Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 40 by queentakesjack22, literature
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 40
You watched with a feeling of apprehension in your stomach as Hook's longboat made its way steadily across the waves. You lifted a hand to your brow and squinted your eyes in an attempt at catching one last glimpse of the Jolly Roger, but you couldn't see the ship anywhere. You could only make out the faint bobbing of the little longboat in the distance. It looked so helplessly insignificant out there all alone in the middle of the endless expanse of blue and blackening waves.
Your entire encounter with Hook had left you unsettled. Aboard the Jolly Roger all you could think about was how to get back to Peter, but now you were troubled by the
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 39 by queentakesjack22, literature
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 39
You emerged from the stairs, stumbling on unsteady legs onto the main deck of the ship. The gusts of wind from being above-deck suddenly began roaring in your ears as your lungs inhaled the refreshing brine of the sea air. The comforting sounds of the sea which had been muffled below-deck suddenly came to life all around you in vigorous force. Somewhere in the distance the loud caws of seagulls filled the air like a broken chorus, adding a discordant harmony to the steady rhythm of the gentle lapping of the waves as they were pushed and pulled by the whim of the ever rising tide. The sun was almost finished setting on the horizon. The brillia
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 38 by queentakesjack22, literature
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Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 38
It took you quite some time to stop yourself from crying. The total wretchedness of the Darling children's life stories weighed heavily on your heart. How could this have happened? How could everyone have let this happen? Your mind kept asking you questions that you had no answers for. The worst one of all was what you were going to do next. Sometime in-between your sobs Hook had gently ushered you over to a hidden nook at the front side of the room, just a little away from the door. Your head had begun to throb from all the crying at that point and so you had barely registered that his bedroom had been hidden behind a black lacquered wall p
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