Peter Pan flew away.

Byron and Hook looked at the child's hurried departure with some worry, and then looked at each other.

"I always feel like he's going to cry."

Hook frowned worriedly at first, but after realizing that his position was not quite right, he hesitated a little, and his tone sounded a bit covert: "He is also a child after all."

"..."

Byron turned to look at him, with a hint of helplessness in his mint green eyes: "Hook, has anyone ever said that a guy like you is not suitable to be a pirate at all?"

His temper is too good, isn't it? Should he be said to be someone with the ability to become Peter Pan?

"But that's my role in this story."

Hook shook his head, lowered his eyes, and said with a sigh: "When Neverland was first designed by me, it was actually a playground for children. When children carry out adventure stories in it, of course they also need

Villain."

There is no doubt that on Never Island, pirates are the eternal villains. Children drive away pirates, and pirates want to kidnap children. It is like the hands on a clock, constantly carrying out an endless cycle and chase.

"It's because pirates are part of Neverland that I can rediscover Neverland: after all, I'm not really an Indian, a mermaid and a child, am I?"

Hook shrugged, looking very relaxed, but those dark blue eyes were so calm that they were melancholy, making people think of forget-me-nots blooming on the sea for no reason.

"Haven't you always wanted to know my past?"

Mr. Pirate slightly adjusted his large pirate hat, and his smile looked like a sharp sarcasm, but the look in his eyes was so gentle that there was no trace of aggression: "I never wanted to say it before, but now I say it

That’s fine.”

"In this way, at least someone can remember this terrible and stupid story... If I can survive, I should write an autobiography? Although no one may believe that this story has really happened in this world.

"

Perhaps it was because Byron was unreliable as a friend, but he always made people feel relaxed and at ease. Hook gradually began to talk more, and was no longer the dull and reserved person he was at the beginning.

"Yo."

Byron raised his eyebrows, reached out to push aside the branches that stretched out diagonally, and said in a brisk tone: "That's pretty good. I especially like those deviant stories, and the weirder they look, the better. For example, I am now

I’m just curious about your age – have you really lived for more than a hundred years?”

The weeds and branches of Never Island always grow extraordinarily freely in the jungle, blending into a mess of bright colors. When the two of them walked inside, they looked like they were walking in a dream picture book that a child had scribbled out at random.

The chat between the two people is also very casual, almost talking about whatever comes to mind. They also know that each other will not care.

"It's not like there are no transcendents who have lived for hundreds of years in Britain. And the knowledge of occult science should be very popular there - especially aspects related to alchemy."

Hook blinked, as if he thought of something interesting, with a slight smile in his voice: "Both the Philosopher's Stone or the Wine of Immortality can make people live forever. I met a man who gave me the Philosopher's Stone.

people."

The hook on his right hand was slightly raised, hooking away a section of the vine, and said in a brisk tone, "But I think you won't like either of these."

"Why do you like it? Why do you have to live persistently?"

Byron yawned indifferently, narrowed his mint green eyes slightly, and said unceremoniously: "Every second a person breathes, his life will disappear for a second."

"Human beings exist on earth at the expense of their lives."

At this moment, Byron really had a pensive temperament like a poet, and his voice became deeper: "You will watch the remaining heat drain and solidify little by little over time, and when everything is worn away, then

A long period of time is just a repetition of one's previous actions, acting as a shadow of the past."

What is eternal life?

It means having an extremely long life to pursue dreams that humans cannot achieve in just a hundred years, and also gradually losing almost all love and enthusiasm for dreams over time.

Human love cannot last too long, and perhaps only Peter Pan, who is set as a "child's hero" with supernatural powers, can guarantee that he will not be changed by time.

And of course, there's Hook.

"So, those who can play fairy tale roles regardless of whether they have grown up or not, and no matter how much time has passed, are also very enviable, Hook."

The red-haired Transcendent rubbed his fingers and suddenly felt like lighting a cigarette. However, due to the actual conditions, he could only sigh with regret, and then asked with a smile: "So - you really don't want to tell me.

Your real name?"

The pirate captain raised his head, looked at the man beside him who was smiling lazily and openly at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally replied in a very free and easy voice: "James Barry."

"To be more precise, James Matthew Barry. It's a pleasure to meet you by this name, Lord Byron."

James Barry actually didn't want to mention his name, but as he said before, he had decided to tell his story before facing his final fate.

Although he stubbornly believed that the appearance of Peter Pan and Neverland was his own fault, he did not want this children's fairy tale to leave the world with him.

——He cannot deny the significance of Neverland, nor does he want to deny it. In any case, this island does carry a fantasy dream of his childhood.

"The birth of Neverland and Peter Pan is actually a bit ridiculous... Awakening your powers too early is not a good thing, because it often represents the possibility of abuse."

Hook put a child on his shoulders and walked towards the ship with Byron, his voice slightly regretful and confused.

The story begins with a child who lost his brother.

His mother was unwilling to accept this fact and asked the child to wear his brother's clothes, pretending that the man was still there, pretending that her child had not died yet, and just stayed with her as a boy forever.

But the child has gradually become tired of the life of coaxing his mother as a substitute. As he gradually grows up, he begins to think about his own meaning in this family, and even begins to fear the adults who regard him as his brother.

He longed to escape, long to escape his identity, long to fly away from that home completely.

He also envied his brother, who would always be a child. He would not grow up, become an adult, and would not see his mother's terrifying appearance.

It would be nice if I never grew up.

It would be great if I could fly.

It would be nice if I could stay away from adults.

"So one day, I opened the window and thought about flying, and I actually flew."

Hook let out a short chuckle from his throat, but the expression on his face was distorted - he really didn't know how to laugh anymore.

"I was Peter Pan at that time. I flew for a long time, and finally stopped on a small island, and decided to make this island a paradise for children."

This is how Neverland was born.

He flew around, taught those children who had been carelessly lost, abandoned, or abused by people to fly, took them to Never Island, and played and laughed happily with them all day long.

Peter Pan has become the hero of all children. He is lively and cheerful, has 10,000 beautiful and wonderful ideas every day, and has many lovely stories. And he will always be a child and will never become an adult who abandons them.

.

At that time, Never Island was full of laughter.

"Later I discovered that my powers became more and more powerful during this period of time..."

When James Barry said this, he paused slightly and did not continue.

They had already arrived at the side of the pirate ship at this time. Both of them had a tacit understanding and did not consider putting children on another ship, although they knew that there was someone who was very good at taking care of children.

"Thanks to your idea, I think what we look like now can perfectly match the imagination of ordinary people about human traffickers, Mr. Byron."

The pirate captain asked his trembling pirates to carry the children up, took a cigarette out of his pocket, bit it in his mouth without lighting it, and said in a vague voice.

"What's wrong?"

Byron leaned over very familiarly, reached out and picked up a cigarette from the other person's pocket, lit it with a flame skillfully, took a deep breath into the smoke, and curved his eyes in a happy arc: "Don't even think about it,

What are we? Pirates and bastards! Isn’t it normal to kidnap and traffic children?”

"If you are able, go ahead and say this to Mr. Kitahara."

James Barry glanced at him and complained.

"Impossible! It's impossible for me to die! What would Beihara think of me if he knew this? I'll be embarrassed to climb onto Beihara's bed in the future!"

The Transcendent first shouted in protest, then melancholy flipped up his flame-red hair, looking at his own shadow on the sea and feeling pity for himself:

"Oh, Beiyuan, why are you Beiyuan? Why is the light on your body as dazzling as the portrait of the Virgin Mary? It makes people feel so inferior that they dare not express their feelings to you, for fear of..."

"Ahem, actually from what I heard with my own ears, you have 'confessed' to him no less than nineteen times."

Mr. Pirate felt his eyes twitching, and quickly interrupted the other party's increasingly outrageous operatic accent. His mood felt a little subtle and complicated for a moment: "And... I think he should also know what kind of person you are.

?”

"Huh?" Byron blinked his clean and clear mint green eyes and looked over with an innocent face, "So what kind of person am I? Am I considerate?"

"...Stop being scary, Mr. Byron."

"What? You actually think I'm not considerate enough! Did I comfort you by adjusting the atmosphere before and comfort you in vain? You are deliberately trying to make a top British transcendent unhappy! I want to tell my parents... No, I

Go and file a lawsuit with Beiyuan immediately!"

"Hey, why do you think Beihara is your parent? Didn't you say you wanted to climb into bed before?"

"I don't care! Anyway, you bullied me! The kind that failed me in my previous relationship with you!"

Byron protracted his voice aggrievedly, and looked at the other party with widened mint green eyes. For a moment, they looked a bit like cat's eyes. The word "accusation" was written all over his face.

It looked like he had been greatly slandered.

It was a very exaggerated expression, but when James Barry met those eyes, he actually felt inexplicably guilty inside, and even had some doubts about whether the other party was acting.
To be continued...