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"Back to London. John and I went with her, remember? She’s still there."

"Of course I bloody remember. That's when all the bullshit started- all because of your damn sister. How did you get back here?"

Yeah, I do. It’s better that way. The only thing you have to be responsible for is yourself. Ha, I was offered to join the devils and I would not consider you guys “loner freaks” but it’s whatever. 

You may think you're all you need, but at the end of the day when you're cornered against a tree, it'll be one verses four, or eight, or whatever amount it may be.  ...Who the fuck offered you to join the Devils?

"Something tells me that you don’t care to hear my answer, let alone listen for it so why waste our time in talking about it?"

"Who said I wouldn't care? I'm a curious creature with a love of learning about things, obviously."

Rowan might’ve believed that once, seeing the young child made up to look like monsters of horror stories, if he hadn’t seen his own version time and time again in his dreams. “I think you’re a child with a death wish.”

"You sure talk a lot for someone who doesn't know shit," Marmaduke scowled, his anger building with each second of contact with this man. He didn't believe him, nor was he fazed- it was quite irritating for the proud Devil. Instead of blowing up like usual, he inhaled slowly, crossing his pale arms over his chest as he glared up at the Pirate with utter disdain. "If I'm overstepping on your property, why are you chattin' with me instead of forcin' me to leave?"

"Hey! M’not a baby!" He sticks his tongue out at his brother.

"If you're not a little baby, you'd jump and you'd let me catch you. I won't let you fall, promise," He drew his hand over his heart, drawing a small cross with the tip of his finger before opening his arms again, "I'm going to count down, now. Three...two...."

Why wouldn’t I? From the looks of it, you’re alone. Not exactly the smartest move when there are monsters lurking about.

"I am the monster, Pirate, and I don't think I like you talkin' to me in such a nasty tone," He raised himself a little, "You think you're scarier than me?"

"No, I remember you. It was hard to forget any of the Lost Boys from back then."

I don’t need someone to banish me to know when I need to get out. I don’t look up to anyone. Yeah, I’m in a shit position right now, but it’s a hell of a lot better than being under Pan’s control.

You aren’t supposed to be here.

"Oh my fuckin' wow, how'd you come up with that conclusion? It's not like you'd do anything 'bout it, will ya?"

Ordinarily, Jukes was not in the habit of exploring Cannibal Cove. For though he trusted his ability to eviscerate a perpetually pubescent Devil or two, he didn’t so much trust himself up against an entire lot of them if they were to travel together. So, as it was, his visit to the Cove was planned to be a limited one. Crouched next to the edge of the bay, he extended his arm forward to collect the black-and-white banded sea snake that wriggled from the water. Though this serpent was not nearly as skilled as his precious mamba, Phantasm, she served her purpose well enough in collecting secrets about the Devils. With a small smile, he pocketed the snake and walked the course of the bay.

He's seen the man before on the Jolly Roger, staring down at the tides in silence like a mascot ghost for their shitty little ship. Not once has he ever seen the pirate open his mouth, but Duke was never one to pay attention to such trivial things. His eyes did scan the man as he walked closer, however, watching as the muscles rippled beneath his tattooed skin. A part of him wondered if the nameless male got such elaborate art simply because he wanted to look intimidating, and if that was the case, his urge to mock the man for his sad attempt- but Marmaduke had better manners than that. Instead, he took a long inhale from his smoke and drew himself up from his spot on the sand, shoving some of the little particles off of his arm grumpily. "Why'd you come from the Devils area?" He snapped as soon as the pirate got closer, placing his hands on his hips, "I'm sure you know damn well that your lot isn't allowed there. Hell, no one's allowed there 'cept cannibals and people who wanna die."

"Yes, you’re one of the twins. Duke, right?"

Stitch laid down in the sand as the water lapped around her feet. She had been swimming in the water of Cannibal Cove for what felt like hours and decided to rest before heading back to the other Lost Children. When the girl sat up she brushed the sand from her skin and looked around. She froze when her eyes landed on someone else nearby and the animal carcass beside him. A small frown creased her brow and she quickly turned her head when she realised that he was watching her. She began to gather her things before deciding that even though the stranger’s gaze unsettled her it shouldn’t cause her to leave. “You ‘right there?” she called out.