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about my need for answers because we’re fending for our lives right now and not because he’s in one of his has-to-keep-his-Lost-Boy-oath moments.
                  “And where exactly is our captain?” Justin snaps, slipping the dagger in his back pocket.
                  Tossing a weapon to him, Eiden grumbles, “Something about an idea. He asked us to hold down the ship for a minute so he could make a distraction for our getaway.”
                  Like the warrior I’m learning he is, Justin raises the crossbow and begins firing at Dark Watchers like in a bad carnival game. Mumbling, he grunts, “Make a distraction? Getaway? The last getaway plan he came up with landed us in that sand prison for three days!”
                  “Don’t remind me. I had sand in places I didn’t know existed,” Aiden calls out from behind something that looks like an oversized gun, but instead of typical, brass-colored bullets, they are white and sparkle like ice crystals, reminding me of what Justin said before I was kidnapped—we wouldn’t want Lola hurt or I guess Alex either. Heaven forbid Peter hurts his own flesh and blood.
                  “Sand prison?” My voice quivers.
                  “Remember the worms,” Eiden inputs.
                  “And those crabs,” Aiden recalls, his attention not diverting from his targets.
                  “How could I forget?” Justin shakes his head, firing as well. “I had so many poison bruises across my body that it took Tyger days to heal me.”
                  Eiden pauses for a minute and looks at Justin, “Didn’t she send her little sister to take care of you?”
                  “And didn’t the two of you spend the week on that secluded island?” Aiden puts his weapon down for a moment.
                  Justin smirks, pulling the trigger, his attention never leaving the enemy ship, “Told you I couldn’t forget ...”
                  Clearing her throat, Belle snaps them out of their reverie, causing Aiden and Eiden to get back on the defensive. She tosses me a crossbow, “Now would be a good time to see what you’re made of.”
                  Shaky, like it was the first time I ever picked one of these up, I allow Justin’s familiar words to ring in my ear as I dodge behind a pillar from an arrow. It’s just like a video game. With my back against the pillar, I lean around and quickly fire a bolt, landing it directly in the stomach of one of our foes. Immediately, he goes down, and I remember: I’m now a Lost Boy. I’m going to be doing this quite often.
                  “Week on an island, huh?” I shoot again as Justin’s face winces, wishing he hadn’t let all that information slip.
                  “It was a long time ago,” Justin tries to justify, reloading.
                  “It was like six months ago,” Belle states, refusing to let Justin get away from the lie.
                  “That’s a long time for me,” he tries to get himself out of the hole he’s dug. Quickly releasing his arrow, he states, “It’s over, though. Completely.”
                  Cockily, Peter lands on deck, wraps his arm around Belle, and asks, “Is everyone having fun?”
                  “Just a blast,” Justin ducks as a bullet grazes the collar of his jacket that I’m not a hundred percent sure I remember him wearing before. Annoyed, he yells, “That’s the second one they’ve ruined since this started!”
                  “Might I suggest you stop having wardrobe changes in the middle of a battle?” Peter slides a lollipop in his mouth.
                  “As soon as you stop having snack time,” Justin says, not looking as he fires another round, this time hitting two Watchers with one