Small two-shot I wrote in about thirty minute, not long. based on what Mr. Darling said at the end of the Disney Peter Pan movie, about seeing the ship before
In the air, above the natural landscape below, two boys glided seamlessly through the air. The larger of the two, no older than thirteen, threw in a few careless loops into his flight. The other, closer to ten years of age, had to concentrate on simply staying in the air.
"Hurry up, Peter, you have to keep up if you want to come" the muscled boy laughed over his shoulder.
"I am hurrying, Georgie, you're going too fast" a smaller boy replied, trying all he could to keep his balance.
Georgie laughed to himself, and landed on a tree branch. Peter soon landed next to him, putting one hand on the trunk for support.
"Is this it?" Peter asked, looking out at the land below him.
"Yup, the tallest tree on the entire island" Georgie grinned, spreading his hands out in front of him.
"Wow," Peter gasped. "You can see everything from here."
"Yup" Georgie agreed.
"Look, it's the Indian camp, and Mermaid Lagoon" Peter continued in wonder.
Georgie laughed at his companions amazement. The older boy reclined in the air and floated away from the branch. He was gazing out at the stars.
"Whats out there?" Peter suddenly asked, watching his friend.
"A whole other world" Georgie replied dreamily. "That's where we all came from, you, me, the other Lost Boys."
"Can we go back?" the younger boy questioned.
"Wanna try?" Georgie grinned.
Peters face lit up.
"Lets."
"Alright, let's go" Georgie exclaimed, shooting off into the sky.
"Wait for me" Peter whined, following at a much slower pace.
Georgie sighed as he stopped to help his friend. They flew side-by-side as they got closer to the stars above them.
"How far is it?" Peter asked.
"That depends on how far you want it to be" Georgie replied.
As he said it, the air around them burst into colors. Patterns filled the space, and the vibrant hues reflected off their faces.
Peter and Georgie took the colors in in a form of awe.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the colors stopped. Below them was the oddest jungle either of them had ever seen.
"What is it?" Peter gasped.
"London" Georgie replied.
"How do you know that?"
"I've been here before."
"Really?" the older boy nodded. "Wow."
"C'mon, I want to show you something."
They lazily glided down from their height, until they landed on what Peter believed to be a great fallen tree.
"This, is the London Bridge" Georgie told him.
"Whats that?" Peter asked, pointing at the Thames. "It's the smallest ocean I've ever seen."
"It's not an ocean, it's a river" Georgie laughed.
"Hey, you there, boy!" a loud voice called, the two boys turned to see a large man in dark blue walking in their direction.
"Quick, Peter, hide" Georgie instantly ordered.
"Why?" Peter questioned.
Georgie didn't bother to answer, instead he pushed the other boy off the bridge. Peter fell a few feet before catching himself, and gliding back up.
"What are you doing out after curfew?" the man was asking Georgie.
"I'm sorry, Sir" Georgie replied.
Peter made a face, why was Georgie acting so weird. Georgie never talked like that in Neverland.
"Where are your parents, boy?" the man continued.
"I'm afraid I don't know, Sir" Georgie admitted.
Peter peaked over the edge to see his friend looking at the ground.
"An orphan then, or simply misplaced?" the man questioned.
"I haven't seen my parents in a few years" the boy explained.
"Alright, lets get going" the man said, putting his hand on Georgie's shoulder and leading him away.
Peter watched them walk away. He watched the man take his best friend and hero. He watched Georgie being led to adult-hood.
He brushed the lone tear away as it tried to fell from his eye, and turned around, flying back towards Neverland.
As he flew he swore. He swore to himself, to the other Lost Boys, to Neverland, to the person Georgie used to be. He swore he would never grow up.