Chapter One
It was a sunny day in Neverland, and the lost boys were out on a hunting trip for Indians. Peter was finally alone, if you could call it being alone, because Tink was always by his side. He took a sip of the drink next to him. Peter said "You know Tink, I think I miss Wendy too much, maybe I should go and get her and her brothers," he paused, "She was really fun to be around." Tinkerbell glowed slightly red and said something in pixie language that only Peter understood. "Aw, come on Tink! I don't like her that way. She is just too… well, girlish you might say. It's not like I am going to stay there!" Tinkerbell shouted something back. Oh, Tink, I know you don't like Wendy, but she is my friend." Peter replied. Tinkerbell shouted something very loud but all you could hear wear ringing bells. Peter gasped "Tink, why do you have to say such bad things about Wendy? You even tried to kill her when she first came!" She smiled and added what seemed like a very rude remark. "Tink!" Peter cried, "For saying such rude things I am banishing you for a week!" Tinkerbell turned beet red and flew off, scorching several leaves in the process.
"Well good riddance to you I say!" Peter shouted at her rapidly disappearing back. Peter thought he saw red in a bush near him, but didn't think anything of it. After all, Captain Hook had been off the job for about a week. Peter smiled inwardly at the thought of when he recently gave the captain a concussion. He was thinking of getting Wendy that minute, but decided she could wait until he took a short nap. Peter went inside and settled down for his nap in one of the hammocks. He fell asleep even before his head touched his pillow.
Tinkerbell flew away, red with anger at Peter's words. Who was this Wendy to take Peter away from her? Tinkerbell remembered her light brown hair, and somewhat plain face compared to hers. She despised Wendy. Tinkerbell came up on her regular place to stay when Peter banished her for a while. She had a view of the whole island, of Mermaid Lagoon, the Indian camp, Cannibal Cove, Skull Rock, and her own beloved Hangman's Tree, the secret lair of Peter Pan. 'Wait a minute' she thought, from Tinkerbell's position, she could see a slight column of smoke rising towards the sky. Horrified, she flew towards her beloved home to investigate further. She urged her tiny wings to go faster, but they refused. By the time she reached Hangman's Tree, the fire was already spreading out of control. Hurriedly, she searched for signs of Peter in the fire. She tried to get inside, but was cut off by a hunk of burning wood.
Peter woke by the smell of smoke. He sleepily cleared his blurred eyes and took in the chaos that was all around him. The fire was all around him now. He jumped up from his hammock hurriedly and searched for possible escape routes, and for Tink in case she had come back sooner than he thought. Seeing no sign of Tinkerbell, his eyes looked for an exit. He thought he saw one, but when he went to get out, a burning hunk of debris fell in front of him. 'This is it,' he thought, 'This is the end of my life, and I wanted to go with a flair, not with fire!' Suddenly, a tree root hit his head, and his world went black.
Peter came to his senses with the smell of hot chocolate. 'Am I in heaven?' he thought to himself. He sniffed groggily and sat up weakly. "So, you finally decided to join me, Peter Pan!" came a voice that sounded like a boy's around his age, but it wasn't one of the Lost Boys, Peter could tell. He had never heard that voice in his life. He slowly rose out of a bed of furs to meet the owner of the voice. It was a most intriguing voice Peter thought to himself, deep, yet mysterious. The boy who Peter saw then was as interesting as his voice. He was leaning over a fire, stirring a pot, his fiery red hair clashing horribly with the green scenery all around them. His arms were decent sized, bulging slightly with muscles, same with his legs, which stuck out of torn and worn dark green short-like things. His shirt was in the same condition, short sleeved and torn. He looked up and scooped up a cup of the sweet smelling hot chocolate. "You had me worried last night, I mean, what would the world be like without Peter Pan? I'll tell you," he said in his mysterious voice "Hook would reign over whole Neverland, and maybe even the mortal world! You are the only one who Hook considers an enemy." He looked at Peter in a sort of half jealousy and half admiration.
"You know my name?" asked Peter
"Who doesn't?" asked the red headed boy, "I mean, you are famous!" he said admiringly "I always wanted to be famous for something" he added
"Since you know me so well," said Peter, "Who are you and how did you get here?"
He bowed and replied "My friends call me Westly, that is they would if I had any friends..." he trailed off.
"Well maybe you could be my friend," said Peter with a smile "and the Lost boy's too! After all, you did save me!"
Suddenly, a group of ragged-looking boys broke the cover of the brush, surrounded the boy called Westly and tied him to a nearby tree. "Boys, boys, boys, stop it! Don't you know who this is?" Peter asked. Cubby replied "Duh….he's da guy that kidnapped you and set da tree on fire!"
It was a sunny day in Neverland, and the lost boys were out on a hunting trip for Indians. Peter was finally alone, if you could call it being alone, because Tink was always by his side. He took a sip of the drink next to him. Peter said "You know Tink, I think I miss Wendy too much, maybe I should go and get her and her brothers," he paused, "She was really fun to be around." Tinkerbell glowed slightly red and said something in pixie language that only Peter understood. "Aw, come on Tink! I don't like her that way. She is just too… well, girlish you might say. It's not like I am going to stay there!" Tinkerbell shouted something back. Oh, Tink, I know you don't like Wendy, but she is my friend." Peter replied. Tinkerbell shouted something very loud but all you could hear wear ringing bells. Peter gasped "Tink, why do you have to say such bad things about Wendy? You even tried to kill her when she first came!" She smiled and added what seemed like a very rude remark. "Tink!" Peter cried, "For saying such rude things I am banishing you for a week!" Tinkerbell turned beet red and flew off, scorching several leaves in the process.
"Well good riddance to you I say!" Peter shouted at her rapidly disappearing back. Peter thought he saw red in a bush near him, but didn't think anything of it. After all, Captain Hook had been off the job for about a week. Peter smiled inwardly at the thought of when he recently gave the captain a concussion. He was thinking of getting Wendy that minute, but decided she could wait until he took a short nap. Peter went inside and settled down for his nap in one of the hammocks. He fell asleep even before his head touched his pillow.
Tinkerbell flew away, red with anger at Peter's words. Who was this Wendy to take Peter away from her? Tinkerbell remembered her light brown hair, and somewhat plain face compared to hers. She despised Wendy. Tinkerbell came up on her regular place to stay when Peter banished her for a while. She had a view of the whole island, of Mermaid Lagoon, the Indian camp, Cannibal Cove, Skull Rock, and her own beloved Hangman's Tree, the secret lair of Peter Pan. 'Wait a minute' she thought, from Tinkerbell's position, she could see a slight column of smoke rising towards the sky. Horrified, she flew towards her beloved home to investigate further. She urged her tiny wings to go faster, but they refused. By the time she reached Hangman's Tree, the fire was already spreading out of control. Hurriedly, she searched for signs of Peter in the fire. She tried to get inside, but was cut off by a hunk of burning wood.
Peter woke by the smell of smoke. He sleepily cleared his blurred eyes and took in the chaos that was all around him. The fire was all around him now. He jumped up from his hammock hurriedly and searched for possible escape routes, and for Tink in case she had come back sooner than he thought. Seeing no sign of Tinkerbell, his eyes looked for an exit. He thought he saw one, but when he went to get out, a burning hunk of debris fell in front of him. 'This is it,' he thought, 'This is the end of my life, and I wanted to go with a flair, not with fire!' Suddenly, a tree root hit his head, and his world went black.
Peter came to his senses with the smell of hot chocolate. 'Am I in heaven?' he thought to himself. He sniffed groggily and sat up weakly. "So, you finally decided to join me, Peter Pan!" came a voice that sounded like a boy's around his age, but it wasn't one of the Lost Boys, Peter could tell. He had never heard that voice in his life. He slowly rose out of a bed of furs to meet the owner of the voice. It was a most intriguing voice Peter thought to himself, deep, yet mysterious. The boy who Peter saw then was as interesting as his voice. He was leaning over a fire, stirring a pot, his fiery red hair clashing horribly with the green scenery all around them. His arms were decent sized, bulging slightly with muscles, same with his legs, which stuck out of torn and worn dark green short-like things. His shirt was in the same condition, short sleeved and torn. He looked up and scooped up a cup of the sweet smelling hot chocolate. "You had me worried last night, I mean, what would the world be like without Peter Pan? I'll tell you," he said in his mysterious voice "Hook would reign over whole Neverland, and maybe even the mortal world! You are the only one who Hook considers an enemy." He looked at Peter in a sort of half jealousy and half admiration.
"You know my name?" asked Peter
"Who doesn't?" asked the red headed boy, "I mean, you are famous!" he said admiringly "I always wanted to be famous for something" he added
"Since you know me so well," said Peter, "Who are you and how did you get here?"
He bowed and replied "My friends call me Westly, that is they would if I had any friends..." he trailed off.
"Well maybe you could be my friend," said Peter with a smile "and the Lost boy's too! After all, you did save me!"
Suddenly, a group of ragged-looking boys broke the cover of the brush, surrounded the boy called Westly and tied him to a nearby tree. "Boys, boys, boys, stop it! Don't you know who this is?" Peter asked. Cubby replied "Duh….he's da guy that kidnapped you and set da tree on fire!"