Before Peter Pan lived on Neverland there were others. James was the first who lived alone until he and his fairy, Flare, met Lily. The two of them started a home for the lost boys and girls who ended up on Neverland, all accompanied by a lovely fairy. James was the accepted leader of the children who lived in the woods, and they all knew to stay friendly with each other because the more you think and feel like a grown up, the faster you will become one. Then a child is brought to the island, a baby who is more angry than any other child. He grows into a boy fast, and an arrogant boy at that, who claims to be the leader of the "lost boys." James enters into a downward spiral where he looses his fairy to a non-believing moment, his only girl he ever loved to the sea where she lives as a mermaid, and his best friend Lily to the plateau where her skin grows red and she calls herself Tiger. James ages quicker than ever as he tried to find a way to bring down peter pan.
Flare may have brought him somewhere to be happy and be a little boy forever, but she made sure to always remind him of what he left. He left a woman who had his life planned out for him, that would never let him be a child who can run and play and live; he would have to go to school and grow up quickly and work for the rest of his life. Parents make children when they fall in love, but their love is quickly turned to power when they learn that it is their choice where the child goes to school and who their child socializes with. Flare explained countless times that he is free on the island to stay young and avoid the responsibility of growing old. And so he did stay with Flare, who loved him like a mother, and stayed a young boy.
Slowly he slipped off his shirt keeping it as balanced as possible while he did so. Using one hand on the collar and the other at the bottom of the shirt, he tipped it backwards, mimicking that he was laying back into the sand to possibly nap as well. The consistent orange light told him that Flare didn’t notice anything strange and was still fast asleep in the pocket of the shirt. While the sun was still high, James ran to the ocean, loosing his dry clothes as he did to swim and find something of interest. The water was cool, refreshing, and a welcome change from the dry heat. He did not take his time running it and with each step the water grew higher and higher until his foot hit something hard and his surprise caused him to stop running. The waves moved back and forth, the water level starting near his the bottom of his sternum and rising to his chin.
The boy wiggled his toes a bit to try and examine the object without sight; round and smooth and colder that the water it lays it. if he moved to the right he lost the object, but if he moved to the left there was a chain of some kind that ran from it. Like some kind of primate he clenched his toes around the chain and felt it grab, then pulled it up out of the watter. A pocket watch, though it seemed to have molded shut. James had seen it happen once before when hew as young with a piece of glass at the ocean. His mother said the small pieces of sand washing the glass day after day make it smooth and dull; his mind connected the two things and regardless of the scientific facts to prove that they are not related, James choose to believe that sand has welded the pocket watch shut. As he made his way out of the water he tried to open it to no success. He made no emotion towards it, the watch probably stopped working long ago anyway. Like he, the watch will keep it’s time forever.
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Then again, just as the night before, he heard a loud TICK TOCK come from behind the beach. Suddenly he knew what he could do to feel more at peace tonight. He headed back towards his room, quietly but much more quickly than the time before he made he way there to grab the pocket watch he was unable to open before. It sat there still on his shelf closed. James grabbed it and made his way out of the room again, and once he was out of the underground house he began to ran up to the cliff side to look at the large clock.
When he got there he felt goosebumps run down his back. The two loud noises were indeed the clock moving just a bit. The hand which used to lie between the two and three was now two notches closer to the three than before. He started at them, his fingers moving around the watch as though it was on fire in his hand. Softly he touched it to the larger grandfather clock and nothing happened, he tapped it harder and still it would not open. Finally, it a moment of ange and rage he rammed it into the wood of the clock, and with another loud TICK TOCK the pocket watched opened.
Out of sheer surprise, James dropped the watch and let it fall into the earth open, it’s time mirroring the time on the larger grandfather clock. The watch did not tick, nor did it tock, it’s hands lay on it’s face still and unmoving. As though it might spring up at him, James moved back towards the pocket watch slowly and, as soon as he remember that no inanimate objects can hurt even on a magic island, he picked it up again. He shut it’s little pocket watch door and was able to open it again with ease, the time remaining the same each time. As his eyes flickered back and forth between clocks, the sun began to rise as it always does in the same timely fashion. Perhaps it was a sign, that clocks can say whatever they want, but the sun will always rise and a new day will always come no matter what.