Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24405835-20140117135544/@comment-14800267-20140118173514

By the time they got to the train station Esmee's apprehention had cooled off and the buzz of excitement had taken its place. There were students filing in across the lawn, headed towards what looked like a flying train. He excitement redoubled. Jane, however, was far less impressed

"What the fu-"

"Captain!" Esmee quickly scolded, looking around quickly for teachers "Don't want another detention, do we?" She giggled nervously, dodging her Captain's malicious look.

"They don't expect me to go on that... land... air thing." Jane hissed, slowing her steps as the got closer. Esmee stifled a grin. She knew her Captain had a contempt for anything that didn't float, but she seemed genuinely edgy about the flying train. Esmee schooled her look into one of complete oblivious innocence

"I expect they think Captain Hook will be mighty fine adventuring no matter her vessel."

She hit her mark. Jane straightened and she took on the aspect of one brutally determined. "Yes. Indeed. Quite right Esmee." She smoothed out her skirts and headed for the strange transportation at a stiff pace. Esmee sighed with relief, hefting her bag to a more comfortable hold.

Relief was short lived, however.

Several paces from the train, Jane stopped dead, dropping her bag. Esmee collided uncerimoniously into her back. She was cushioned by their voluminous skirts, but still managed to lose her balance and end up on the ground, wincing in expectation of her Captain's wrath at her clumsiness.

But it didn't come.

Insead Jane stood ramrod straight, eyes wide and terrifyingly dialated, her pallour, already pale, had gone dead white.

"Where is it?" She whispered, her hand creeping across her midriff and to the hoster of her pistol. "Where?"

Esmee was nonplussed "Captain... wha..?" "SHH!" She didn't manage to finish her question before she was hushed.

Then she heard it.

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock....

'Oh... Oh no, Captain, that's just the station clock. There ain't no crocodiles here..." She struggled to her feet, desperately looking around to make sure there were no students nearby. Unfortunately there were many, and they were all making for the train. The train that was a few feet away. They had almost made it. She could have cursed.  "Please Captain, the train is just there..."

Click. The safety was off the pistol. Esmee thanked small mercies that Neverland never developed into the modern age and flintlock pistols, with their single shot, had not been superceded by barreled firearms.

"Captain! It's the clock! It's right there! There ain't NO crocodiles here!" She begged, knowing form many many other occasions it was no use reasoning with ANY of the Hook family when they snapped into this semi psychotic fixated mode. Crocodiles, Pan...it was the same with the pair of them, James and Jane.

"That's what it wants you to think!" Jane hissed, telltale red in her eyes. Esmee just ducked and sent her prayers to the Lady Sea that nobody would die this time.

Someone or something stepped around a shubbery and the pistol cracked in the morning air.

((Whatever or whomever it was and hit or miss is entirely up to anybody who wants it ;) ))