Page 42 of Lost Starlight
The ship, instead of docking, continued to sail around to the other side of the island.
I flew away as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and I returned to the shore.
“Peter?” Stone and his companion asked upon my return.
“It seems we have a fight ahead of us. Do you think the other lost boys will help us?” My mind was wilting from what I had just witnessed. Captain Hook was vile, and his evil crew. We had to save that boy, along with the others.
“Of course!” they cheered.
“They are pirates, for certain, and the captain is using children to search for gems. He must be stopped.” I stood and placed my hands on my hips. “Ready?”
“Yes!”
Chapter Eighteen
Gwendolyn
Present Day
“Gwendolyn?” Meria asked, and I looked away from the island in the distance to focus on her.
“Sorry,” I said, bowing my head.
“You do not have to be sorry. Being back here–I am sure it is difficult.”
“I never thought I would come back here, that is for certain.”
“We will find him, help him repay whatever debt he owes, and then be back in Walden before we know it.”
“I hope so,” I whispered, a sad smile on my lips.
Meria gave a hopeful smile and patted my arm. She was so kind, and I was grateful to her.
“Wendy!”
I turned to see Michael behind me with a cup of tea. While hearing him call me Wendy used to annoy me, hearing him say it, then, somehow made me feel closer to my brother. I was grateful he was there.
“Thirsty?” he asked, handing the cup to me. I took it, gratefully, and drank the warm liquid. Being on the sea made me so unsteady as I shifted with the ship, but I was proud of myself for not spilling a drop.
“I need to find Dominick. I think we should try to sail to the island,” Meria said, giving a smile to Michael as a greeting.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Are you all right?” Michael asked me as Meria walked across the deck and over to her husband.
I took a deep breath.
“I miss Peter. But being back here—”
“I am sure being back hereisa bit terrifying,” Michael interrupted.
“It was not my favorite experience, even if it did bring Peter and me closer to each other.”
“Of course, I am sorry,” Michael said with a soft smile. I knew Michael was not like my parents, but I had never spent so much time with him as I had over the previous few months. There was more goodness and kindness inside of him than I had realized. “And Wendy, you know Mother. She says things, but they are not true.”
I looked up into his blue eyes, a similar shade to mine.
“Thank you, Michael.”
