~ Davina
A slight breeze breaks the intense heat of the sun streaming through the window. My eyes flutter open, and I squint against the light. I roll over, stretch and see the empty space next to me. After I killed Davy Jones, the Kraken disappeared, the crew and their new Captain went back to normal pirating, and Hook went back to Storybrooke. When we came back to Neverland, the Lost Boys got straight to building a campfire, while Peter took me straight to the waterfall so I could drink as much water as I needed to heal my wounds. After that, I could see how much Neverland had changed from the Elixir. After the hourglass was flipped, Neverland already looked better, but it felt temporary. Now, it feels undeniably eternal. Everything seems to glow. Even the Pixies came back. I haven't tried it yet, but Peter has been taking full advantage of being able to fly. I'll try it at some point, but not yet.
I sigh. My peace is disturbed by the uproar of the Lost Boys fighting outside under the window. Pan and I combined our rooms into one, accepting the fact that we click together, and that we're happier that way. But Peter changed with the Elixir. His dark side has almost diminished, there are still moments where I see Pan. The Shadow is powerless without Peter, and so It does everything Pan says. But Peter is more Peter now. He's happier and kinder, closer to the version everyone knows Peter Pan as in the 'real world'. I think he's embodied who he is. And I've accepted myself too.
I throw back the blankets, swing my legs out of bed and jump up, stretching again to shake off some residual tiredness. I walk over to the window and open the curtains, the warm breeze ruffling my white nightdress slightly. I see the Lost Boys fighting with sticks.
"I thought I taught you better than that!" I yell down jokily at them, smiling.
The Lost Boys look up at me and grin; Ricky turns his stick into a sword, with thanks to Neverland's stronger magic, and he pokes his best friend, Kyle, with it and they break out into a full-on sword fight. I close the curtains and change into my day clothes. I still have my old clothes, but they're so damaged and beaten-up I need to spend some time repairing them. So, instead, I have new clothes. I still have the same boots, but the rest has been revamped — a green vest, a new corset, leather trousers, a leather jacket instead of my cape and some new jewellery. It's symbolic. A new life so 'new me', I suppose. I clip on my scabbard with my sword and then slide down the staircase bannister to get to the kitchen. Peter is cooking breakfast, oblivious to my presence.
I tiptoe over to him, "Morning," I greet, kissing his cheek.
He jumps slightly, but then smiles, "Morning," he says, "sleep well?"
"Best night's sleep I've had since we came back. I didn't have any nightmares," I answer.
Ever since we came back, I've had a little bit of PTSD. Most nights I'm woken up by my memories of my time on The Flying Dutchman, but at a more twisted and amplified level. I sit up in bed, screaming and crying, and Peter has to wake me up from the nightmare and calm me down. He's been working on a potion to help calm that part of my brain, but he's had no luck so far. We'll find something soon. I almost slip into a deep daydream about that time with Davy Jones, but Peter places my plate of food in front of me, disrupting my train of thought.
"Stop thinking about it, Davina, you'll just make it worse," he says, knowing exactly what's going on in my mind.
"It's a bit hard when it's my most recent memory," I answer, a bit snappier than I intended.
"I know, but it'll all be fine soon. Trust me," Peter says mysteriously.
I dig into my huge breakfast — bacon, fried eggs, beans, toast and sausage — there's a reason for this. What's he up to? I don't know, but it's been that way ever since I came here.
"So much has changed since my first day here," I suddenly blurt out.
"Definitely — including me," he agrees.
"How so?"
"You made me a better person. You made everyone a better person. Even the Queen," Peter explains.
I feel a tiny blush warm my cheeks, but it fades quickly, "But I also brought a lot of issues..."
"Stop it. You have not been a bad influence. And I'm going to prove it to you. Eat your breakfast, get your bows and arrows and anything else you need," Peter says mysteriously again.
He finishes his breakfast, washes his plate and his cooking utensils before going outside and talking to the Lost Boys. I watch him with a raised eyebrow but then finish my food. I wash it up too and collect what he told me to from upstairs. I meet him outside, the Lost Boys nowhere to be seen.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"Put this on," Peter says and hands me a green, leather band.
"A blindfold?" I check and he nods, "Why?"
"Just put it on."
I sigh and tie it around my eyes. I feel unnerved by not being able to see anything. I feel Peter take my hand, pulling me forward. He puts his hands on my shoulders.
"Start walking, I've got you," he reassures and then guides me as I walk.
I can sense that we're walking downhill, down one of the paths recently revealed. Out of habit, I listen to my surroundings and count the steps to know the distance, and it's mainly the forest, but then the sounds change immediately. The beach. The waves softly rolling onto the sand, and swishing it away; the sounds of the water against the rocks and also how the sun is more intense, and how my feet sink slightly as I walk on the fine white sand of the Neverland. Peter makes us stop, he turns me to the left slightly by holding my waist.
"Okay, ready?" He says.
"Yep," I reply.
"Three...two...one!" Peter announces and whips the blindfold off.
I open my eyes and at first, I don't realise what I'm looking at.
It's a ship...
It's made of dark, glossed wood, with three huge sails and gold decorative features. The figurehead is a pixie, with short hair and a short dress and pom-poms on her shoes. The portholes are lined with gold. And the name, The Lost Immortal, is in gold.
"Really?" I say jokingly as I realise the name, turning to face him, "because that's not obvious at all."
"I was trying to make a nice gesture," Peter says.
"Have you learned nothing from your time with me?" I ask, resting my hands on his shoulders.
"So you like it?"
"I love it. Did you make it today?"
"Nope."
"What? When...?"
"The Boys and I have been building it ever since we came back, with help from the pixies and mermaids. Get on the ship and I'll explain more," Peter says with a smile.
We pull away from each other, Peter takes my hand and in a swirl of green smoke, we're in the centre of the deck. But I still see just a ship.
"So what's so special about this ship then?" I ask when Peter hops on board as well.
"Well, firstly, all those times I disappeared on 'business', and the Boys went on with their 'duties' while you were recovering, we were here, building this. I wanted to do it over a long period of time so it's absolutely perfect. For example, the wood is cannon-proof. If we ever find ourselves in battle, the wood re-seals itself so no time has to be wasted on repairs, with thanks to pixie dust. There's a hold, quarters for the boys and of course, your quarters," Peter begins and gestures to the door at the top of the stairs.
I walk up them, and Peter hands me a key; I take it and unlock the door. I push it and step in; inside is a large bed, a bookshelf, a few barrels probably filled with rum, a window seat that goes from end to end, a desk with ink and quills, a chest of drawers and two doors.
"Where do they go?" I ask.
"The one on the left is a bathroom, and the one on the right...well, go and see for yourself," Peter explains.
I do as suggested, and what I see excites me. It's just a map room, but it's not empty like they usually are. The walls are lined with maps of every realm, and in the centre is a replica of the map I stole from Regina, gave to him and then...stole...back...
"Um..."
"I memorised it, remember? Only, I made my own alteration to it. If you touch one of the lands, you can see what's going on, who's there, and if you touch a certain place in the land, for example, a castle, you can see inside it and if you need something from there, you know where to go and how to get to it," he explains.
"So, it's like an advanced, magical Google maps?" I ask.
"What?"
"Oh right...we're going to have to spend some time in the modern world. You've missed out on a lot," I say, patting his shoulder, "but there's one thing missing..."
Peter frowns, and I reach into my jacket pocket, bringing out my compass, slightly battered and beaten and tarnished. "I found it on The Flying Dutchman. It belonged to my father. He taught me how to navigate using it. So, it's only right that it goes right here..." I say, and click it into the groove on the mapping table.
"Perfect," Peter says and smiles, "but don't you need it up on deck?"
"Come on, let's go back out there. I have a plan," I say, taking his hand and pulling him back out to the deck.
I see the Lost Boys standing and ready on the deck, holding swords instead of clubs and sticks. I have a crew. I have a ship. All I need is a heading.
I jump down to the deck, cross it, head up the second set of stairs to stand at the helm with Peter in tow. He stands next to me, I turn to look at him and he's holding a Captain's hat. I smile, take it, and place it on my head.
"So Captain, do we have a heading?" Peter asks.
I take out another compass, one I stole from a certain infamous captain — it shows the direction to go in to get to what I want. It spins and points North-West.
"Boys, weigh anchor!" I yell and the Lost Boys run to raise the anchor, "and make speed!"
"Where exactly are we going?" Peter asks, wrapping his arms around my waist as we feel the ship straighten as the weight is lifted from Starboard.
The sails ripple open, and a gust of wind gets the ship moving, and the Boys run to their stations. I wait until we're a bit further away from Neverland's shore, watching the sparkling green island get smaller and smaller over our shoulders. I turn back and face forwards.
"I set the sails to Neverland, and now..." I begin, taking hold of the wheel, "I set our sails...to Atlantis."
- - THE END - -
A/N So that's the end!
When I started writing this fic, I didn't realise that it would get such an increase in reads, because it stayed at 6/7k for a long time. I almost didn't finish it and ended it at chapter 12 because I wasn't feeling inspired and that the story was dead, but here I am, at the EPILOGUE!
I'm so glad I did finish it - it turned out so much better than I expected! THANK YOU FOR 38K READS!
I was asked by a reader if Set Your Sails is finished (it is now) and if there would be a sequel.
Do you want a sequel? Would you read it? Would you want me to continue with the/an Atlantis story? Let me know!
I do have a few more fics lined up that I want to write, so a sequel might take a while as two of the fics are the last parts of my 'Monsters' trilogy. The first book is Only Monsters in Death and is [mostly] a completely original story that I created, with inspiration from The Vampire Diaries, books and TV show! I'm currently editing it, but it would really mean a lot if some of you read it! The second part is The Monster's Daughter and is more of a TVD fic, and the final part is a secret...for now!
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this story, share your thoughts in the comments! I love reading them ☺️. I'm going to proof-read the chapters, so ignore any updates you receive on earlier chapters.
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Lisa ♡♡♡
Bonus gifs for Davina v Shadow and talking to Pan