The pirate bent down and picked up a dried leaf. He clenched his hand slightly, but he couldn't help but let go the moment he realized what he was doing.

Dead leaves represent death.

Peter Pan is a newborn bird in this world, and a dead bird. He would rather resist growing up in this way.

Barry didn't know how he left holding the last thing left by the child.

He just held the leaf blankly and looked at the little fairy who suddenly fell to the ground and was even more dizzy. He reached out and put her in his pocket. He didn't know where he was going until he almost hit her.

It was only when we reached the mast that we finally came to our senses.

"are u there?"

He looked at the sky, and then asked about his own powers in a trembling voice, not sure if he wanted an answer.

In fact, no one responded to him.

The supernatural power flowed silently in his soul, like a silent river.

The pirate blinked blankly, and suddenly couldn't tell what he was feeling.

His fate was over. He finally succeeded in killing Peter Pan. The flames representing revenge and hatred were doused with cold water and extinguished completely, but it seemed that his heart suddenly became empty.

What else is he going to do now? What else can he do?

Barry was silent for a while, and finally planned to fulfill the child's last wish one by one: although he didn't know whether what Peter said was serious or not.

After all, he had been away from his child for so long that he even forgot how to laugh and what kind of person Peter Pan should be.

He is probably the person in the world who least understands his own abilities and his children.

The pirate adjusted his hat. Every step he took seemed steady and firm, making no sound.

He dug out the telescope from under the mast and put the little fairy inside the tube. He planned to discuss the placement of the little guy with Byron then. Then he went down to the cabin again and told the pirates to take good care of the child.

Finally, he boarded another ship with a complex emotion that he couldn't describe. The first thing he saw was Byron, who was watching the sea with his children.

The Transcendent wore a gray-blue windbreaker today, and the hem of the coat was flapping in the air, and his short fiery red hair was blown up by the strong wind blowing from the bow of the ship, like flames puffing in the wind.

It seems that no matter how much time passes, this person will always maintain the appearance of such a bright and flamboyant young man.

"Hey, Ba...Hook!"

Byron turned his head in the wind and noticed him, so a smile that seemed too bright and brilliant broke out on his face. There was a bit of lazy teasing in his mint green eyes. He reached out and took Anthony into his arms.

.

"Just now I was talking to Anthony about his new friend, the kid named Peter Pan. I don't know where he has gone now, do you know?"

Byron blinked at him happily and asked lazily. The sunlight shone on his green pupils, like brilliant gems tinged with fire.

The Transcendent really didn't like Peter Pan who had done many bad things, but after discovering that he seemed to be a child who didn't understand anything, his impression of him was somewhat better, and he was even willing to help Anthony.

Peter Pan in particular was pretty good to the kid.

Although he also despises "ignorance as a reason for making mistakes", this does not prevent him from being a little softer when facing those who do not have any malicious intentions.

"This."

The pirate lowered his hat subconsciously, avoided Byron's pure and dazzling eyes, and said calmly:

"Of course he ran away to play without knowing it. This guy doesn't report to anyone when he goes out. How do I know where this kid will go? Do you want me to look for him one by one?"

He deliberately looked at the sea, as if he was completely fascinated by the shimmering waves on the sea, almost unable to take his eyes away.

Anthony held his own rose, tilted his head, and said "Hey" with some regret, feeling a little disappointed that his friend could not come to give it to him.

What's more important is...

"He also said that he wanted to come to me to build building blocks. I didn't tell him the story of Peter Rabbit... I also didn't invite him to have a meal with the children on the island, nor did I invite them to play.

"

The blond child blinked and finally lowered his head, his voice sounding frustrated.

If it had been before, he would not have cared about it, and would have happily said, "Then I will wait for him." But after tonight, he will go home.

Even if Peter Pan could fly, he would not be able to fly to the realm of the universe and stars. In this way, all the promises between them would be in vain.

——He betrayed another agreement he made with someone else.

"That's right, children are like little birds, flying around and no one knows where they are."

Byron seemed to realize something, so he raised his eyebrows slightly, then continued to hold Anthony in his arms with a playful smile, reached out and pinched his face, and said in a brisk tone:

"A well-behaved cub like Anthony is a rare breed. My telescope, you know, right? It just learned to fly yesterday, but when I woke up this morning, I didn't know where it had flown."

The corners of James Barry's mouth twitched, and he lowered his eyes subconsciously, silently glancing at the telescope he held tightly in his hand.

No, I think what you mean is that the telescope has probably not learned to fly yet, it just attracted an external power source that can fly.

"Oh, you're talking about this telescope? Did you know there's a fairy growing in it?"

So the pirate looked at this superhuman who was obviously deliberately trying to make the topic lighter, shook his head with a smile, raised the telescope in his hand, and asked in a teasing tone.

He didn't smile very well, but Byron's attention was completely attracted by the brass telescope that was suddenly raised. His mint green eyes suddenly opened wide, showing a clear look of surprise.

"Oh, dear - I didn't expect you to be so advanced that you could grow such magical creatures!"

The Transcendent snatched the telescope back, then put it grandly on his face, sobbed with emotion, ran to the observation deck and stumbled around in a circle:

"You are truly the fruit of my friendship with Shelley. I love you so much. From today on, I declare that you are the most outstanding telescope in the world!"

"Be careful, don't knock the fairy inside out. Even if you hit the lens inside, it won't be good."

Barry kindly reminded him, but looking at Byron, who still looked very excited, he finally shrugged helplessly, squatted down, and looked at the quiet child next to Byron with serious eyes.

The little prince was burying his face among the roses, and his black eyes looked wet, like obsidian soaked in a lake reflecting the stars and night.

He suddenly felt that he was a very bad child: he kept breaking promises, never really fulfilled his promises with others, and always made promises that he was unable to keep.

At this moment, he felt a rough hand touching his head.

The other party's movements were light and cautious. It seemed as if he was worried that he might hurt himself if he was not careful.

Anthony raised his head in confusion and saw the pirate looking at him gently.

"I saw him this morning. Peter asked me to tell you for him. He has been busy with a lot of things recently and can't come to you to play and build blocks. But he wants you to help keep it for him."

Barry hesitated for a few seconds before speaking like this, and then when Byron laughed loudly, he reached out and hugged him, and the corners of his lips twitched into a very bitter smile.

"I'm sorry he missed the appointment. It's not your fault."

He looked at the sad child with his eyes that were as dark as forget-me-not flowers and said this.

"sorry."

Anthony looked at him in a daze, with tears still in his eyes, but he smiled in the end.

"Thanks."

His ears were red, and he thanked a little embarrassedly. He felt that he had caused the adults to worry about him inexplicably, so he simply reached out and hugged the other person, and then hurriedly ran away from the deck with his Miss Rose.

He is going to find Beiyuan.

He is no longer so confused: instead of being lost here, it is better to stay with Kitahara and Kaede for a while longer on this last day.

Only two adults were left on the deck. Barry looked at Byron, who was still cheering and jumping up and down, and planned to go to the cabin to have a look, and maybe get a breakfast.

But just when he was about to go down the stairs, he suddenly heard the brisk voice of the Transcendent: "By the way, can you fly now, Barry?"

His steps stopped subconsciously.

Barry was silent for a while, and then replied in a relaxed and cheerful tone: "Never Island's superpower can't make anyone fly."

Byron didn't speak, just turned around and looked at the pirate quietly with his mint green eyes.

"Only the happy, innocent, heartless can fly, Byron. And..."

Barry looked at the unusually calm Transcendent, sighed silently in his heart, and said.

"Oh, in that case, I think I can fly."

Byron blinked and suddenly interjected. He seemed to have returned to his usual confident self: "Look at me, isn't this enough for me?"

However, the pirate was not deceived by him this time. He just looked at him softly and returned his gaze with a little sadness and sigh:

"Do you really think that you are cheerful, innocent, and heartless, Byron?"

Of course, Byron is a flying bird.

But he is a bird with a broken wing, a bird on a chain, a bird going to challenge the most terrifying storm. He is also a poor guy who even he feels that he is destined to fall from the sky one day.

Such a being, even if he sings happy tunes ten thousand times on the sea, will not be happy, innocent, and heartless enough to fly.

When Anthony ran down to find Beitahara and Kaede, the traveler had just woken up. He was just wearing a loose gown and was drawing a picture by the window.

"Kitahara!" Anthony raised his head, ran over happily, and immediately threw himself into the arms of the adult who turned around helplessly and opened his arms to him, touching his face affectionately.

Just like before.

"Sorry, I got up a little late today."

Beihara and Feng looked away embarrassedly and coughed, stretched out their hands to hold the child in their arms, ran their slender fingers through each other's soft blond hair, and finally leaned on the top of his head, letting out a gentle laugh: "How is the sun today?
To be continued...