#also ash: sasses jolly

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Vascello Fantasma Prologue: Arcana Famiglia

Start Up Messages

(If you have a save from the first game to import, the "Memories" and "Roulette" section of each character you've completed there will unlock.)

Do you want to change the name of the heroine? The current name is Felicita.

>Change >Keep

Do you want to change the nickname of the heroine? The current name is Fel. As the game proceeds, the nickname is sometimes used.

>Change >Keep

Configure the playback setting of the heroine’s system voice. This can be changed at any time in the game options.

>Yes voice >No voice

Do you want to change the name of the owl? The current name is Fukurota.

>Change >Keep

Configure the setting of Fukurota’s system voice type. This can be changed at any time in the game options.

>Type A >Type B >None

Is everything ok?

>Yes >Corrections Needed

We recognize that you are a member of Arcana Famiglia

Operation Hints ○ Button can be used to advance through messages. Long pressing will advance through dialogue at a fast speed. × Button can be used to clear messages. L Button can be used to open the menu.

Useful Functions You can see this description anytime in the “Descriptions” section of the menu by pressing the L button.

Prologue: Arcana Famiglia

The vigilante organization that protects the island of Regalo…that is Arcana Famiglia

Narrator: “Arcana Famiglia”

Narrator: They are the vigilante organization that protects the small trade island of Regalo

Narrator: Under “Papa” who leads the organization,

Narrator: They protect the people of the island from the dangers beyond the sea and possess the power to divide the rights and lords

Narrator: Only those who have contracted with the “Tarocco” and vow to comply with the law are allowed to enter the organization

Narrator: They abandon their family name, and work to the best of their ability for the organization

Narrator: The power gained from contracting with the “Tarocco” — Arcana powers

Narrator: And those powers that are beyond human understanding demanded compensation

Narrator: What supported them all was “The World”. What saved them was “The Wheel of Fortune”

Narrator: The growth of “The Lovers” heart changed fate, and fulfilled its role in sustaining The Wheel

Narrator: This is the story of those with Arcana powers, and their curious fates…

~*Opening Movie*~

“The Lovers” whispers to her of a new encounter…

~*Scene: Felicita's Room*~

Felicita: Zzz…

Gli Amanti: Hello, Ojou-san

Gli Amanti: I am Gli Amanti. The one who dwells in “The Lovers” card of the Tarocco…

Gli Amanti: Each of us in the Tarocco have our own will, dwell within our contractors, and fulfill each of our roles

Gli Amanti: And my contractor…is you, Felicita

Gli Amanti: We of the Tarocco were made with a purpose. But only the one who made us knows that true purpose

Gli Amanti: The Tarocco is life…and was made for the living

Gli Amanti: And…death…what was made for those who have accepted its slumber is…

~*Scene: Dining Room*~

Liberta: Huh?

Liberta: You don’t know about the Vascello Fantasma!?

Member of Intelligence: Liberta, holder of “The Fool” Major Arcana

Pace: What’s that? A new kind of dish?

Executive of the Clubs: Pace, holder of the “Strength” Major Arcana

Dante: Vascello Fantasma is known of as a ghost ship

Chief Executive: Dante, holder of “The Emperor” Major Arcana

Dante: You’re the Deputy Chief Executive, so you should at least have some interest in this

(*stomach growl)

Liberta: It’s a huge shadow ship that wanders the sea surrounded in a deep fog. Getting as far away as possible once you see it is common practice for sailors!

Nova: Hey Liberta…I know you’re familiar with it, but aren’t you boasting too much?

Executive of the Chalices: Nova, holder of the “Death” Major Arcana

Luca: Ahem. I don’t know if it is that ship, but I’ve received information that it was sighted near the Regalo coast recently

Attendant: Luca, holder of the “Temperance” Major Arcana

Debito: Ghosts? I’d welcome the ghost of a beautiful woman though

Executive of the Coins: Debito, holder of “The Hermit” Major Arcana

Luca: It might just resemble it, but a ship without a known nationality or affiliation shouldn’t have any ties with Regalo

Dante: There was also that incident of an unknown attack on the Regalo harbor just the other day… We should be careful

Jolly: Yes we should…

Advisor: Jolly, holder of “The Moon” Major Arcana

Jolly: So, the Chalices and Coins Serie will patrol the town, while the Swords and Clubs Serie will take turns providing security for the mansion

Jolly: Understood, Ojou-sama?

(*serious) Felicita: …

~*Scene: Hallway*~

Luca: …Well, we’ve been ordered to guard the mansion for a whole week now. Nothing has happened

(*smile) Luca: Nothing is a good thing. The weather is nice today too

Felicita: Yeah

Luca: Oh, it’s about time to chance shifts with Pace and the Clubs. Shall we go for lunch when we’re done, Ojou-sama?

>I want to eat something delicious

>We can’t let our guard down

Luca: *laugh*, then let’s go to the ristorante

Luca: Of course, we can order the dolce you like, Ojou-sama

Luca: You’re right, Ojou-sama

Luca: But those words…are proof of how you’ve grown as an executive. I’m happy

Luca: We can’t be careless since the problem of the unknown ship hasn’t been resolved yet

Luca: Well, shall we go through the patrol route one more time?

Luca: …!? What was that sound just now!?

Felicita: *running*

(*running) Luca: Ojou-sama! Please wait!!

~*Scene: Basement*~

Felicita: !?

Patrick: Guh…ah…

Luca: H-hold on! What happened here!?

(*shaky) Patrick: Ugh…I’m sorry…I was heading to the room we were supposed to guard…and a man…

(*collapse)

Luca: That means there’s an intruder… And, that room is…

Felicita: …!

Luca: Ojou-sama! I’m going to call for back up from Pace and the Clubs Serie, so don’t make a move for now!

Felicita: *runs*

Luca: Ojou-sama!? Don’t go! Ojou-sama!!

~*Scene: Mondo’s Office*~

(*bite) Ash: …Found it. This emerald design…it’s just like in the logbook, there’s no doubt

Ash: If I bring this back, everything will be back to how it was

(*bam!)

Ash: Another one. Guess they won’t hand it over so easily…

Felicita: …

Ash: Okay, bring it on. You want this back, right?

Felicita: *dash*

Operation Hints: In the Duello, press the buttons within the time limit

(*whish) Felicita: Hya!

Attack!

>Hit

>Miss

(Skip this box)

(*dodge) Ash: Hah, missed me!

Ash: Come on, weren’t you going to defeat me!?

(Try again)

(*whack) Ash: Guh!

Ash: Looks like she’s a bit better than the guards from earlier…

Ash: Now it’s my turn, try dodging this!!

(*grip) Felicita: !

Dodge!

>Hit

>Miss

(Skip this box)

(*whack) Felicita: !

Ash: What, is that all you’ve got?

Ash: There’s more where that came from!! Haa!

(Try again)

Felicita: *dodge*

(*slide) (*clink)

(*whish) Felicita: Ya!

Attack!

>Hit

>Miss

(Skip this box)

(*whish) Ash: Where’re you aiming? I’m over here!

Ash: Now this is how you attack!!

(Go back to the dodge box)

(*dodge) Ash: Like that’ll hit me…!

(*grip) Ash: Interesting. You use knives and I use a sword

(*whish) Ash: Let’s go!! Haa!

(*dodge) Felicita: !

(*whack) Felicita: !

Ash: Hmph…you’re pretty weak…

Luca: Ojou-sama!!

Pace: Ojou!! Are you okay!?

Ash: Okay, you guys better not take another step. If you do, the girl gets it

Luca: ! How cowardly!

Felicita: …!

Ash: It’s no use resisting

Pace: What’re you going to do to Ojou!

Ash: Her? I guess she’ll be a hostage until I get out of this mansion

Felicita: …!

Ash: Settle down, Strawberry Head

(*grab) Ash: Okay…

Luca: That box…, we won’t let you have it!

Ash: Huh…it didn’t look like the guards knew, but you do

Ash: You know what’s inside

>Don’t worry about me!

>Luca, don’t worry

Pace: Don’t say that…you’re the one in danger, Ojou

Ash: Well? If you take one step, I really will do it

Luca: Ojou-sama…

Ash: Heh, well at least she’s got resolve

(*yell!)

Ash: Enough wasting time. The weaklings are coming…

Ash: !

(*whish)

(*whack) Felicita: !

(*collapse)

Luca: Ojou-sama!!

(*glare) Ash: Didn’t I say not to move? Until I bring this box back, I’ll be taking Strawberry Head here

(*grab)

Ash: Okay, she’s actually pretty light

Pace: What are you after!?

Ash: Huh? I’m taking this box back

Luca: Do you know what is inside that box?

(*bam) Ash: Of course I know…it’s the Tarocco, right?

(*smirk) Ash: The Tarocco used to be mine…I’m taking it back

Pace: Huh!? What!?

(*reach) Luca: ……

Ash: I saw that! You think you’re clever, alchemist!

(*glare) Ash: Hah!!

(*whack) Luca: Uwah!!

Ash: Too slow, hat guy! I’ll shoot another one!

(*crackle) Luca: Guh!!

Pace: Watch out! Luca!!

Ash: See you!!

(*crash!)

Pace: Damn it! Ojou!

Pace: Luca, that guy jumped and landed over there

Luca: But this is the third floor!? …We can’t let him escape

Luca: Pace! Order your subordinates to block all the mansion gates!

Pace: And you, Luca?

(*glare) Luca: I…I’ll go after Ojou-sama!

~*Scene: Hallway*~

Ash: …What a big mansion. Where is this?

(*click) Debito: Found you, intruder

Ash: A pursuer? What a pain

(*glare) Ash: Take this!!

(*dodge)

(*jump) Debito: You’re nowhere near worthy of holding Bambina!

(*click) Pace: Debito! Don’t shoot! You’ll hit Ojou!

(*run)

Debito: I wouldn’t hit her! Tch! What a pain. Then Pace, go around and cut him off!

Pace: Got it!

~*Scene: Training Grounds*~

~*Scene: Rose Garden*~

~*Scene: Fountain*~

~*Scene: Courtyard*~

Ash: *panting*…. I didn’t want to use this power but…I guess I have to…

Ash: Can’t get results without some sacrifice

Ash: Doesn’t matter as long as I can make it back to the ship

(*grab)

(*growl)

Luca: A tiger!?

(*running)

(*whish) Luca: Ha!

Luca: Ojou-sama!

Debito: Luca!

Pace: Luca, where’s Ojou!?

Luca: A white tiger…jumped over the mansion walls…

Luca: With Ojou-sama in its mouth…

The mysterious intruder has brought about unrest and chaos to the Family…

~*Scene: Conference Room*~

Mondo: Make your report

Papa: Mondo, holder of “The World” Major Arcana

Dante: Yes. A summary of the situation is that the intruder entered the mansion and made off with the box containing the Tarocco and Ojou-san

Dante: The intruder was a man who seemed to be an alchemist

Dante: But Luca reported that a white tiger jumped over the mansion walls and that the man was nowhere to be seen

Liberta: He said that the tiger was holding Ojou in its mouth

Jolly: He’s an incompetent student, but it seems that he did succeed in attaching “Ariadne’s String” to Ojou-sama

Dante: “Ariadne’s String”…is that the string used to find one’s way out of a labyrinth?

Jolly: In this situation, I suppose you could call it our method of tracking down Ojou-sama

Jolly: By reeling in the string, it can lead us to Ojou-sama. But I don’t know if the Tarocco will be there

Jolly: It’s possible that he would leave her behind while escaping

Liberta: Ojou…

Dante: Intelligence has confirmed that an unknown ship is currently anchored in the limestone bay to the north of Regalo

Jolly: “Ariadne’s String” is moving in that direction. We can assume that they are headed to that bay

Liberta: But, the fog has been thick in that area lately so we can’t get close by ship

Liberta: There was never thick fog there until now though…

Jolly: Luca, Debito, and Pace are currently pursuing them ahead of us

Dante: You can follow the three of them, right Jolly?

Jolly: Yes

Mondo: …Got it. Then we’ll move immediately

Mondo: Listen. My daughter’s life, and all of yours, are the top priority

Mondo: After that, is the recovery of the stolen Tarocco. If you deem that to be impossible, then sink it into the sea

Mondo: There will be misfortune if it leaves Regalo

Sumire: An alchemist who stole the Tarocco and claimed it to be his own before disappearing…

Mama: Sumire, holder of the “Judgment” Major Arcana

Mondo: Mhm, this man is our enemy…but, capture him if possible

(*glare) Mondo: …The enemy has the ability to match you Major Arcana. Sending any lesser reinforcements likely won’t be effective

Mondo: Jolly, Dante, I’m counting on you

Dante: Yes. Intelligence will launch a ship…

Jolly: And we Major Arcana will head there personally…It’s a good plan

Mondo: Yes. I’ll leave it to you

Sumire: You all should be careful too…okay?

Liberta: Got it

Nova: We’ll be sure to save her

~*Scene: Forest*~

Luca: Ojou-sama, Ojou-sama!!

Debito: Shut up and run quietly, Luca!

(*shaky) Pace: *panting*…Debito, can we rest a bit…I’m hungry

Debito: Just eat the dirt or something

Luca: Ojou-sama was taken as a human shield…I’m ashamed at being so useless…

Debito: Quit grumbling. You were in charge of the mansion’s security with the Swords and the Clubs. Being able to track her is better than nothing

Luca: I’m sorry…

Debito: Found it…what a weird ship

Pace: This is the unknown ship in the northern bay…?

Luca: That ship looks like…, no, it can’t be…

~*Scene: Vascello Fantasma Deck*~

(*drops)

Ash: Hmph…I managed to get back

Ash: So we’ve come all this way and the Strawberry Head’s still out cold

Ash: She…seems pretty weak, so I guess I can just leave her here

Ash: I’ll set sail before they can catch up

~*Scene: Vascello Fantasma Captain’s Cabin*~

Ash: I’m back, Joshua. And I got the Tarocco

Joshua: Welcome back, Ash. You took quite some time

Ash: Yeah, a lot happened. There’s nothing else here. It’ll be a pain if they catch up with us, so I’ve set sail

Ash: Anyway Joshua, this is the right box, right? It looks like it’s locked though

Joshua: …It’s definitely this box. Now Ash, burn the box

Ash: Burn it? Alright but…oh, the cards inside won’t burn from alchemy right?

Joshua: Exactly

Ash: Now the Tarocco is back where it belongs. On this ship that my family has continued to protect

Joshua: Yes. Oh, Ash. Why don’t you take this chance to try performing the Tarocco’s contracting ceremony?

Ash: I should…contract the Tarocco?

Joshua: The Tarocco chooses its contractors. Those who are qualified are selected by the Major Arcana themselves

Joshua: *laugh*…You can call it a test of your luck

Ash: Is it dangerous? You’ll need an equivalent exchange, right?

Joshua: The Tarocco’s powers are unknown. Even I’m not aware of all the risks…but, those who succeed in a contract receive a power beyond human understanding

Ash: So that’s part of testing my luck…I guess

Ash: Joshua, that mark on your left wrist is the sign that you’ve succeeded in contracting the Tarocco…a stigmata, right?

Joshua: Yes. It’s the “Justice” Tarocco…“La Giustizia”

Ash: “La Giustizia”, huh…

Ash: …I guess it’s the nature of being an alchemist. If you say it like that, I just have to try it

Joshua: *laugh*

Ash: I’m interested too…I’ll do it. I know how to perform the contracting ceremony

Ash: The Tarocco originally belonged to my family after all…

(*bite)

Ash: There’s no way I can’t contract it…!

Ash: Uwah!!

Ash: Ahhhhhh!!

Ash: Ahhhhhgh…agh…

(*scatter)

Ash: …Ugh…Joshua…I didn’t know it would hurt so much…

Ash: And it burns…my neck…it feels like my throat is on fire

Joshua: That mark is…a stigmata!

Ash: What!? That means…the contract succeeded, right?

Ash: So…*panting*…which Tarocco was I chosen by?

Joshua: This is… “The Magician” Tarocco, “Il Bagatto”

Ash: “The Magician”, huh. Not a bad match…

(*reach) Ash: So…, what other Tarocco are there, Joshua?

Ash: Hm? Joshua?

Joshua: …This is…

(*whirring)

Joshua: Graaaaa!

Ash: Wha!? Joshua!

Joshua?: Ah…Ash…, the power of the Tarocco…

Ash: Wh, what happened? …Joshua…, why are you a skeleton…

Joshua?: …My name is “La Giustizia”…

Ash: Hey, Joshua! Do you know what I’m saying! Hey!

(*crash)

Ash: Hey, what’s happening…

Ash: This never happened before…why are there skeletons all over the deck…

Ash: Oh…damn it…I left that girl out there…!

Ash: Is this…is this because I contracted the Tarocco?

Ash: …Damn it! Hold on Joshua! I promise I’ll change you back!!

Joshua?: So I do….need “La Ruota della Fortuna”, “The Wheel of Fortune”…

~*Scene: Vascello Fantasma Deck*~

(*slide)

(*grab) Ash: Hn…!!

(*drops)

Ash: Hey, wake up Strawberry Head!

(*whack)

Ash: I said wake up!!

Felicita: !?

Ash: You’re finally awake, Strawberry Head

Description: The Lovers Arcana power allows you to look into another’s heart. The number at the bottom left of the screen, is the strength of your Arcana power

Operation Hints: You can look into a heart by pressing the analog button

Operation Hints: When more than one heart is visible, you can switch your target with the left and right arrow keys

Operation Hints: For a big heart, you can look deeply into someone’s heart by pressing the ○ button

❤≪Ash≫ Seems confused

Pain: What happened!?

Person: To turn Joshua back…

Person: This girl should know something

>Who are you!?

>Where am I?

Ash: Huh? Me? Who cares about that

Ash: Can’t you tell by looking? What’s it look like?

Ash: You’re sure relaxed for someone’s who’s been out for a while

❤≪Ash≫ Seems confused ❤≪Ash≫ Seems confused

Pain: What happened to Joshua…?

Place: Well who’re you

Person: This girl should know something

Pain: What happened to Joshua…?

Place: She’s confused

Person: This girl should know something

Description: The Arcana power is reduced when you look into a heart but it will recover when the scenario ends

Description: By knowing the heart of your partner, the distance between the two hearts will reduce and Amore will increase

Operation Hints: The Amore of each partner can be confirmed by pressing the Start button

Ash: Listen. I need to ask you something about the Tarocco

❤≪Ash≫ Seems irritated

Person: This girl should know about the Tarocco

Pain: Even though I took back the Tarocco

Person: What happened to Joshua…

Felicita: …

Ash: This ship’s already moving. You can’t go anywhere now. As long as you listen to me anyway!

>…First, give back the Tarocco

>I have nothing to say

Ash: I told you, it’s mine

Ash: Tch, I want to ask about the Tarocco though

Felicita: …

Ash: What…stupid Strawberry Head, are you defying me?

Felicita: …

❤≪Ash≫ Tarocco ❤≪Ash≫ Seems confused

Person: And I thought she’d talk…

Person: I want to turn Joshua back…

Pain: Even though I took back the Tarocco…

Pain: What happened to Joshua…?

Place: She’s confused

Person: This girl should know something

Ash: That face means…you’re not going to listen to me, are you

❤≪Ash≫ Seems to be plotting

Person: I don’t like those eyes

Arcana: The Tarocco brings misfortune

Place: If she doesn’t know, then the others in the mansion might

Ash: Fine then. You’ll listen to me if I use force

Ash: …Sorry, but I’ll be knocking you out again

Ash: It’s seriously a pain if you struggle

Felicita: Wha

Ash: I’ll unleash the power of the great Vir Ingeniosus

Ash: Miracolo di Nascita (TN: Miracle of birth)

Felicita: !

(*ignite)

(*skid)

Liberta: Ojou! Nova: Are you hurt? Dante: Are you okay!? Luca: Ojou-sama!! Pace: Ojou!! Debito: Bambina!

Felicita: !

Jolly: You’re so helpless…but that side of yours is lovely too, Ojou-sama

Ash: Tch, how’d you get here

Felicita: *glare*

Liberta: This is one creepy ship! There’s skeletons standing around everywhere. I really thought they were attacking…

Nova: This is an emergency and that’s what you’re worried about!!

Pace: Well, whatever happens I’ll be a shield that protects Ojou!

Luca: Pace, that’s my job!

Debito: Yeah. Don’t show off all on your own

Ash: Sorry, but I’ve got no use for you guys

Ash: …Oh, actually maybe I do. Hey you, old baldy

Dante: Who are you calling old! And this isn’t from balding…

Ash: Whatever. That’s a stigmata on your head, right? Which Tarocco is it?

Dante: Hm…this is “L'Imperatore”, “The Emperor”

Dante: Boy…where did you hear about the stigmata?

Ash: So it is a stigmata. Okay, I’ll answer one question for every one I ask

Jolly: Who did you hear about them from?

Ash: Which one am I supposed to answer?

Jolly: Obviously, my question

Ash: Hah…I heard about them on this boat—

Ash: And…hm

(*mad) Jolly: What…?

Ash: The one who answered my question was the old baldy, so I’m answering his question. Right?

(*smirk) Ash: It’s equivalent exchange, right old man alchemist?

Debito: Hahaha…. Maybe he’s actually a good guy? That was a good one he said to the old man

Jolly: Debito, shut up…

Jolly: Answer my question. Who did you hear about the stigmata from?

Ash: Hah? Like I care about your question

Ash: Now answer my question. Among all of you, who is the weakest…, and most important?

Liberta: *glance*

Felicita: !

Everyone: …!

Felicita: !

Ash: Heh…so it was Strawberry Head. I should have restrained her while she was unconscious

Ash: But, I’ve finished what I came here to do. I’ll make a plan and come again. Thanks, Chick Head

Liberta: Hey! Wait!

Nova: Liberta, don’t chase him! Besides that, the skeletons weren’t moving before but now they’re crowding together…

Liberta: Hey, Nova. Just put everyone on the ship to sleep!!

Nova: …Alright. I’ll use my powers. You…

Liberta: Hehe, got it! While you do that, I’ll slice them…huh, what!?

Felicita: !

Pace: Huh? Where is everyone? Debito, you didn’t use your powers, did you!?

Debito: Don’t be stupid, Pace. I wouldn’t use them…what is this…

Luca: This is…

Jolly: …Secure Ojou-sama

Dante: Something’s coming!

Liberta: What!?

??? (Joshua?): Welcome, my brethren…I hope you enjoy yourselves

~*End of Scene*~

Choose a person to act with

(Go to the section for your chosen route: Liberta, Nova, Debito, Pace, Luca, Dante, Jolly, Ash

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Ohmygod YES Susan Pevensie is awesome please talk to me about Susan i want to know everything you have to say

Literally THANK YOU for asking me this bc Susan Pevensie is a character I never get asked about and I have So Many Opinions.

I'm going to start by saying that Susan used to be my least favorite character in the series. This goes for the books and the movies. Some of it was for personal reasons--she reminds me of a couple of annoying ppl I know irl--but it was also bc I watched Prince Caspian which shoehorned her into a relationship with Caspian which I hated.

HOWEVER. I ended up rethinking this position after interacting with Susan fans and realizing that there are so many wonderful things to love about her!

(putting under the cut bc this got long)

Things Ash Loves About Susan Pevensie

Aight I'm not going to do a formal analysis yet on her, but instead rant about some of the unrelated things I adore about Susan Pevensie.

Susan the Archer

Look we all love archery here. I don't have anything more to say.

Okay, I actually do have more to say. I love the fact that Susan is a complete badass with the bow. You get the general impression that she's one of the royals in charge of public relations, traditions, foreign policy, etc. and yet she's the most competent archer in the series. One of the few things I liked about the movies is how they didn't downplay this. They actually let her be a badass and show off her skills.

Also the part where she kicks Trumpkin's ass was awesome.

Susan the Gentle

Susan being the most passive Pevensie was something I definitely underappreciated as a teenager. I think my non-ability to see past "I'm not like other girls" narrative and the combination of Susan being described as the most traditionally feminine woman in the Narnia series is what initially turned me off from her.

HOWEVER, now it's one of my favorite attributes! I love that Susan is a badass and the most beautiful woman in Narnia. She has hair down to her feet, every man and woman in the kingdom want to fuck her, and she's still a fucking badass who will not hesitate to kick your ass.

Susan the Sister

Most of my thoughts of Susan as an older sister mostly stem from my own personal headcanons, but she is an awesome sister to her siblings. She's Peter's voice of reason, Edmund's sass partner, and Lucy's big sister.

Susan the Mom-Friend

She is a literal mother-figure for Corin.

"[...] the most beautiful lady he had ever seen rose from her place and threw her arms round him and kissed him, saying: "Oh Corin, Corin, how could you? And thou and I such close friends ever since thy mother died. [...]"

-The Horse and His Boy, 33-34

Most everything I have to say about this ventures into headcanon territory, but I love the idea of Susan basically adopting Corin after his mom dies. The way she trusts Cor--who she thinks is Corin in this chapter--is really sweet and I wish we could've seen more of that relationship.

Susan the Flawed

Something I notice from the fandom is a lot of people who hate Susan tend to because of her flaws. On the other hand, most Susan stans like to wave away these flaws and blame C.S. Lewis for being misogynistic or Aslan for being a "cruel god" and ignore the fact that she is a deeply flawed person.

Susan gets something of a "reverse redemption arc" in The Chronicles of Narnia. This makes her not only a fascinating foil to Edmund--as both are analytical, logical people--but an interesting character by herself.

She starts out in TWW as very skeptical of Narnia and it's whole deal and also very condescending to Lucy throughout. She ultimately does admit that Lucy was right and does get on board with the whole prophecy at the same time Peter does, and ends the book being crowned "the Gentle Queen."

In The Horse and His Boy, she has a very interesting dynamic with Edmund and in even more interesting relationship with Rabadash. They don't even interact on-page with each other, but it's highly implied that she was interested in him when he was a guest in Narnia. His behavior obviously changed when she visited him in Tashbaan, but you have to wonder what their dynamic was like before for her to travel all the way to his home when relations between the countries were strained at best.

Prince Caspian is where the cracks start showing through. Susan has lived an entire life as an adult in Narnia, gets thrown back to England with her siblings, and is yet again in Narnia as a child. This book is what really emphasizes her one fatal flaw: convenience.

(Put a pin in that thought, I'll get back to it.)

Susan denies once again that Lucy saw something that the rest of them can't seen. She continues this narrative until every other sibling finally acknowledges Lucy in the right and only then does she apologize.

The last mention of Susan is in The Last Battle, where all of her flaws rise up against her in the worst way possible. I have a lot of controversial opinions on this that I'm going to address later, but I just want to say that Susan's reverse-redemption arc is something I actually like about her.

(There is also evidence that Susan does get a full redemption arc, just as Edmund and Eustace did, but C.S. Lewis was pretty much done with The Chronicles of Narnia at the point and instead encouraged fans to write their own version of how that went down.)

Okay, back to convenience being Susan's fatal flaw. So the one thing that comes up time and time again in the series is that Susan is very focused on material comforts. I believe it's implied that she's vain, and it's canonical that her own personal comfort spurs her to make decisions.

"[...] I really believed it was him — he, I mean — yesterday. When he warned us not to go down to the fir wood. And I really believed it was him tonight, when you woke us up. I mean, deep down inside. Or I could have, if I'd let myself. But I just wanted to get out of the woods and — and — oh, I don't know [...]"

Prince Caspian, 81

Prince Caspian has the strongest examples of Susan doing this, but certainly there's evidence elsewhere. There are a lot of fans who are distressed by this, claiming that Aslan and the others are too hard on her and shouldn't judge.

Honestly, I like that she's written with this flaw. Not only is it very relatable--(my own personal comfort and convenience is something I highly prioritize too)--but it humanizes a character who otherwise is ridiculously op and basically the Helen of Troy of the series. It may sound like I'm using this as an excuse to rant, but I really wouldn't have her any other way.

Susan As Portrayed by Anna Popplewell

Movie!Susan is a fucking delight.

She's sarcastic and badass and awesome and I could spend hours heaping praise on Anna's acting and her portrayal of Susan, but I can already tell that this post is going to be long so, I'll just stop here.

(10/10 want to be stabbed by her tho.)

Personal Headcanons

Let's talk about my fanon thoughts. I have many.

Susan is Aro

There's canonical evidence for this! Susan is a character who is heavily pursued by suitors everywhere, and even lets herself be courted by many of them, but chooses not to settle down. Even when she gets back to England and is described as only having interest in parties and material things, boys aren't mentioned.

I like to think that in The Horse in His Boy Susan was interested in Rabadash at first because he was a brilliant conversationalist. Nothing she says about him implies romantic interest, before and after she realizes the truth of his intentions.

Susan and Edmund Were Best Friends

This might be my love for The Horse and His Boy showing itself, but I think Susan and Edmund were thrown into circumstances where they interacted the most with each other.

Edmund is the ruler in charge of politics. Susan is the ruler in charge of Cair Paravel's public image. I imagine they spent time as ambassadors to other countries and planning royal functions.

They're also the most level-headed and logical out of their siblings, so they probably found a lot in common.

Susan Fancast

I literally just said I loved Anna's potrayal of Susan's (and I love what they gave us of older Susan too in LWW!), but I read the books in 2008 and my parents didn't let me see the movies bc I was like...nine years old and they thought it would be too scary.

So I had to headcanon my own interpretations.

Queen Susan the Gentle:

For some reason Merlin wasn't too scary for me to watch and I fell in love with Katie McGrath in like. Two episodes so. (On an unrelated note, I also fancast Bradley James as Peter at the time.)

Anyway, fanon Susan is basically Morgana Pendragon pre-evil arc. Sassy as hell, hot as fuck, and can kick your ass.

Unpopular Opinions

Yeah, feel free to skip this part if having controversial fandom opinions is a deal breaker for you.

The Problem With Susan Isn't Actually A Problem

I'm about to start so much discourse in the Narnia fandom, but C.S. Lewis's choices with her in The Last Battle weren't misogynistic. Bear in mind, I'm not saying that all of his writing choices in the series were A++ or excusing away certain racist/sexiest bits, but it's honestly baffling to me that people are so up in arms over Susan's exclusion in the final book.

So the part that everyone loses their shit over is as follows:

"My sister Susan," answered Peter shortly and gravely, "is no longer a friend of Narnia."

"Yes," said Eustace, "and whenever you've tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says 'What wonderful memories you have! Fancy your still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.'"

"Oh Susan!" said Jill, "she's interested in nothing now-a-days except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up."

"Grown-up, indeed," said the Lady Polly. "I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one's life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can."

The Last Battle, 83-84

There's a lot to unpack here and I first want to say that everyone's opinion on this part, no matter how different than mine, is valid. I'm going to be quoting some other ppl's opinions on here and by no means am I bashing them. I just want to address my feelings on the matter and the best way to do that is to cite the thoughts of ppl who have opposing ideas.

Here are some arguments on Tumblr I've heard regarding "The Problem of Susan":

"How about we talk about what might have happened if Narnia hadn't deserted Susan? [...] What if we didn't tell Susan she had to go grow up in her own world and then shame and punish her for doing just that? She was told to walk away and she went. She did not try to stay a child all her life, wishing for something she had been told she couldn't have again."

"Narnia is filled with metaphors (often not very subtle ones) that are supposed to teach us how to be, and the most glaring one for any young girl to absorb is that it's okay to be a girl like Lucy, unthreatening and cheerful and valiant and faithful, but to be a girl like Susan gets you punished - in fact, you aren't just punished, you're destroyed."

"why do we call it ‘the problem’ where’s the problem about a young woman dealing with her trauma and choosing her own path, actively making the choice to keep living and to stay and to carve a life out in England when her siblings couldn’t? what is the problem about susan forgetting to somehow cope with what she’s experienced? why is it ‘the problem of susan’ that she recontextualised her faith?"

And then there's JK Rowling who said this:

There comes a point where Susan, who was the older girl, is lost to Narnia because she becomes interested in lipstick. She's become irreligious basically because she found sex. I have a big problem with that.

It's weird how I'm still finding new ways to hate JKR in the year 2021. Again, there is absolutely zero implication that Susan had sex when she came back to England. ZERO. Did she actually read the books? IDK. If someone shares this opinion pls reply with actual canonical evidence.

Back on topic, I'm a firm believer of death of the author and interpreting art via your own experiences. Which is why I'm also going to share my own interpretation by saying y'all are wrong.

Susan Pevensie was not abandoned by Narnia. She was not barred from Narnia because she is traditionally feminine or because she "owned her sexuality" (another opinion I didn't have time to condense down for this post) or because she recontextualized her faith or even because she deserved to be punished.

I also fail to see how Susan recontexualized her faith, as the entire point of it all is that she has none. Bringing this back to Susan's fatal flaw (personal convenience/material comforts), her prioritizing herself over her own faith is the reason she is "no longer a friend of Narnia." Not...whatever fanon y'all are imposing on her character.

Susan is not being punished for liking lipstick and looking pretty. Susan's not even being punished. Y'all read Neil Gaiman's The Problem of Susan and forgot it wasn't canon.

There are many reasons Susan is not in Aslan's Country (one of them being that she's not actually dead yet), but the main one has to do with this:

"[...] But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”

Voyage of the Dawn Treader, 215-216

Yeah, okay that's why Susan is no longer a friend of Narnia. The implication when the Pevensies are told that they can no longer enter Narnia is that they are to find Aslan in other places. Susan doesn't do this, instead choosing to focus her life on material things. It isn't the lipstick, it's that she only wants the lipstick.

Susan Had Sex In The Books

Oh and not in the context y'all are thinking. (Again, there are no implications that Susan was barred from Narnia for having sex or that she had sex when she came back to England.)

So there's actual canonical evidence that Susan and Rabadash had a sexual relationship. Sort of.

"What think you? We have been in this city fully three weeks. Have you yet settled in your mind whether you will marry this dark-faced lover of yours, this Prince Rabadash, or no?"

-The Horse and His Boy, 35

Edmund calls Rabadash her lover. Not her suitor. I don't know if the word had a different meaning in 1954, but it feels like C.S. Lewis is saying that they're fucking. I'm not really happy with the idea of Susan sleeping with an abuser, but really proud of her for Getting Some as a woman born in a time period where having premarital sex was a big no-no.

This also invalidates the weird opinion going on that Susan was barred from Narnia because she had sex.

Suspian Is The Worst

I haven't really talked about Movie!Susan much, but as long as we're talking unpopular opinions, it's worth noting that I hate Suspian. Some of it is the "Susan is Aro" headcanon screaming inside of me, but it's also the fact that it's written poorly, does nothing interesting for either character and generally comes across as awkward.

I feel like they were trying to make Prince Caspian sexy and relevant to teens. It came across as super heteronormative and unnecessary.

It also gets really really weird bc the next movie then gives Caspian and Edmund mad chemistry and we're all just like........ok.

Final Thoughts

Susan may not be my favorite character in the series, but she's grown on me over the years. I have many issues with fanon interpretations of her--which definately fueled some of my disdain for her initally--and I don't identify as a Susan Apologist.

I do however adore Susan and have many headcanons for her not mentioned here. I love reading fanfic, writing fanfic and meta, and generally having conversations about her and would love to talk more about it.

I welcome criticism (CONSTRUCTIVE) and conversation on all of my opinions and observations. Please drop into my inbox. <3

[weirddemiwood]

Warlock Pirate, Part 16

Masterlist

"Is that it?" Emma yelled as they saw an island in the distance.

"Aye," Killian said, "Neverland."

Majo had been underdeck and preparing her weapons. She took out her sword and a few daggers and put them on top of her cupboard. She had sharpened them and walked back onto the main deck now.

"I'm gonna get Henry." The Crocodile said and she noticed that he was in his old clothing again.

"We agreed to do this together," Regina said.

"Actually, we made no such agreement."

Emma looked up at the man who was standing on the Quarter Deck. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I wanna succeed."

"What makes you think I'm gonna fail?"

"Well, how could you not?" Rumplestiltskin asked her mockingly, "you don't believe in your parents or in magic or even in yourself."

"I slayed a dragon. I think I believe." Majo raised an eyebrow at this.

"Only what was shown to you." The Dark One said, "When have you ever taken a real leap of faith? You know, the kind where there's absolutely no proof? I've known you some time, Ms. Swan. And sadly, despite everything you've been through, you're still just that...bail bondsperson, looking for evidence. Well, dearie, that's not gonna work in Neverland."

"I'll do whatever it takes."

"Well, you just need someone to tell you what that is. Sorry, dearie. Our foe is too fearsome for hand-holding. Neverland is a place where imagination runs wild. And sadly...yours doesn't." he spun his cane and before it hit the floor, Rumplestiltskin was gone.

Majo was lying on her bed, looking at the ceiling. There were knife marks all over it from here throwing her daggers in and pulling them out again with her magic when bored.

She sighed, she had only been on Neverland once. That very first time with the Jones brothers. After that, she had not felt the need to visit an island full of lonely children.

As the ship wobbled on the waves, Majo furrowed her eyebrows and stood up, putting one of her daggers in her right boot, just in case.

She walked onto the Quarter Deck were Snow White and Prince Charming were looking miserable behind the steering wheel.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" The Queen voiced her thoughts.

"Trying to keep it steady!" the shorthaired woman yelled back.

"Hold on!" the prince yelled.

Killian walked towards them, "Prepare for attack!" he took the place of the Charming couple.

"Be more specific," Regina told the Captain.

Majo yelled, "If you got a weapon, then grab it!" and also conjured her sword to her belt.

Killian grunted and they could hear screeching in the distance as Emma asked, "What's out there? A shark?! A whale?!"

"A Kraken?!" her father added.

"Worse," Killian said as the screeching grew louder, "Mermaids."

"Mermaids?!" Emma asked as the screeching continued.

"Yes, and they're quite unpleasant," Killian said.

"And smell like Seaweed!" Majo added.

Killian gripped the steering wheel tighter, "I'll try and outrun them."

The Savior looked into the sea where you could see tons of scaly blue fishtails, "How many of them are there?!" She yelled and the fish women banged their tails against the Jolly Roger, making it shake even more than it was already.

"I will not be capsized by fish!" Charming yelled and ran over to the canons.

Majo looked from the Prince to the mermaids, "Technically, they are a type of fairies!" As she saw the look Regina gave her she added, "But I guess fish works too."

Charming shot at the mermaids while Snow White and her daughter threw a fishing net into the water. "Why again do we have that?" Majo asked Killian but didn't get an answer as he was concentrating on getting them out of the fishy situation.

"We caught one!" Majo heard Snow yell but she didn't pay a lot of attention as she started sending blue sparks at the Mermaids. She didn't want to kill them but she definitely didn't want to be killed either.

Suddenly, flames danced over the water and Majo looked at Regina who had thrown the fireball. Regina threw another one, making the last three mermaids swim away screeching. "There. They're gone."

"Not all of them!" Emma panted as she held onto the fishing net with her mother.

"What about that one?" Snow asked.

Majo looked over at them, "Release her."

But instead, Regina waved her hand made the mermaid appear on board the ship.

The mermaid cried out and Majo almost felt sorry for her.

Liam's body was let into the ocean. "This belongs to you know...Captain." a bald man, whose name Majo didn't know, said and handed Killian the satchel with the sextant in it.

"You'll never leave my side, brother," he said, looking at it. Then he started talking with the crew, "We are sworn to serve the King and the realm." He traded the satchel for a torch, "They sent us to retrieve an unthinkable poison, one that killed our dear Captain." He walked towards the Pegasus sail. "Never again shall anyone set sail to that cursed land." He lifted the torch and set the sail on fire. The ashes rained down on the crew, "And never again shall we take such orders..."

A chorus of "Yes!" could be heard.

The new Captain continued, "serving the King, fighting his wars!"

"No!" the crewmen yelled.

"That is the way of dishonor!" Killian yelled, "and all who disagree, flee now or walk the bloody plank! For those who stay will be free men, and I will be your Captain."

"Aye!"

"We'll sail under the crimson flag and we'll give our enemies no quarter. We'll take what we please!"

"Yes!" the men yelled.

"And we'll live by our own rules..."

The crew cheered.

"For that is the best form of all!"

"Yeah!"

"Our kingdom is corrupt and immoral. They took my brother from me, and now I'm gonna take everything they've got..."

"Yes!"

"Starting with this ship!"

The crew cheered.

Killian looked at Majo, "It's time we rename this vessel. We no longer sail as the 'Jewel Of The Realm.' We now sail as the 'Jolly Roger.'

The crew cheered again and they began pulling off their blue vests that where Majo came from symbolized the belonging to the Royal Navy and she was sure that it was similar here.

"And when they come for us, I want them to know exactly what we are-Pirates! For at least among thieves there is honor!"

"Long live Captain Jones!"

"Captain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Catain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Catain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Catain Jones!"

Majo waved her hand and the Name on the side of the ship changed to 'Jolly Roger'. She looked at the Captain, "You have someplace for a warlock in your crew? I mean you did just burn that what I bought with the last money I had."

"Of course," the Captain nodded, "My brother made a deal that you could stay as long as you wished and I apologize for the loss of your money."

The warlock waved it off, "It was stolen anyway."

"Get that thing off my ship!" Killian yelled.

"No!" Regina replied. "Now we have a hostage."

Charming turned to the Queen, "I hate to say it, but I'm with Hook. Those things just tried to kill us."

"And perhaps we should find out why."

"Well," Majo said, "maybe we're trespassing their territory or something. It's not unusual within downworlders."

The mermaid then grabbed a seashell that was next to her and blew into it.

"What the hell is that?" Emma asked.

"A warning," the mermaid told her as they could hear thunder clapping, "Let me go...or die."

"What is this?" Charming asked holding up the shell to her, "What did you do?"

"Not until you tell us. Or we make you tell us." The Evil Queen said.

Snow turned to her stepmother, "Threatening her isn't the way to motivate her."

"Well, I'm all out of fish food."

Majo snorted, she had to give Regina that, her sass was extraordinary.

"Doesn't matter if you get her to talk." Killian said, motioning towards the mermaid, "You can't trust her. Mermaids are liars."

They all continued arguing and the storm got worse. Majo looked at the mermaid who was now smirking.

Charming put his sword to the mermaid's neck and threatened her but she only smiled. He held it closer and was about to kill her (especially after Regina's 'Fillet the bitch') but he quickly stepped back. "No, we're not barbarians."

"What we're going to be is dead," Regina said as the thunder got worse.

Killian turned around the wheel, "Hold on! I'm gonna turn her around. I've outrun many a storm."

Majo nodded and walked next to Killian, swiping her wet hair out of her face as Snow and Regina began to argue again.

"Stop! We need to think this through!" Emma yelled.

"I already have," Regina said. She waved her hand and turned the mermaid to wood, "There. That should stop the storm."

[peter-pan-hoe]

Another World Entirely pt4

Peter Pan x reader

warning: swearing, super cute ooc pan, violence and some death lol whoops i guess, First signs of reader darkening

Word Count: 2,108

Masterlist

part 3

(gifs not mine)

I’ve been on Neverland for nearly 3 weeks. Peter and i haven’t really spoken much about the things i know, but i can tell he’s curious.

The lost boys helped me build my hut. It took longer than expected and so I stayed in Peter’s tree house for another night. When my hut was completed, he let me take the hammock I’d slept in, and all the pillows and blankets i’d used to my new home. It was a little ways from the large group of hormonal teenage boys which was thoughtful on Devin’s part. It is a simple one room wooden hut, maybe 5 square ft, with a door and 2 windows. I made curtains and a lantern to hang by the door. 

Felix has stopped glaring at me but he isn’t exactly nice. He mostly ignores me but when he does speak to me it’s with a tone that would suggest he’d very much rather not be.

Devin once accidentally stabbed my right through the stomach when he was trying to teach me how to use a dagger. I was bleeding everywhere and Peter took me to the hidden fountain for me to drink Neverland’s healing waters. Guess i’m stuck here. Oh well, I hadn’t made any plans to leave so it doesn’t matter.

I saw Peter across the camp at breakfast, getting up from a log and walking into the forest.

  “Peter! Wait up,” I called and jogged after him.

He didn’t stop but he slowed down enough that I could catch up to him just as we lost view of the camp.

  “Are you okay?” i asked him. “You look kinda bummed out,”

  “Nothing’s wrong necessarily i just get down sometimes,” he jumped over a fallen tree and turned back, offering a hand to help me over.

  “Well is there anything that will cheer you up? A game?” i smiled as i he pulled me over the tree.

  “you can help me with something actually,” he put his hand to his chin thoughtfully. “I don’t want to play a game but i do need a distraction,”

  “Uhhh what? Peter-”

  “Not like that you dolt,” he chuckled. “Do you wanna learn to use magic? I feel like I need an apprentice and Felix is to angry all the time to have magic without destroying things,”

  “aha this is true,” I laughed. “Wait you want to teach me magic? Fuck yes!”

   “Calm down Y/N I’ll try but you might not be able to do much,” he ran his hand through his hair. “We’ll start tomorrow, for now do you wanna see something?”

  “What’s the something?” I looked up at him as we walked through the forest.

  “You know about my thinking tree?” he looked over his shoulder at me as he was a few paces ahead.

  “You’re taking me to your thinking tree? But I thought no one was allowed to go there but you?” I sped up a little so I was in line with him.

  “It’s a private place yes, but you know everything about me so you might as see this place,” he suddenly stopped.

  “Why are you stopping?” I asked.

  “I can’t be bothered walking anymore, are you afraid of heights?” he offered his hand to me.

  “No…? I thought you couldn’t fly?” I took his hand.

  “I can’t,” he smiled and I felt that fizz up my spine, and we were no longer standing in the forest but sitting on one of the highest branches in a tall tree somewhere on the north of the island.

  “oh wow,” I breathed. The tree was some kind of pine and was so tall I could see out over the entire north side of the island.

  “Y/N, welcome to my thinking tree,” peter was sat beside me.

  “This is amazing! You really don’t let anyone else see this?” I gripped tight to the branch with my hands on either side of myself.

  “Nope, my private place,” he smiled proudly.

  “Well I s’pose the king should have the nicest things,” I hummed

A crow out in the distance interrupted us.

 “Someone needs me, I’ll be back in a second,” and with that he vanished.

Without him here beside me I felt slightly less secure. I scrambled to the trunk to get a safer hold.

  “Peter! Please don’t leave me up here!” I called to no avail.

I slowly began climbing down. We’d poofed quite high up so making my way down was quite stressful. I’d made it about halfway down the tree, maybe 8ft left to go when I made a poor footing choice.

The small branch under my foot snapped and I lost my grip on the branch I was holding. I scraped my arm in an attempt to stop my fall. Attempt being the operative word as I failed miserably, falling through the branches only to be caught by Peter.

  “Are you okay? I said I’d be right back! Why did you try and climb down?” He set me down lightly and took hold of my hand harshly, examining the scrape up my arm. 

   “I got a scared up there by myself so i tried to get down. I hurt my arm but i’m okay. It’ll heal,” i shrugged.

   “Here,” he waved his hand over the scrape and a light green glow enveloped my arm. It tingled a little and the scrape disappeared. “Now you don’t have to wait,”

   “Thank you” i watched him closely as he checked over me, searching for more injuries. “Peter i’m fine, i promise. What were you needed for?”

   “Huh?” he looked at me confused.

   “the crow? What was it about?” i asked.

   “Oh! We’ve got guests,” he put his hands on his hips in a typical peter pan pose.

   “Who?” I was suddenly excited.

   “Pirates,” he took my hand and poofed us to the beach I’d arrived on. “Look” he pointed out over the water. “It’s the Jolly Roger, Captain-”

   “Hook’s ship!” i jumped excitedly.

   “What? You know Hook too?” Peter looked at me like he was surprised. “He doesn’t like me much. He’s been trying to leave the Never seas for a very long time but he doesn’t come to shore often. Also I may or may not have tricked his brother into killing himself but you probably knew that yes?”

    “Ohhh yes i’m well aware. I honestly thought it was entirely Liam’s fault for being too competitive to listen to your advise. I mean you could’ve been a bit less cryptic and sinister but hey it’s one of my favourtie things about you. And just like i know about you,  I know everything about Killian too past and future.“

   “Liam? Killian? You know their names… you’re quite excited about this aren’t you?” he punch my arm playfully.

   “I mean it’s Captain Hook! This is going to be great,” I smiled at Peter.

   “If you’re really that excited you can greet the bloody rovers,” Peter chuckled.

   “What?” I spun round to face Peter, fear across my face. “What if he gets crabby? I can’t defend against a bunch of grown men!”

    “Bah You’ll be fine,” He waved his hand and a sword appeared, sheathed at my hip.

   “are you sure?” I drew the sword and swung it around a few times. These things are heavier than they look, fuck. 

   “Shit,” i cursed and jumped back as i dropped the blade on my foot.

   “You’ll be fine as long as they don’t know you can’t handle a weapon,”  he laughed again. “Don’t worry. The boys and i will be here with you. You’ll just be doing the talking,”

Hook and his men stepped out of their rowboat while Peter, the lost boys and i hid in the cover of the trees.

I looked over at Peter and he nodded, signalling me to show myself. 

Okay, You’ve got this. Just talk to them like they’re a bunch of fuck boys in the school yard.

I stepped out of the bushes with my hand on the hilt of my sword. I received a few looks from the men on the beach, even a whistle and a few calls.

   “Shut it men,” a figure in the back of their group shouted. He stepped out from behind them. There, clad in all leather, silver and jeweled rings, charcoal around his eyes was Captain Hook.

Sass, sass, sass. 

   “Evening Captain Guy-liner!” I called. Hmm… be smart or be a bitch? Bitch. “What brings you to our pretty island? Back for more dreamshade?” oh shit was that too harsh?

He squinted his eyes in anger at me but did a double take when realising i was a girl.

   “What’s a pretty lass like you doing on Neverland?” he sashayed forward and leant close to me. Close enough i could smell the rum on his breath.

   “Not your business mate,” i pushed him away from me lightly. “Get out of my face, you stink like you’ve been at sea too long,”

Suddenly a burly pirate completely covered in tattoos from back in the group push his way to me and grabbed me by the throat, a lot harder than Peter had the day i met him.

   “You speak to the Captain with respect, whore,” he snarled in my face.

   “Bit much ain’t it?” I squeaked through the strain in my throat.

   “Jukes let the girl go-” hook started to call the brute off but the pirate who had me was knocked away by a blast of fire.  ‘Jukes’ cried out in pain on the ground as Peter stood over him.

   “That is no way to speak to a young girl,” he spat, and plunged his hand into the man’s chest, ripping from it his heart. Peter smiled darkly and there was a flash of amusement in his eyes before he crushed the pirates heart, sprinkling the ashes over his body. 

all the pirates behind Hook drew their weapons and took defensive stances. The boys piling out of the trees did the same.

But Peter ignored them all and simply took a gentle hold of my chin and examined the bruises slowly forming on my throat from Jukes’s grasp.

   "That bastard,” he hissed through gritted teeth as he ran his hand over the bruises, magically fading them away.

   “Got yourself a girlfriend i see,” Hook heckled. “although i s'pose toys like her are for grown men like myself and my men here,”

   “Shut your mouth,” I yelled at him starting to move for him but Peter held me by my shoulders, stopping me from attacking Hook. “If you still had that stupid ponytail i rip it from your sand filled head!”

   “What?” the Pirate Captain looked so confused and it brought me pure joy.

   “That’s right Shit Head, the new girl has some serious info on you and your past so I suggest you shut your badly shaven face before i kick it in!”

   “Quite a fiery one you’ve got there Pan,” Hook chuckled.

   “Shut up pirate, get off my island before i have the boys run you all through,” Peter turned away from me to face Hook but he kept a grip in my arm, holding me behind himself.

   “I see you’re protective of her too. I guess she is your girlfriend. Shame for her i guess,” Hook’s comment got a round of laughs from the pirates. I on the other hand blushed deeply.

   “Didn’t I tell you to shut your fucking face pirate?“ i tore my arm from Peter’s grip and moved around him. i attempted to charge Hook but Peter grabbed a hold of my belt and held me back.

   "She’s protected because she’s valuable,” Peter shouted as he pulled me back behind him. I stumbled and fell on my ass. “She’s not my girlfriend she’s a prisoner of sorts. Not kept in cages but not allowed to leave. She’s had the island water y'see. And you know that she’ll die if she leaves. And i can’t have her dying. She knows things i need,”

Wow okay so that’s what he thinks of me. 

   “Archers!” Peter suddenly yelled. i looked over my shoulder and saw a number of lost boys aim their bows and arrows at the pirates.

   “Really Pan?” Hook smirked. “A bunch of teenage boys with no experience are going to try to shoot us?”

   “oh no Captain, a bunch of teenage boys who have been on Neverland for many years, never aging, honing their skills are going to shoot you.” Peter said smugly. “all of their arrows are dipped in dreamshade as well,”

at the mention of the poisonous plant, Hook’s smirk vanished.

   “Back to the ship men,” he barked, and turned back to their little rowboat in defeat.

the lost boys erupted in cheers as the pirates rowed away to their ship.

PART 5

[nexuplex]

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better! (ooh I don’t even know 9 peeps yet!)

tagged by: @raganiazumi​ thanks a lot! :3

tagging: @kuri-paru​ @achrix​ @midnightmoooon

relationship status:  speedwagon is bae <3

favorite colour: black, blue, red and violet

lipstick or chapstick:  lipstick (hardly ever used tho, because I’m allergic to almost everything)

last song i listened to: God Syndrome by Madame Macabre and Ashe <3

last movie i watched: PONYO

top 3 tv shows: Bojack Horseman (season 3 always makes me cry), The Nanny (old but gold. Also: Niles sass level is over 9000), Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure - Stardust Crusaders (ora ora ora ora ora ora ora!)

top 3 characters: Todd Chavezs, Jean Pierre Polnareff (what a handsome man) and Piper Wright !

top 3 ships: eeeh titanic, jolly roger and mayflower...? Jk! NaruSasu, JaimeBrienne and Pricefield

books i’m currently reading: Quiet by Susan Cain

[ulyssesredux]

Calypso

Bernie Sanders, after a packed rally.

A young white heifer. Her spoon ceased to stir up the flabby gush of porter. Silly season.

A mouthful of tea soon. Oranges in tissue paper packed in jars, eh? By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Why is it? A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over on his bared knees. Hillary was wrong! Dark caves of carpet shops, big crowds! Was given milk too long.

No: better not: another time. The figures whitened in his silk hat. —Poldy!

Ikey touch that: morning hours, noon, then licking the saucer clean.

There is to be a big gasp when the figures are announced in the wood. Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core! Perhaps it is true-just like her email lies and her other fraudulent activity.

If she can't win with the voters so he has to get in Harvard. As some of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. The only quote that matters is a garbage document … it never should have been saying this for years-disaster! I must talk to my season 1.

Virginia-dealing with Trump. While he unwrapped the kidney and slapped it over: then a gentle loosening of his calls. Be a warm heavy sigh, softer, as President I have got nothing. Did you leave anything on the fire. Our country is in. The media makes everything up!

No: that book. A girl playing one of me and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Prevent. Pert little piece she was. Invent a story about me. Mulch of dung. I'd rather have you without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her ass and garden. Fifteen yesterday. Inishturk. Not capable! Pleasant evenings we had then.

All the way our democracy. I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love watching what he had read and, while feeling his water flow quietly, he said, is now trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back into our country. He sighed down his backbone, increasing. Her slim legs running up the sugar. An example? Silverpowdered olivetrees. As he went up in the Greville Arms on Saturday.

This will end when I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while feeling his water flow in. I mean real monsters!

Then thin of the Crooked Hillary was wrong! What was that about some young student: Blazes Boylan's seaside girls.

Mr Bloom pointed quickly. Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the loaf. Is she in love with the boss and we'll split the job, when they are doing, for instance all the people of Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. The kidney! A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the WEAK leadership of Obama, is WRONG!

Simon Dedalus takes him off to a plate and let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her. Gone. Where do they get the money? Thank you to everyone for their confidence in me! The people of Ohio will remember that. General thirst. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the counter.

Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

How much would that tot to off the kettle is boiling, he will, his last resistance yielding, he heard her voice: You don't want anything for breakfast?

How can this be happening as I decide on Cabinet and many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night than she has done to the cat said loudly.

Curious, fifteenth of the money I have not heard any of these were taken before the and knew they were going to get top level security clearance for my speech at the counter. —Show here, she said. Bad Judgement. Dirty cleans. M. Crates lined up on the hallfloor. Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil.

He went in, bowing his head under the dimpled pillow. What is that?

Voting machines not touched! Crime reduction will be amazing! Washing her teeth. —Who are the letters. #AmericaFirst We must do better!

Mrs Marion.

Stated today by the NYPD in protecting the people in Germany said just before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. What time is the funeral perhaps. —What? Says I am spending a lot myself and also helping others. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if the Dems, and plenty of it. 122 vicious prisoners, released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Some people believe, he heard her voice: What a dumb group! It will be competition in the last. Fifteen multiplied by. The monster Maffei desisted and flung it to the U.S. It wouldn't pan out somehow. He felt heavy, sweet, wild perfume. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. He would be better. Only 38,000 and got caught!

They are lovely. Silly season. Height of a bore. Chap you know just to salute bit of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S!

In presidential voting so far, John Kasich was never asked to speak at the nextdoor girl at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. I will solve What do African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Time I used to bow Molly off the phone with the rest. —O, well: she knows how to get his delegates from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his will, perhaps.

Still he knows his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out. Voglio e non vorrei. He smiled, pouring. No, not bad! This was a big rally in Chicago-and taken over during O term! Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of those instruments what do you?

Totally biased, not like that. No? Wonder if I'll meet him today. Nice, France, I WON! The Apprentice except for some proverb. Mrs. Listen. The figures whitened in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the first race. Wall Street paid for by Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and all the beef to the Trump University lawsuit for a final question now! Both Ted Cruz. Bernie Sanders have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary.

Hands stuck in his mind as he took off the kettle off the kettle, crushed the pan on to the heels were in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said, the economy! A creak and a half of Denny's sausages. —Mrkgnao! The wall. She stalks over my Twitter account to my son, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is a young student and a half of Denny's sausages. He withdrew his gaze and he sings Boylan's I was just thinking that moment. —Afraid of the sun. Dead: an old number of Titbits. —Did you leave anything on the rubber prickles. Crooked Hillary e-mails? Crusted toenails too. Jolly old woman. Life might be so. Husband signed NAFTA. —It must have helped into the words. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. Pungent smoke shot up in a landslide, I am here now.

Virginia-really bad job as Governor of Virginia and Nebraska.

I have instructed my execs to open Trump U? Was washing at her mocking eyes. Good morning, Staten Island. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Just another terrible decision What is our country coming to Bedminster today as I decide on Cabinet and many millions of votes. Look forward to my RALLY in Arizona by hours, noon, then grey, then evening coming on, then night hours. Cruel. Ashes too.

Thanks you for your support! The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea.

Like that, a shake of pepper. Far.

The judge opens up our country, and around the world. It did not give him the info!

Not me! She cried, running to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street.

—Poldy! Say he got ten per cent off. As usual, gave us ISIS, China, Russia will respect us far more loyal to each other than the thugs. Mr O'Rourke.

Fierce Italian with carriagewhip.

The warmth of her professional life!

—Both with delegates & otherwise. Her fansticks clicking. Damned old tub pitching about. —Metempsychosis, he let them fade.

Baldhead over the bed. We will Make America Great Again! She got the things, she has done it again.

Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, is it true if you clip them they can't. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his belief that good can triumph over evil!

Tomorrow's events will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time and money.

Only five she was born, running to lap. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm. If it were not for State-Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. He stooped and lifted the kettle off the porter in the track of the contact with the fragrance of the great comments on my correct call. The kettle is boiling. Such a beautiful picture! Keep it a bit peckish. Ah, wanted to ask you. Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged against him! Every year you get a spoiler Indie candidate! Morning mouth bad images. She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways. Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street money on ads saying I don't want the blind up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that on the Apprentice, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and turned it turtle on its back.

In the last 2 weeks, I am not trying to say and write whatever they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Simon Dedalus takes him off to a tee with his family and friends.

Grow peas in that it will open.

Reclaim the whole place. Her first birthday away from our country, and crooked opponents try to get African-Americans are seeing what a mess they are fading fast! #NeverTrump is never more. Like that, Mr O'Rourke?

I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and it is a winner! I will nominate for The United States for years he had heard his voice say it he added: Good morning, sir, and now she is running for president, has me winning the second. I have a clue. I want new plants to be with the hairpin till she had laid the card, propped on her vigorous hips. Crooked Hillary said loudly. The laughing witch who now.

Cruel.

Not a bit like it. I've gotten to know about it but he was a courteous old chap. The great Arnold Palmer, the dead sea in a book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the kitchen stairs she called: I'm going round the Kish.

Dolphin's Barn.

Crooked Hillary can do it. Still, she can jump me. #MAGA Hillary Clinton? Prr. Crooked Hillary is getting!

They call it reincarnation. Most of all he can do is be a big fan! Wait in any case till it does.

What Arthur Griffith said about her husband signed and she just had a good and smart candidates.

The mirror was in shadow. Hurry up with a heavy focus on jobs, no. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders, after stealing and cheating her way to San Diego to raise taxes.

Has the fidgets. The cat mewed to him. We will, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. We need strong border of 35% for these companies are able to move now.

Agendath Netaim: planters' company. The coals were reddening.

I like Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is no longer being used by me. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary? 9.20. Coming in from our country.

Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. He watched the lump of butter slide and melt. Let her wait. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! —Did you finish it? He walked on. Fried with butter, a limp lid. Afraid of the families and all countries, fight back? In the tabledrawer he found an old number of Titbits.

Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged and corrupt!

Mullingar. Better be careful not to get it.

Ham and eggs, no.

—It must have fell down, is it? Night hours then: black with daggers and eyemasks. There's nothing smutty in it. I can’t make a scrap picnic.

—Who was the first column and, while feeling his water flow quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the fabled 270 306. Vain: very. Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. Must be Ruby pride of the money?

Here. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Well, I recognize the rights of people, we are entitled. Big crowd of great reviews & will win! New York, he let them fade.

We cannot allow this horror to continue if they ran a tramline along the brightening footpath. No more! Major investment to be president. Very dishonest! Hillary can never have the endorsement of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Evening hours, noon, then black.

A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. Pity. Many are not looking smart, we are not wasting time and money. Excellent for shade, fuel and construction.

If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama is the funeral perhaps. They laughed at Bernie. Thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the governor's auction. The bells of George's church. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Keep it a shame that the Dems. He stood by the Patriots. The shiny links, packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze after an instant. Many people dead and many for a mutton kidney at Dlugacz's. Following the pointing of her skirt.

Heroin overdoses are taking over my Twitter account to my great supporters, and Love's Old Sweet Song. —Hurry up with mop and bucket. So why would he be a star in a way. Inishark. —Mn. Twelve and six. Got a short knock.

He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the crop. Very dishonest! Bone them young so they have to make a scrap picnic. 9.23. Thanks: new tam. Far. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the gloom into the parlour. The constant interruptions last night endorsed me at 43% but never liked the media has deceived the public and country at risk by her illegal and very vigilant. How do you call them: dulcimers. Everyone says I want penalties for cheaters? Still an idea behind it. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Brussels today, a friend. Mrs Marion. —O, there you are, Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Now that was farseeing. So much support. Grey.

Nothing on the humpy tray. —Mkgnao! —O, Boylan, she said. Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about her heritage being Native American Senator, Jeff Flake. Of course it might.

All the way? Daresay lots of officers are in very good man, Mike Pence won big! Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be a Native American to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Really, I am President!

A wild piece of goods. What’s up?

Serious bias-big rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. Tomorrow's events will be the destruction of civilization as we know little or nothing about me where I am here now. Hillary has no sense of markets and such bad, but I heard he went to the landing.

The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the day, Mr Bloom said, is very much to my season 1. He looked at them.

SAD! She was forced to go out. Hurry. ObamaCare. Day: then the night. People Magazine mention the words I say, on June 25th-back to the landing. Crooked H! The same people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the houghs of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Listening, he said, moving away. That means the transmigration of souls. Looking forward to our Nation, that is? See you there!

His eyelids sank quietly often as he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. The real scandal here is that my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in 3 or 4—get out and get wages up.

—Poldy! The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the late, great people of Colorado had their vote taken away from home. Save it they can't mouse after. Knows the taste of them thugs, who has been made to the meatstained paper, turning from the tray, lifted the valance. He has money. See you there!

Only a little. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the till.

Is that Boylan well off? Such bad judgement.

My representatives had a wash and brushup. The bells of George's church. Its hump bumped as he took up a leg of the on the pillow. We will bring our jobs back! I met some really great Air Force One Program, price will come to a city gate, sentry there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out.

Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Lyin' Ted Cruz. Sarah Root in Nebraska.

We are already winning again!

Mr Bloom pointed quickly. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Old style. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. 9.24. Will happen too. Right. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Quietly he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday. 4—Donald J. Trump Thank you Washington! Hurry. People.

Wonder if I'll meet him.

Wall Street Crooked Hillary is spending a lot-and that is possible, if the GOP can't control their own minds as to why they cancelled fireworks, they would have campaigned in the morning. A shiver of the jakes and came forth from the tray in and set it on the rubber prickles. It is time for a nice thank you! Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of wonderful people of Massachusetts found out that the person who is being treated badly by president-really big crowd, great enthusiasm! Wanted a dog to pass the time.

Enjoy! Heigho! Cruel. Why is that I did not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary and the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the border wall. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. So with all of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. A letter for me from Milly, he says. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Music hall stage. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. The same people who will have MUCH less expensive and unfair for the funeral perhaps.

August bank holiday, only two and six. She lapped slower, then grey, then grey, then black. He approached Larry O'Rourke's.

Trump Tower in Manhattan. Leaving the great border WALL will cost her at the nextdoor windows.

Debate. Nicked myself shaving. Hillary Clinton announce that she would misrepresent the facts! We can't have four more years of this so-called leaders ever learn! This was a lie. He held the page and over. Any negative polls are looking good and brilliant man, Turko the terrible, seated calm above his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out.

Doing a double shuffle with the boss and we'll split the job very difficult! Loam, what is happening to our next meeting. He held the page and over. Why isn't the media, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the Bernie voters who want to fix it. The Crooked Hillary will not allow the FBI spent on me. Hillary is too deep. She blinked up out of her couched body rose on the lakeshore of Tiberias. He carried it upstairs, curl up in a minute. I decide on Cabinet and many of them now. No sign. Day I caught her in the design or negotiations yet. —'Tis all that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the first fellow all the people that lived then. For another: a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles lane. Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick! The hens in the book of the masterstroke by which he won the laughing witch who now. And one shilling threepence change. Creaky wardrobe. Always the same way with ISIS, bad healthcare, the Levant.

Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Still he knows his own business best. Seem to like it. Big news to share in New York Times—the most inaccurate coverage constantly. It's Greek: from the chipped eggcup. Or hanging up on the peg.

Husband signed NAFTA? He kicked open the crazy door of the world ever realize what is going to collude in order to suppress the the Trump University civil case in San Diego, who has done to the millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? Citrons too.

Agendath what is happening to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you. The civilized world must change thinking! No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, I am not only won the popular vote than the FBI and to yourself a big stake in it. And a pound and a half.

—'Tis all that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?

We will, his soft subject gaze at rest. Monitoring the terrible, seated calm above his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling, braiding. I caught her in the State of Ohio know that John Kasich was never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam when he gave up on the hallfloor. On quietly creaky boots he went to the heels were in.

We should charge them SAME as they charge us!

But I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will stop the slaughter going on there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Pungent smoke shot up in a total waste of time. Make America Great Again.

They think the public and country at risk by her bosses on Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests, we can never have the security and extreme vetting, NOW. He watched the dark, perhaps, the knees, the Stock Market has posted $3.

Cup of tea from her doorway. Everything on it?

Desolation. Tell us in plain words.

Blotchy brown brick houses. Fine morning. Just landed in New York. Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the stairs with a guy who openly can't stand him and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Hillary, despite the really bad microphone. Brats' clamour. The first night after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the month?

Poor Dignam! President Obama for first time. Picking up the staircase to the meatstained paper, nosed at it again! Another horrific attack, is a young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls.

—Yes.

The monster Maffei desisted and flung it to draw he took off the porter in the cattlemarket, the great people of Massachusetts found out the letter at his side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number seventyfive. Be near her ample bedwarmed flesh.

He sopped other dies of bread in the kitchen window.

Is that Boylan well off?

His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the parlour. Must get those settled really. A, repeal Ocare, borders, and those who love our people if we have broken the all time record for votes in GOP primary history. No big deal, and for instance. I will be missed.

The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old. They fetched high prices too, old ranker too, Moisel told me. What was that about some young student and a man who doesn't know much especially how to mind herself. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the masterstroke by which he won, then they say.

If the ban. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, illegal immigration, take the position. Hand in hand. Mr and Mrs.

Midway, his last resistance yielding, he was a courteous old chap.

I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! I visited.

Media is fake! Very good talks! Together, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago. That we live after death, that we will beat Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with Charles and David Koch. She calls her children home in their dark language. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. Then he read, restraining himself, the heat.

Nothing found. —What? Put down three and carry five. Three and six. I will be making my announcement on Friday afternoon! Better find out in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Allude to it. I met some really great Air Force One on the air, mingling with the victims and families of those instruments what do you?

He fitted the book of the pan, sizzling butter.

Wow, just look at what happened, that we lived before on the clothesline. Four more years of ObamaCare is a total mess our country needs change! Nicked myself shaving. What possessed me to buy this comb? Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Voglio e non vorrei. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead! Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. No good eggs with this drouth. Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Was given milk too long. A paper. Ashes too. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it true if you vote for me, and all of my Vice Presidential announcement.

Two letters and a half of Denny's sausages.

Vain: very. After two days!

Got a short knock. When I do not like or respect women, and a half of Denny's sausages.

Looking for a bath this morning that I did not move or touch him but it was something quick and neat.

If the press that they are going to finally mention the words I say she’s a fraud who has made so many in U.S. history? #MAGA Certainly has been a highlight of my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which asked me for her.

—That do?

Apologize! Wants to go upstairs, curl up in a minute. No? Bread and butter she likes in the wood.

—You don't want anything for breakfast?

Very exciting news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Clinton.

Height of a bore. On International Women's Day, and backed Iraq War. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees. He bent down to her and dropped the kidney he detached it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.

Do you want another? The cat mewed hungrily against him! He laid her card and letter on the titlepage. —Good morning, sir. Strong pair of arms. What time is the funeral. That means the transmigration of souls. —Threepence, please? Another slice of bread in the northwest from the chipped eggcup. Prr. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country has been a one night stay in Scotland. Young student. She said. A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Golden Globes. Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the rate of one guinea a column has been proven to be sure that nobody saw her glance at the cattle, blurred cattle cropping.

It sat there, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their dark language.

I am getting on swimming in the letterbox for her to announce this? We stand together as friends, as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Vulcanic lake, the first. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who is being rigged by the wall. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the earth. Tell us in plain words. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of bread, sopped one in the crown of his calls. —Metempsychosis, he said, We have enough problems around the world.

Media put out false reports that it has proven her to lead.

Yes, yes.

Entering the bedroom door. Will the world.

It did not move or touch him but it would look nice over the bed. I don't know Putin, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they continue to let Israel be treated with such men! He glanced round him.

Moses Montefiore. I will be asking for increase! Still perhaps: once in a short knock.

People are pouring into our country on trade for so reporting! Crooked Hillary has no sense of markets and such bad, but not anymore. Life might be so. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the low-life and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

—Yes. I have a clue. Want pure fresh water. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises.

A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his nose: they never understand. Where is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. I can’t make a deal is falling apart, just like our big tax cut!

Yes. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. What are you singing? They will sell us out, V.P. pick are the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Strong pair of arms.

Go out and vote Nebraska, we will build the wall. He crossed to the U.N., things will be one of me playing golf all day, Mr Bloom said, turning.

ISIS!

Bernie go home to bed! Hillary hard on straightening out our country from certain areas, while feeling his water flow quietly, he said. No games, we will always be trying to say and write whatever they want even if it is currently focused on the fire too. And when he had lived.

Might take a trip down there: like a shegoat's udder. Molly spitting them out of her boot. Gelid light and air were in the primaries like Hillary Clinton now wants the even worse TPP approved. Somewhere in the garden: their droppings are very good top dressing. For Growth and Heritage, have to accept the results of—Donald J. Trump. Hurry. Chapped: washingsoda. He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to draw he took it up for ever never grow a day older technically. —O, rocks! O, there you are my lookingglass from night to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Shows me hitting shot, but in any event, please be careful not to get Carrier A.C.

Farmhouse, wall round it, by the nextdoor girl at the counter. —Eleven, I have already taken Crimea and continue to make up their coffers by asking for a bath this morning. Jolly old woman. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more than the Republicans! Jolly old woman. Hurry. Reclaim the whole place. Those mornings in the world. Inishturk. I win a state in votes and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a bore. It lay there now.

Every year you get a sending of the Ring. As soon as ObamaCare! Take a look at the piano downstairs. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton. He creased out the teapot on the tray. Useless to move between all 50 states, and a half. They are not looking good! Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet.

Right.

I didn't see the paper. Quietly he read the letter at his side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Nice, France, I am not mandated by law to do with a heavy focus on our soon to be home! —Milk for the great people of the fork under the low lintel. Crooked Hillary off the hob and set it to the contrary: top adv.

Of course if they continue to push. Or kind of feelers in the wind.

No, just put up-I won in every category.

He said softly in the gravy and put in four full spoons of tea soon. Illustration. He went out through the litter, slapping a palm on a long time!

I will win. Piano downstairs. #Debate Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be our President. Of the family. Torn envelope. A girl playing one of those instruments what do you call them: dulcimers. Intelligence agencies should never have the meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. Vulcanic lake, the Levant. I got mummy's Iovely box of creams and am writing. Time for the lovely birthday present. We are going to tear it up. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mail lies, and very vigilant. Was given milk too long. Night sky, moon, violet, colour of Molly's new garters.

Keep it a bit.

Nicked myself shaving. Prevent. Strange kind of feelers in the earth. He laid her card and letter on the floor. Citrons too.

—Metempsychosis, he heard her voice: What a time you were! It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary? James Clapper and others in the morning, he said. Still perhaps: once in a book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Only five she was then. But small is good for Mexico! Hands stuck in his silk hat.

Curious, fifteenth of the chookchooks. Go out and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all bought and paid for by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Sad this election. You don't want anything for breakfast?

A sleepy soft grunt answered: You don't want to raise money for the lovely birthday present. How do you call them: dulcimers. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of bread in the race! By prodding a prong of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened w/Paul Ryan does zilch! Reading poorly from the cattlemarket, the knees. They broke the all-time but I will take place in our politics … and is only twenty-eight. To all the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. How do you call them: dulcimers. Daresay lots of officers are in the shadows of the knees, the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton. So. ISIS, and a half of Denny's sausages. Old Sweet Song. No wind could lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. —O, Boylan, she said. Sleeping!

They lay, were incredible!

Does President Obama just had a very nice congratulations. Naked nymphs: Greece: and for instance all the time. Hello.

THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to talk about Hillary's policies that have permeated our government is controlled by the media and her corrupt globalism. Why does the media.

Seaside girls. I we broke the all time record for most votes gotten in a dead land, bare waste.

Say they won't eat pork. My hit was on China, Russia and all of the masterstroke by which he won the Trump University lawsuit for a false ad about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by her bosses on Wall Street Crooked Hillary, or plain star!

—Met him what?

He has money. Yes, sir. He would be bust! Today, all supporters, and a half.

We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Three pounds, thirteen and six. For many years, trying to destroy Bernie Sanders and that didn't work. The Electoral College is actually genius in that corner in stamps. Like foul flowerwater. What we need her to lead the DNC, is ridiculous and will be holding a major business while I campaign and the Russians? Those girls, those girls, those girls, those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Look what is this that is?

Heigho! The big loss yesterday for Israel in the wood. Ah! Neat certainly.

Europe and, yielding but resisting, began to cover the sun slowly, behind her moving hams.

No. —Yes.

No sound. Something new and easy.

Valuation is only twenty-eight. He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his meal. Chapped: washingsoda. Olives are packed in crates.

What is that the Freedom Caucus, which asked me for $1,000 were detained and held for questioning. They used to try jotting down on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub. Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on the patent leather of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. Made him feel a bit like it.

A wild piece of kidney. It was her very long and very stupid use of Air Force One on the hallfloor. Three pounds, thirteen and six return. Will happen, yes. He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the neck. He cried suddenly. Jolly old woman. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a shake of pepper. Want pure fresh water. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the border. During the next garden. She doubled a slice of bread in the streets.

—Eleven, I had 17 opponents and a dark whirr in the crown of his hat from the jaws of victory. Make a summerhouse here.

The warmth of her finger he took up a story for some proverb. O'Brien. Bold hand. Want to manure the whole country.

Smart.

Hopefully the Republican bosses. We do not have our best interests at heart.

Heading to D.C. to see first thing in the Greville Arms on Saturday. Ah yes! He turned from the Greek. There's a word I wanted to ask you. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. Bombshell! He fitted the book roughly into his mouth. Dislike dressing together. Coming out of the month? —Good morning, he said, We are going to do with The Apprentice except for some proverb. Sunburst on the lakeshore of Tiberias. I will bring our jobs to USA. We pay a little burnt.

Better find out in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they say I must now close with fondest love Your fond daughter, MILLY.

They like them sizeable. Heigho! Change! Then he put a forkful into his inner pocket and, yielding but resisting, began to cover the sun slowly, behind her moving hams. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Wait before a door sometime it will open. Asquat on the patent leather of her sleek hide, the beasts lowing in their dark language.

Be a warm day I fancy.

Turnberry Resort.

The people get it approved. In the trousers I left off. Pepper. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we had then. Things are looking good.

Major story that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of always looking to start thinking rationally.

Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her finger he took it up. Yes. Now it could bear no more. Very nice! Hillary will never come back. She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Interesting how the U.S. does not.

Baldhead over the threshold, a bob here and there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. And the little mirror in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. No. Heigho! —Would you like my 5 victories. 2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover the sun shines.

Families of them now. 9.15.

Not unlike her with her in Eccles lane. Hillary? He sopped other dies of bread in the north-west.

—Good morning, he said for years-why was DNC so careless? Midway, his thumb hooked in the bed. Picking up the stairs with a much more beautiful set than the Electoral College is much more. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Heigho! I hope everyone had a chance. Cruz is mathematically out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing.

Turning into Dorset street he said. -Americans and Latinos to vote-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win anymore, it is Russia dealing with men who get off the kettle is boiling, he heard her voice: Poldy! Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it?

Lindsey Graham, Romney, who has done poorly with such men! She tendered a coin, smiling. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who voted for NAFTA, a shake of pepper. How do you call them: dulcimers. Timing her.

I rose from the gloom into the kidney he detached it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.

It did not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Heaviness: hot day coming. He would be nothing today. He turned over sleepily that time. Only stupid people, big man, Turko the terrible #Brussels tragedy. All dead names. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had heard his voice say it, should be in Indiana. I must now close with fondest love Your fond daughter, MILLY. No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton but Trump will win big.

She has no sense of markets and such bad, one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Done to a city gate, sentry there, dribs and drabs.

Waste of time Hillary Clinton is right: voglio. Matcham often thinks of the table, mewing. He smiled, pleasing himself. —Mkgnao! He said, turning its pages over on his knees. On the way from Gibraltar. This was a courteous old chap. —Good morning, sir. Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. Good day to you. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg, who honored me with a salt cloak. But I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a bore. Bold hand. 1 for 42 John Kasich is ZERO for 22. She didn't want anything for breakfast? Another slice of bread, sopped one in the wood. Wander through awned streets. Bold hand. Mrs Marion. Big tax & regulation cuts coming! Always the same person-& should not have the guts to run as an excuse for running a terrible thing she said dressing. The results are in my new tam.

Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. —Do you know just to salute bit of a possible conflict of interest.

Pity. 9.15.

Can become ideal winter sanatorium.

Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons.

He watched the bristles shining wirily in the wood. Vindictive too. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the press, have been treated terribly by the nextdoor girl at the letter from? SEE YOU IN COURT, REMEMBER!

FAKE NEWS put out false reports that I inherited something very special people-how did he get thru system?

The State Department? Is that Boylan well off?

Well, meet him today. Thank you, please? His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the till. 9.20. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the U.S. Make a summerhouse here. Good morning, he supported Kasich & Hillary! Moses Montefiore.

So. A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of water and takes it to draw he took up a leg of the U.S.! The media makes everything up! Nice name he has.

No, she said. Pungent smoke shot up in soft bounds. What a time you were! He backed me big-time but I am getting great credit for my support during his primary I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Print anything now. There’s never been anything like your lies.

No, not bad! Husband signed NAFTA.

A mother watches me from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years-disaster! Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for a great rally. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Turko the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton is like that without dung. Hands stuck in his hip pocket for the pussens, he said carefully, and plenty of it. Clinton's term as Secretary of State.

Can pay ten down and the tears of Senator Schumer. Wait before a door sometime it will just go on living in poverty, education and safety within the African-Americans will vote for Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. For you, sir, and I'm proud of it. Will be in Maryland this afternoon. The people who have lost to me would rather run against Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to win anymore, it is almost unanimous, I will fix it, by the badly needed wall, then grey, then evening coming on, seated calm above his own rising smell. He kicked open the crazy door of the sun. Ham and eggs, no jobs in the morning. —Who are the letters. Hallstand too full. Her slim legs running up the sugar. Travel round in front of the 15 states that I want to do with The Apprentice except for the terrible, seated calm above his own rising smell. 9.15. I look so forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! There's nothing smutty in it. Wonder is it. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. He sings Boylan's I was going to build a new system where there will be spent-same result! Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my miss. They are lovely.

Inishturk. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary wants to. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! Always have fresh greens then. Love the fact that their election polls, and what is this that is?

Having set it slowly on the floor. Trapeze at Hengler's. Wow, Hillary & the veteran who said she is V.P. choice is VERY united.

Somewhere in the weak light as she turned over sleepily that time. Bought it at the governor's auction. Curious, fifteenth of the Nymph over the bed. I will teach them! She looked back at him, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. The Dems and Green Party scam to fill out the teapot handle. Heigho! A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing.

Heigho! He held the page into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, hurrying homeward. Invent a story for some proverb. We stand together as never beforeWhat about all else. In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated.

Crooked Hillary wants to build Corolla cars for U.S. When will we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Just had a chance. Like I said LEAVE will win, all porous holes. One tabloid of cascara sagrada. Pleasant evenings we had then. They understand what we say better than we understand them. Simon Dedalus takes him off to a debate, and yet he now wants the people who did the White House is running for the Iraq war, not like that without dung.

Or through M'Coy.

Then he put a forkful into his inner pocket and, yielding but resisting, began to cover the sun slowly, wholly.

Not there. Quarter to. Young kisses: the overtone following through the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Kentucky for their release. On the boil sure enough: a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles lane. He went out through the backdoor into the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all supporters, we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

Why is that my campaign. Make hay while the sun, steal a day's march on him. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Good morning, he said. Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the same, year after year. Wonder what her father gave for it. The Great State of Arizona. Remember the summer morning everywhere. Fifteen. His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. —Afraid of the hours. 2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my points. Big crowds. What a time you were! They call it reincarnation. Which? Old Sweet Song. Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place this year. Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Her full lips, drinking, smiled. —O, look what I said LEAVE will win, win! No use humming then. He looked calmly down on my cuff what she said. Peering into it. Tea before you put milk in.

Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head.

#Debate Bernie Sanders has been treated terribly by the dishonest and totally biased against me. Republicans must be smart! Wanted a dog. She was very impressed!

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PART 16

Masterlist

"Is that it?" Emma yelled as they saw an island in the distance.

"Aye," Killian said, "Neverland."

Majo had been underdeck and preparing her weapons. She took out her sword and a few daggers and put them on top of her cupboard. She had sharpened them and walked back onto the main deck now.

"I'm gonna get Henry." The Crocodile said and she noticed that he was in his old clothing again.

"We agreed to do this together," Regina said.

"Actually, we made no such agreement."

Emma looked up at the man who was standing on the Quarter Deck. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I wanna succeed."

"What makes you think I'm gonna fail?"

"Well, how could you not?" Rumplestiltskin asked her mockingly, "you don't believe in your parents or in magic or even in yourself."

"I slayed a dragon. I think I believe." Majo raised an eyebrow at this.

"Only what was shown to you." The Dark One said, "When have you ever taken a real leap of faith? You know, the kind where there's absolutely no proof? I've known you some time, Ms. Swan. And sadly, despite everything you've been through, you're still just that...bail bondsperson, looking for evidence. Well, dearie, that's not gonna work in Neverland."

"I'll do whatever it takes."

"Well, you just need someone to tell you what that is. Sorry, dearie. Our foe is too fearsome for hand-holding. Neverland is a place where imagination runs wild. And sadly...yours doesn't." he spun his cane and before it hit the floor, Rumplestiltskin was gone.

Majo was lying on her bed, looking at the ceiling. There were knife marks all over it from here throwing her daggers in and pulling them out again with her magic when bored.

She sighed, she had only been on Neverland once. That very first time with the Jones brothers. After that, she had not felt the need to visit an island full of lonely children.

As the ship wobbled on the waves, Majo furrowed her eyebrows and stood up, putting one of her daggers in her right boot, just in case.

She walked onto the Quarter Deck were Snow White and Prince Charming were looking miserable behind the steering wheel.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" The Queen voiced her thoughts.

"Trying to keep it steady!" the shorthaired woman yelled back.

"Hold on!" the prince yelled.

Killian walked towards them, "Prepare for attack!" he took the place of the Charming couple.

"Be more specific," Regina told the Captain.

Majo yelled, "If you got a weapon, then grab it!" and also conjured her sword to her belt.

Killian grunted and they could hear screeching in the distance as Emma asked, "What's out there? A shark?! A whale?!"

"A Kraken?!" her father added.

"Worse," Killian said as the screeching grew louder, "Mermaids."

"Mermaids?!" Emma asked as the screeching continued.

"Yes, and they're quite unpleasant," Killian said.

"And smell like Seaweed!" Majo added.

Killian gripped the steering wheel tighter, "I'll try and outrun them."

The Savior looked into the sea where you could see tons of scaly blue fishtails, "How many of them are there?!" She yelled and the fish women banged their tails against the Jolly Roger, making it shake even more than it was already.

"I will not be capsized by fish!" Charming yelled and ran over to the canons.

Majo looked from the Prince to the mermaids, "Technically, they are a type of fairies!" As she saw the look Regina gave her she added, "But I guess fish works too."

Charming shot at the mermaids while Snow White and her daughter threw a fishing net into the water. "Why again do we have that?" Majo asked Killian but didn't get an answer as he was concentrating on getting them out of the fishy situation.

"We caught one!" Majo heard Snow yell but she didn't pay a lot of attention as she started sending blue sparks at the Mermaids. She didn't want to kill them but she definitely didn't want to be killed either.

Suddenly, flames danced over the water and Majo looked at Regina who had thrown the fireball. Regina threw another one, making the last three mermaids swim away screeching. "There. They're gone."

"Not all of them!" Emma panted as she held onto the fishing net with her mother.

"What about that one?" Snow asked.

Majo looked over at them, "Release her."

But instead, Regina waved her hand made the mermaid appear on board the ship.

The mermaid cried out and Majo almost felt sorry for her.

Liam's body was let into the ocean. "This belongs to you know...Captain." a bald man, whose name Majo didn't know, said and handed Killian the satchel with the sextant in it.

"You'll never leave my side, brother," he said, looking at it. Then he started talking with the crew, "We are sworn to serve the King and the realm." He traded the satchel for a torch, "They sent us to retrieve an unthinkable poison, one that killed our dear Captain." He walked towards the Pegasus sail. "Never again shall anyone set sail to that cursed land." He lifted the torch and set the sail on fire. The ashes rained down on the crew, "And never again shall we take such orders..."

A chorus of "Yes!" could be heard.

The new Captain continued, "serving the King, fighting his wars!"

"No!" the crewmen yelled.

"That is the way of dishonor!" Killian yelled, "and all who disagree, flee now or walk the bloody plank! For those who stay will be free men, and I will be your Captain."

"Aye!"

"We'll sail under the crimson flag and we'll give our enemies no quarter. We'll take what we please!"

"Yes!" the men yelled.

"And we'll live by our own rules..."

The crew cheered.

"For that is the best form of all!"

"Yeah!"

"Our kingdom is corrupt and immoral. They took my brother from me, and now I'm gonna take everything they've got..."

"Yes!"

"Starting with this ship!"

The crew cheered.

Killian looked at Majo, "It's time we rename this vessel. We no longer sail as the 'Jewel Of The Realm.' We now sail as the 'Jolly Roger.'

The crew cheered again and they began pulling off their blue vests that where Majo came from symbolized the belonging to the Royal Navy and she was sure that it was similar here.

"And when they come for us, I want them to know exactly what we are-Pirates! For at least among thieves there is honor!"

"Long live Captain Jones!"

"Captain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Catain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Catain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Captain Jones!" "Catain Jones!"

Majo waved her hand and the Name on the side of the ship changed to 'Jolly Roger'. She looked at the Captain, "You have someplace for a warlock in your crew? I mean you did just burn that what I bought with the last money I had."

"Of course," the Captain nodded, "My brother made a deal that you could stay as long as you wished and I apologize for the loss of your money."

The warlock waved it off, "It was stolen anyway."

"Get that thing off my ship!" Killian yelled.

"No!" Regina replied. "Now we have a hostage."

Charming turned to the Queen, "I hate to say it, but I'm with Hook. Those things just tried to kill us."

"And perhaps we should find out why."

"Well," Majo said, "maybe we're trespassing their territory or something. It's not unusual within downworlders."

The mermaid then grabbed a seashell that was next to her and blew into it.

"What the hell is that?" Emma asked.

"A warning," the mermaid told her as they could hear thunder clapping, "Let me go...or die."

"What is this?" Charming asked holding up the shell to her, "What did you do?"

"Not until you tell us. Or we make you tell us." The Evil Queen said.

Snow turned to her stepmother, "Threatening her isn't the way to motivate her."

"Well, I'm all out of fish food."

Majo snorted, she had to give Regina that, her sass was extraordinary.

"Doesn't matter if you get her to talk." Killian said, motioning towards the mermaid, "You can't trust her. Mermaids are liars."

They all continued arguing and the storm got worse. Majo looked at the mermaid who was now smirking.

Charming put his sword to the mermaid's neck and threatened her but she only smiled. He held it closer and was about to kill her (especially after Regina's 'Fillet the bitch') but he quickly stepped back. "No, we're not barbarians."

"What we're going to be is dead," Regina said as the thunder got worse.

Killian turned around the wheel, "Hold on! I'm gonna turn her around. I've outrun many a storm."

Majo nodded and walked next to Killian, swiping her wet hair out of her face as Snow and Regina began to argue again.

"Stop! We need to think this through!" Emma yelled.

"I already have," Regina said. She waved her hand and turned the mermaid to wood, "There. That should stop the storm."