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In the swirl of passion	By : Lywhn Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 35043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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EPILOGUE

It was dark and cold outside as Smee stepped on the snowy deck. He felt tipsy and tired, and the clean air did nothing to ease his drunken condition. It was still snowing, and the white finery sloshed under his boots as he steadied himself at the mast. He glanced at the island that lay in a foggy white cover, sleepy in the stiff waves. But it looked peaceful, and his ancient Celtic blood felt an odd sensation. Something was in this cold air, he could have sworn it.
Suddenly, there was a crash from the other side of the ship, and a gentle jolt made the Jolly Roger shiver. What the name of --? Curious and a bit nervous, he crossed to the rail that faced the away from the island and stared down into the frozen water. There was it again: a crack and a crash that seemed to come from the bottom of the sea. And then he saw it: the first small split in the ice, growing wider. The clouds began to part, and silvery moonlight showered onto the magical island and the ship, glistened in the water that was visible now in the break of the ice, that seemed to begin at the ship and continued far out into the open sea.
“God Lord,” the old Irishman whispered. “What is that witchery?”
“No witchery,” a gentle female voice said in his back, “but fate’s mercy.”
Startled, he spun around and gripped the rail as the ship seemed to whirl around him. A beautiful young woman stood several paces away from him. Long silver-golden hair seemed to float in the cool breeze, and a long white dress, which seemed too insubstantial for this weather, hung airily down to her bare feet. Big blue eyes sparkled with amusement, while a zephyr exposed her pointed ears.
As she moved toward him, he could see transparent wings and – at last – he recognized her. “YOU?” he gasped and rubbed his eyes under his spectacles, as if he wanted to make sure if he was dreaming or not. Her silver-bell laugher danced around him, and the old Irishman felt the urge to sink onto his knees, as he looked at the human-size fairy-queen – too beautiful to bear for human eyes.
She reached out to him and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. “You’ve done your job well, my friend. Fate has found its way, and is finally fulfilled. The circle is closed.” Her voice wasn’t in his mind this time.
“Which circle? Which fate?” He wished he’d paid closer attention when he’d seen the fairy before.
She laughed again and pointed toward the sea. “Your time in Neverland is at an end. The link between him” she nodded toward the captain’s quarters “and the island broke the moment his soul was bound to its mate by the eternal kiss. He is free – and with him, so are you all.”
Still not comprehending what The Lady meant, he simply followed her gesture – and his mouth fell open as he saw the wide crack in the ice, a pathway wide enough for the ship to pass through. “Go,” the fairy-queen smiled. “Go and find the peace you crave, child of Eire.”
Smee blinked, and even his clouded mind started to realize what her words meant. “We—we’re free?” he whispered? “Free from this island?”
“Yes.” She bent forward and whispered in his ear. “If I were you, I would call my comrades out quietly and set sails. Don’t disturb the love-birds.” She nodded again in the direction of the captain’s quarters.
Now considerably more sober, Smee grinned uncertainly. “Indeed I shall, uh, shall not, I mean --” And then the full meaning hit him. “We are FREE!” he shouted, and then – to his and her surprise – he pulled her close and gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.
For a moment the fairy-queen looked shocked at him, then she giggled. “Typical crazy Irish!” She lifted a hand and threw a whole handful of fairy-dust at him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, he saw her before him, hand-sized as a fairy should be. “Farewell, child of Eire. I give you all the luck you’ll ever need!” With that she vanished into the darkness of that special night.
Smee needed a moment to collect himself before life returned into him. Then, as quickly as possible, he ran to the common-room and the crew quarters, waking them all and chasing them up to the icy deck. “Into the riggings with ye!” he whispered fiercely and showed no forgiveness for any hangovers. But when the men realized why their boatswain forced them to work at this forlorn time, and seeing the path through the ice, they were awake within seconds.
Not as quickly as usual, but still with a renewed energy, they made the ship ready to sail, lifted the anchor and set sails. As the mighty galleon found its way through the break in the ice, Smee stood at the bow and watched around them with wary eyes.
Cookson approached him, still limping. “Look t’ere!” he grumbled and the Irishman followed the index finger of the ship’s cook. His eyes widened as he saw far away the shadow of a ship, sailing in the direction of Neverland. Both men exchanged glances, and Smee nodded finally. “The boy needs an enemy, and Hook is no longer his foe.”
Cookson shrugged. “Good luck to them, the poor devils!”
They both laughed, and their laughter was good to hear as the Jolly Roger sailed into the open sea, ready to face new adventures, adventures which had become possible because of the swirl of passion their captain and his lady had found in each other.

The end.

Author’s note

Dear readers,
this is the end of this looooong story. I hope it is an end you all like. Thank you so much for the many reviews, which have encouraged me to go on, and thank you for your silent acceptance of the one or other grammar-mistake or unusual choice of words. It wasn’t that easy to write such a long story in an foreign language, even if it has been fun.

I maybe will write a sequel to this story, but first I have another project to do, for what several e-mail-friends asked - also Peter Pan.

For all of you who like my story: In January 2006 I will start to publish another Peter Pan-story on fanfiction.net – as well under my pen-name Lywhn.
It will be titled “Battle for Neverland” and will be NOT an adult-story or has any link to this story, but I hope you'll not mind. It starts a half year after Peter had brought the Darling-children back to London. As Mrs. and Mr. Darling have a business-trip to Scotland and Aunt Millicent takes care of the children, Peter leads them back to Neverland, where shortly after their return the whole mess starts. Peter and the magical island are getting in big danger, and to safe the day our little hero has to work together with his mortal enemy: Hook.
Yes, of course he will be in this story as well and there will be several amusing scenes between the two, as well as several nice and sweet scenes between our favourite pirate-captain and Wendy (no adult-stuff, after all in this story she is still a child!).
There will be adventure and humour with all our well-know characters, as well as new ones. Dark creatures (the servants of the Dark Wizard, who threats the land of eternal childhood) and jolly little guys, who mix up the whole thing and rob our heroes the last nerves. Oh, and there will be Elves as well (yes, I love Lord of the Rings, and especially his depiction of the ‘beautiful people’).
So if you want to know more, then visit the fanfiction.net-page in January (and the fallowing months) and I would be pleased to hear from you all again.
Love you all
Lywhn
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