James pushed his fear aside, turned from the mirror, and with a theatrical flourish of his coat, he left his quarters to embark at last on his adventure. Trying to banish all fear and doubt from his heart. He was ready.

James clasped the pixie dust in his hand as he stood on the deck of the Jolly Roger. The full moon was bright in the sky, glowing behind the stunning and glittering London backdrop. He had never seen a night more lovely than this one. The sky sparkled with starlight, and his heart raced as he realized he was headed in that direction: to Never Land, the realm among the stars. It was as if he was seeing things more clearly now. He wasn’t sure if it was the pixie dust, but everything was more vivid, and the stakes felt higher. Maybe it was because he was finally and truly on his way to Never Land, or perhaps it was the magic in the air, but he felt more alive than he had when he was trapped in his old life. And now he could venture anywhere he liked without guilt or obligation to his family. His only obligation was to Lucinda, to capture and bring Tinker Bell back to her. A small price to pay to get what he truly longed for.

A small price to pay for a wonderful life.

“How hard could it be to capture a fairy?” he said as he emptied the little vial of fairy dust onto the palm of his hand. He took a deep breath and then blew the dust upward toward the sails. Floating magically on the wind, the sparkling dust spiraled up into the night, making the sails glitter.

“Take your positions, gentlemen, we are going to Never Land!” he said, pointing to the sky, where the glittering dust moved up and mingled with the stars. The ship sailed forward, then took flight, riding on the magic dust. “To the second star on the right!” he yelled to Skylights, who was at the helm. James stood on the deck marveling at the sights. They were surrounded by clouds; the moon seemed to take up the entirety of the sky. James’s coat blew in the breeze, and as they sailed higher and higher his heart grew lighter. It was as if the closer to Never Land he came, the less he was burdened by the worries and sorrows that weighed on him when he was in London, or in the Many Kingdoms for that matter. He was starting to feel young again, and untethered. He had never felt more excited in his life, and before he knew it, and well before he expected it was morning, and he realized they had sailed too high. Never Land was below him, but he was so happy to see it at this vantage point. The sight of it took his breath away; he was home at last.