CatB: Wrote this for my Creative Writing class a few months ago and decided I might as well post it on here for others to enjoy. So...enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own neither Peter Pan nor Pirates of the Caribbean and am making no money off of this scene. It is purely for my own enjoyment.
Wendy Darling smoothed down her nightgown and resolutely made her way towards the strange-looking man. She shivered in the wind, wincing every time her bare feet met the chilly cobblestone. She walked until she was standing right beside him, and then, with every ounce of her courage, she pulled herself up as tall as she could.
"Excuse me, sir," she said bravely, hoping he could not hear the quiver in her high-pitched voice.
The man spun around quickly and peered down at her, causing Wendy to shrink back in fear. His gaze was slightly unfocused. "And where did you come from, lass?" he drawled, smirking at her in a most sinister fashion. "Lost your mum and dad, 'ave you?"
Wendy shook her head. "Not exactly, sir. I would just like to know where I am," she said loudly and clearly this time, looking at her feet so that she wouldn't be tempted to stare at his rotten teeth or the filthy red bandana covering his dreadlocks. "I've lost my way to Neverland, you see."
"Neverland!" the pirate snorted, then stopped himself. He leaned closer and said, "Can't help you there, luv, but if you're looking for a tavern and a couple o' drinks, Jack Sparrow's the man for the job." He indicated himself.
Wendy's eyes widened. "Alcoholic drinks, sir?" she asked nervously, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth and protection.
"Yeah, 'course the drinks is alcoholic!" The man called Jack nodded enthusiastically, then frowned. "Wait…wha's that?"
Wendy had clapped her hands over her mouth. "Dear me, no! What would Mother and Father say?"
Jack shrugged. "Yer loss, luv." He turned away.
"Wait, sir!" Wendy cried. "Do you know of a place where I might get warm?"
He faced her once more. "Listen, darling, I've already told you I can show you a bloody tavern. Anything else, you're on your own, you hear me?"
"Y-yes sir," Wendy stuttered, hurrying away.
Jack Sparrow looked after the little girl and sighed heavily. "I bloody hate kids."
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