenger ships at the seaport are useless. They’re rundown and have been converted to fit into a lazy town life. It would take weeks if not months to get them seaworthy.
Apparently, the only ship that still sails the ocean is the Jolly Roger. I need a plan to move the ship in the right direction.
Or…have it moved.
A smile of anticipation slips to my lips as I turn around and stare at the Do not enter note. It’s
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