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If you could go anywhere in the world and bring any amount of people with you, where would you go and with whom?

I would take Jamie and Charlie and Alana and all of the pirates and go very far away from here. (I might even bring all the Lost Boys because no one really deserves to be stick on this hell island.) I'm not sure where, since I don't really know the names of places. But I'd like to go someplace warm, where we don't have to deal with winter. Someplace safe where we don't have to worry about being in danger anymore. Maybe someplace with more people too. I'm used to living with the same people all the time, so it would be nice to have more people around. But above all else, I want to go someplace where we'll all be happy.

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losthcart:

“I’m not growing. You’ve definitely shrunk. Isn’t that what old people do?” Curly huffed at the insinuation even though he knew it was true. Further verification wasn’t what he wanted but since he was getting at anyway, he thought he ought to be rude about it in lieu of the fight he was beginning to prefer. Curiosity was a curse. He could admit that.

“What do you know about it anyway? You’ve been circling this island for so long and haven’t found your way off of it yet. What’s the matter? Lost your map?”

Nod tried not to appear too irritated.  He wasn’t going to let this child, an admittedly tall child, goad him. He glanced at him again. Really if he wwasn’t with the Lost Boys, Nod would call him a man. But running around with the Lost Boys, Nod was going to call them all children. Plus it helped that he did remember this one from before the long winter.

He narrowed his eyes.  It was no secret that the pirates couldn’t leave, or it wasn’t very hard to guess.  They rarely left the bay anymore, there was no point. he didn’t really have a good comeback for the maps, so he focused on the other things that had been said.  “What do I know about what? This Island? Probably a lot more than you would think.”

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acexfhearts:

“I don’t care if it’s not exciting,” Lies. Utter lies. Ace could barely wait for his food to finish cooking before he tore into it, having to spend any more time than necessary in a boring situation was absolutely torturous. But if he admitted that yes, he’d only been willing to spend about ten minutes or so in the cove before moving on and the older boy could definitely have it all to himself in just a little while, it would be like giving the pirate an open invitation to walk all over him. “If it’s not that exciting, why do you even want to stay?”

This is what he found so frustrating about pirates. They were always cutting you down one way or the other. This one’s weapon of choice was words, it seemed. That, and now that the shock had time to settle in his system, Ace found it far too unsettling how much this pirate knew about how the Lost Boys operated. Still, an impudent urge forced him to abandon the caution that went hand-in-hand with the thought. “And I am a very ‘cool kid’. No one kicks me out of the tree. Any tree! How do you know I’m not the one doing the kicking? I could probably kick you out of the tree if I wanted to. Not that I do, ‘cause I’d probably beat you so fast that it wouldn’t even be fun.”

Ace felt a shameful heat rising to greet his face at the notion of not being one of the “cool kids”. So maybe he wasn’t the best at everything a Lost Boy should be good at. He’d been one for long enough that he should be the best at something, right? He just had to find that something, that’s all.

Nod shrugged his shoulders.  Maybe it was the principle of the matter, that he wasn’t going to be scared off by one of the Lost Boys from his spot.  Maybe he just enjoyed tormenting this boy. He had nothing better to do today anyways, the pirates tended to have a lot of down time. He knew that most had a little gambling ring going to pass the time, but Nod was never really good at the game.

Nod gave out a short laugh, “If you say so kiddo.” Not that this Nod would be found in a tree. As a Lost Boy he was the  best tree climber, or at least he was always competing with Fog and Crow to prove that he was.  Adult Nod didn’t fit into trees well, and frankly he was afraid of falling out of it.  He’d found that adulthood made you more scared of things like injuries. \

“Well, if you aren’t going to leave. And I’m not going to leave, we’ll just have to share.”  Nod made himself comfortable, leaning against one of the rocks so that he could face this Lost Boy.  He wasn’t as trustful to turn his back on him.  Not when the Lost Boys were known more for their attacks than their diplomacy.  In fact he was sure this was one of the longer interactions that he’d had with a Lost Boy in a while.

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neverloseyoudarling:

“Why does everyone seem to assume that there is so much about this island that I don’t want to know? I don’t ask the questions for fun, Mr. Pirate, I ask them because I happen to like getting the answers. It is not as if I think Neverland is simply this idyllic place where nothing bad ever happens; I know it is dangerous, even on the best of days.”

It was offensive, Wendy felt, for people to continue to treat her as if she knew nothing about the island to which she had chosen to return. Why did everyone act as if she was new there, as if she’d never seen Neverland for herself? Even Curly had felt the need to warn her, along with a couple pirates, and a red-haired mermaid. Did everyone have such little faith in her competence?

The timeline he provided was interesting though, thinking that Peter was so tied to the island. It could have been that he was born on it instead of the Other Place; that would explain the island’s connection to Peter’s emotions. “Are you including other creatures or strictly human inhabitants?”

“You won’t like knowing.” Sometimes Nod wished that he didn’t know. That he could go back to that naive child who had been brought to Neverland with his brother, that he could be that child reveled in the hunt and would dance around fires.  He didn’t dance anymore.   

“Well, you must have obviously forgotten how dangerous it was because you came back. Back! Why in the world would you ever want to come back here?” His voice was forceful and almost angry as he finished his sentence. Was it any wonder that they all thought her a naive child. No one in their right minds would return to Neverland after leaving this place.

Maybe at one point Nod might have been able to like Wendy, she seemed nice enough after all.  But how could he when she represented everything that he wanted. The only person to ever convince Peter to take them home and then she came back.

 “Of course I mean humans.” He wasn’t even sure how many mermaids and small folk there even were on the island. Especially since the mermaids weren’t necessarily confined to the island. Plus, he wasn’t sure he could even count that high. But he wouldn’t say that, especially not to Wendy.

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Prompt #124

“A measuring cup…? Ha! Who needs that when you have eyes and can just EYEBALL it!”

“I’m gonna go get the fire extinguisher.”

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alanaofthelagoon:

Alana ducked her head, her hair falling in front of her face as she smiled. She used to adore her tail too. It was a beautiful red, and she remembered how she used to love how blood mixed with her tail in the water. She had thought it was a perfect combination, the darker red of the blood mixing in with the slightly lighter colors of her tail. These days, the tail sometimes brings back bad memories, but it was moments like these where she would always be thankful for Nod. He always knew what to say, and how to say it, to make her feel better, even if he didn’t know that there was something wrong in the first place. He was just so kind to her. He didn’t have to be, but she supposed that that was what friends are meant to do. And there was no doubt in her mind that Nod was her best friend. 

“It is fun. The ocean is infinite, and there’s so much to see, so much to explore. But I would love to have legs, and to run. It seems so exhilarating, to feel the wind in your hair and your feet pounding against the ground.” And it was something she would never be able to do, no matter how much she wanted to. Swimming was great and all, but to be able to do something as seemingly simple as walking feels like such an adventure. “But yes! By being a merman you’ll finally be a better swimmer!” Alana teased, bumping her shoulder against his. 

“I’m sure that you can swim faster than anyone in the entire world can run.”  Mermaids were incredibly fast, and Nod is sure that he’s never seen a mermaid up to full speed.  To have that kind of space to just be free, would be exhilarating. But, there was no magic spell that would turn him into a mermaid, or Alana into a human.  And more than anything Nod just wished that if he and Alana could go the same places. Instead of just hanging out on rocks, like some sort of in between place of their two worlds.  

“Yeah, but when you run too fast you can trip. And then you get all these fun scars.” Nod held his arms out to glance down at them, looking at the many scars that polka-dotted his arms. “I don’t think you can trip while swimming. Though, I’d probably figure out a way to do it.”

He barked out a laugh at Alana’s teasing. “Hey, I can swim. Just not as fast as a mermaid...”  Or probably any of the other swimmers on the island. He tended not to challenge the pirates, or anyone really, to swimming races anymore. He liked splashing around far more than he liked going really fast.   

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The Golden Age of Piracy (1650 – 1730)

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if you could get out of neverland but leave hook behind, would you?

“No. I wouldn’t.”

OOC analysis:  So Nod suspects that it might be possible to do this, but he would have to leave James behind. He’s not sure because he can’t really confirm it, but he knows that Peter doesn’t care that much about him.  It’s James that holds Peter’s attention.  James fights Peter, Nod fights whichever Lost boy has the pleasure of being Peter’s chosen favourite that week. But he couldn’t leave him, not after everything.  James and Charlie are his family. He can’t leave his family.  It’s possible in some situation that presented itself, Nod could be persuaded to take Charlie with him and flee the island. But he would be highly conflicted and the only person who might be able to convince him to do so would be James.

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If the whole island went up in flames, who would be the top 5 people you'd save?

“Now does the Jolly Roger count as a whole person? Can I save her and just put everyone on board that I want to save?” 

“Or maybe the Pirates as a whole count as one person? Because there are way more than 5 pirates and I want to save them all.”

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runchxrlie:

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It wasn’t often that Charlie had an excuse to slip away from his obligations. Then again, assisting those of higher station was also an obligation – which this was – but this was fun. Up until Nod got hurt. The rabbit was all but forgotten as Charlie fretted over the wound. He shook his head, “There will always be fresh meat but there’s only one of you." 

His face paled as he kept looking at it. There was so much blood. "I think I saw a stream nearby, I can help you get there. We can get you cleaned up.”

Nod hated fretting, especially when it was other people fretting over him. Especially Charlie. He was supposed to be the one worrying over Charlie, not the other way around. But there was a lot of blood and he should probably do something about it.  “Uh, yeah, the river might be a good idea.” He pretended like he didn’t need the help but he was leaning on Charlie a bit harder than he’d care to admit.  “Should have been paying attention,” he said with a frown, still upset about letting the rabbit get away.

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“Seems like the whole damn world

went and lost its mind

and all my childhood heroes

have fallen off or die.”

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kaneonboard:

Kane saw the water splash up, tiny droplets scattering in the air, and he smiled in satisfaction. He shouldn’t have thrown the first mate, after all, Nod technically did outrank him and could make sure he was punished for it, but he also knew that Nod had deserved it. Plus, it wasn’t as if this was the first time they had bumped each other into the water. Usually, Kane was a bit too serious to play such pranks, but there were times, especially with Nod…only with Nod, where he had to fight back. Plus, he couldn’t lie that it Nod’s face was perfectly pouty when he was drenched from head to boots.

“Now what fun would that have been Nodder? I would have had to give you warning for that and you didn’t give me warning when you took my ax, now did you? Plus, it isn’t my fault that you spent time running from me rather than taking off your boots.” 

He should have thanked Nod though; the moment his fellow pirate had hit the water, all thoughts of his hurting stomach had fled and he was beginning to feel far better than he had when he woke up. It wasn’t as if he could give his friend the satisfaction though. Instead, he merely extended his hand to help him out of the water.

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“I was gonna give it back,” Nod whined in a perfectly un-Grown Up like way. “And I didn’t mean to drop it. I was just gonna borrow it and see how long it took you to notice.”  And the answer to that last question was apparently very quickly.  Nod had barely slipped the thing away from Kane before the other had noticed.  His specific reasoning for why he had wanted to do that escaped him. Very likely there had been no good reason, but any reason was alright for Nod.

Nod scoffed, “Like you would have given me time to take off my boots even if I hadn’t run.” He accepted the hand that Kane held out to him. He’d never admit it, since it made him look weak, but he did try to pull Kane down into the water with him. But with Kane’s stance ready to pull him out of the water already, and the fact that the Quartermaster was the size of a literal mountain, Nod only managed to pull himself up out of the water. He did get his revenge by shaking his hair out like a dog when he had his feet under him. Nod knew better than to splash water up at Kane, not that he didn’t want to, but really didn’t want to take a second trip into the ocean.

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fortunefavorcd:

Anna gave him a look that teetered between amusement and snark at his insistence that there was, in fact, a swamp. But that look melted away as he kept speaking. She didn’t purposefully choose words that would throw others off. It was just what naturally fell from her mouth. Having had private tutors as a child had been a blessing and a curse and while she could put on airs and sound the part of pirate at the drop of a hat, it wasn’t something she liked to do for long periods of time. Besides, it felt insulting, like she underestimated the others and thought she needed to water things down for them and that just wasn’t the case. “Biomes are…” She pursed her lips for a moment trying to decide how best to define them, “Different types of terrain. Like how the mountains are colder and have different plants and animals than say a swamp. The sea is a biome and the forest is one too.”

Nod listened as Anna explained the word that she had used.  Even though she used fancier words that he didn’t know, she took the time to explain it. That was one of the many things he liked about her. And that when she explained them she didn’t make him feel dumb.  She made him feel dumb about other things like going swimming in mermaid infested waters for fun, sure, but never about this. “Oh, okay.” He nodded his head a few times as he thought it over in his head. “So the different places then.  Well there’s the Mountains, and the ocean, and the forest. The swamp like I said. Then there’s the dunes, next to the swamp. And then the plains.” Nod had held up a finger for each thing he listed and then looked down at them. “So that’s....” he mumbled counted to himself and then looked back to Anna. “Six?”   

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acexfhearts:

Ace staggered back at the utterance of one of the Lost Boy’s rules, the smirk evaporating from his lips in an instant. They didn’t have many, but they certainly didn’t go throwing them around in pirate earshot just for the men to parrot it back. His mind scrambled to make sense of what the man had said, but all he could come up with in a response was a feral growl and a dirty look. 

“Where did you-…” Ace knew he shouldn’t be getting this worked up over a silly patch of sand, but being a Lost Boy was the only thing he knew. Literally. He’d awoken in this paradise and had never looked back, and something about the older boy’s tone shook at the fragile sense of self-worth he’d developed during his time here. Ace didn’t like feeling insecure. He could take it in small doses, like the teasing of his peers, but he wasn’t about to be put in his place by some grown-up that probably sported a nasty case of scurvy. “Don’t pretend like you know about our rules! You don’t know anything.” 

He scrambled onto a rock, arms crossed over his chest in defiance. “You want me to scram? Make me.”

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Nod didn’t laugh at the way this boy recoiled when he heard one of the Lost Boy rules, but he wanted to.  It hadn’t been a guarantee that the rule still stood, but he guessed that Peter probably kept the same rules for all the Lost Boys. It would have been too much to create new ones each time.  If there was no guarantees, even for a sleeping spot, it kept the Lost Boys competitive. Nod remembered racing his brother and Crow for the comfortable spot in the tree each night, and the subsequent fistfights that would occur when they got too into the race.

When the Boy scrambled onto the rock, Nod just shook his head at the antics.  Kane’s nickname for them, the feral children, jumped into Nod’s mind. It was an apt description of them.  Though Nod had no memories, he remembered his time as a Lost Boy. Still, time had dulled the memories, tumbled them around until the sharp edges were smooth like the rocks on the beach. He didn’t remember being this feral, though he knew he had been.

He knew better though than to get close, and kept his distance. If this kid was going to try to wait him out, two could play at that game.  “This cove isn’t even that exciting, why are you even over here? Did the cool kids kick you out of the tree?”

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wildchildbooth:

Perhaps the liquor was making the usually bristly pirate mushy, but Isadora presently felt relaxed in Nod’s presence. Sure, Nod outranked her, but even Hook was their captain neither had ever abused their power as to make any of the crew feel less than and more so a part of, a valued family member. Isadora gently play-punched Nod, her aim somewhat compromised from her consumption. “Well, don’t worry, I won’t tell Hook you lost the whole crew.” She chuckled, before pointing at her person. “’Cept for me.”

Hopping down from her perch, she stretched her arms out and over her head as her joints creaked in protest. “So, should we go look for them? Make sure they’re not dead?” It should’ve been a joke, but honestly, with the nature of the Island, it was a good idea to check up on the crew regularly.

“Ah yes,” He said with a laugh, “I do know where you are.  And I think I might have to keep an eye on you so you don’t wander off. Can’t lose all of you.” Nod also wasn’t going to say it, but these waters were a bit dangerous and he didn’t want Isadora to stumble off the edge, being drunk, and land in the water.

He watched her jump down, and was glad that she was able to keep her balance from what he saw.  Which meant he had to worry about her less. Though he was always worrying about something, he could now dedicate his worry to other preoccupations in his brain. “Well, if we must.  I was kind of enjoying the quiet.”

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losthcart:

“I’m not bragging. I’m merely asking. Have you? I don’t remember it.” Curly didn’t like the way the other dismissed him so easily and acted like he wouldn’t strike. He would’ve and easily for he still remembered how ineffective the pirates had been in aiding Wendy’s escape the first time. What good were pirates if they couldn’t steal a little girl?

But now he’d found another use for them and maybe it was callous to look at them as tools but he was young and pissed off for inexplicable reasons that were only made worse by the mutual acknowledgement that he was veritably taller. He squinted at Nod as he crossed to a tree.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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“Well, if you sound arrogant when you’re talking about your height I’m going to assume you‘re bragging about it. Maybe that’s just your voice though.”

“It’s supposed to mean that I’ve seen a lot of weird things on this island, but never a Lost Boy acknowledging that he’s growing, because I certainly haven’t shrunk.” Nod didn’t think that was how aging worked, but of course he knew very little about the whole process. But what he did know was that Peter hated when people started to grow up, and he must admit that he was curious how Curly managed to stay a Lost Boy after doing so. And that Peter seemed to be bringing back older boys than he had before. It made mo sense, but there wasn’t an easy way for Nod to figure out why.  It was always like that on this Islands, question after question and little to no answers.

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Nod was surprised that Kane hadn’t reacted more when he had poked the rather large cut on the man’s face.  Especially when Nod knew that a cut like this must hurt a lot. This island was dangerous, and Nod had gotten in a habit of carrying basic supplies with him on his trips around the island. Luckily for Kane that included a needle and thread.

“Nah,” Nod said, shaking his head as he inspected the cut on Kane’s face.  “Poison isn’t quite their style.  Those feral children much prefer to murder you with their own hands. It’s more satisfying that way, more bloody.”

His fingers stilled as he processed what he had just said. Oh how he hated how everything he did reminded him of when he was one of them.  But he shook the thoughts out, and grinned at Kane.  “I can sew it up no problem, but this ugly mug of yours is probably getting another scar.”

“Does this hurt when I touch it?”

The answer was undoubtedly yes, but Kane merely shook his head as Nod prodded the deep cut into his cheek. The wound throbbed as blood pushed to his face, flushing it, with pain, but mostly anger that he had actually fallen into some Lost Boys’ trap. He had been collecting wood in the forest and he had tripped a vine of some kind, springing the net. Luckily, he had managed to throw himself out of the way of the net, but a bramble that had been set snapped when he moved and flicked back to cut his face. 

He had put a rag on it and headed back to camp to get the thorn out of his skin, but Nod had seen him first and offered to help. Kane had wanted to brush the first mate away and take care of it himself as he was wont to do, but Nod knew enough to know he could sew the wound much cleaner than the quartermaster. Finally, Kane had consented and sat down, allowing Nod to pull the barb from his face and start to clean it out.

“Did those feral children put anything on the barbs that I should be worried about or does it look clean enough?”