Hi readers. I was recently given the start of this fanfiction story from a fellow fan fiction writer Bluebarnowl who no longer wants to carry on with the amazing story they have written. So I have taken up writing this story. I hope you like it I will try to live up to the previous writers talent. The first few chapters are from the previous story I will write at the top when I take over. Please review I would love to hear from you.

Hi, my name is Marina, Marina Blue. I walked quickly through the streets of Jacksonville, trying to get home before dark so I could get some dinner scraps for my family. Or scraps of any kind. It was just after the Iranian War ended, President Obama was still a lying cheapskate. After he forced Obamacare down everyone's throats, things have been bad for everyone. Especially me and my family, who were struggling to make ends meet. So bad, that I had to juggle having a part-time job with high school. My real mom and dad died from cancer because we couldn't pay for treatment, so the foster care system took me in, because I'm 15 and I had no other family members that I knew of. My foster parents only adopted me so that I could be their meal ticket, and rarely ever gave me the time of day.

Anyway, I was working at a supermarket. I made my foster parents sign some forms, saying that they are allowing me to work at age 15. And whatever they didn't sell in the bakery, I was allowed to take home and feed myself. Anyway, there have been reports of crazy people saying they've seen a flying pirate ship in the sky, but those are from drunk fishermen who have also claimed to have seen mermaids swimming in the St. Johns River. I never had any time for imagination or stories, I've been too busy with my studies and work, trying to earn enough to get away from this boring town. I walked down the seaside neighborhoods, trying to keep a low profile. Until one of the snotty neighborhood boys shouted, "Hey, Marina!" The voice belonged to Johnny Badboy. He came strutting up to me, again probably trying to get me to go a date with him.

Johnny Badboy is actually the playboy of the neighborhood. He has dated every girl in this large neighborhood, except me. And that's how I wanted it to stay. And like his last name implies, he's a bad boy.

"Get lost Johnny, that shouldn't be too hard for you," I snickered.

He had short jet black hair and green eyes, and wearing a punk-rock boy kind of outfit. He was a tall 6ft. 1in., and he was quite muscular. That might have drawn some girls in, but NOT me. "Oh, come on. When are you going to come to your senses and finally have fun?" He asked, in that pouting, yet charismatic voice that he thought girls were wild about. "When I'm kidnapped by pirates, whisked away to a land where people don't grow old, and meet a cute elf with red hair." I said in my sarcastic voice.

He blinked twice, before shaking the confusion from his head, "That's...very specific. Where did you even get that idea?" He asked.

"Some stupid fairytale, one of my great-great grandmother's friend told her about it and she passed it on to her children and it eventually reached me." I explained, shifting my backpack on my shoulders, my heavy books lurched around inside.

"That story sounds familiar," He said, walking side by side with me.

"Uh, yeah, I think I remember the name, it's uh..." I snapped my fingers repeatedly trying to remember the name, "Uh, it starts with a P, umm," I grunted in frustration.

"Peter Pan?" Johnny guesses.

"YES!" I almost shouted.

"Ok, so, as far as the being kidnapped by pirates, and whisked away to a land where people don't grow old, and meeting a cute elf with red hair, then will you go out with me?" He put his arm around my shoulder, which he of all people should know that I hate.

I took his arm and twisted it off my shoulder, and he whimpered in pain.

"Sure," I said, thinking I was safe.

"Ok, bye!" He said, then took off racing down the street.

It left me a little confused, usually he would keep pestering me until we reached my house, but since I was already tired from a long day of school and working two extra shifts for a promotion, I was glad for the change of pace.

I laughed at the idea of Peter Pan being real, and about what Johnny said. I was pretty sure I was safe. I mean, pirates! Neverland! An elf! The thought of it made me laugh out loud to myself. I finally reached my house, an all blue, two-story, seaside house with a porch and a small separate garage. There were no cars in the driveway or in the garage, so my foster parents must still be out. The moon was just rising overhead and the sky went dark. I saw a small note on the front door, it read:

Dear Marina,

Going on a business trip.

We'll be gone all weekend, so take care of the house.

You know your chores.

Sincerely,

Mr. & Mrs. Hut

I crumpled the note and thrust it into my backpack. I dug around the potted plant next to the door for the spare key. I fit it into the lock and I walked inside, tossing the key back into the plant. I threw down my backpack and walked up the steps to my room on the second-floor. On my way, I stopped by the hallway mirror to check if Johnny didn't attach anything to me as a prank. My blonde hair was pulled into a fishtail braid as my sapphire blue eyes skimmed over my figure. My blue T-Shirt and jean capris looked normal, as did my white sneakers, and my mother's necklace hung around my neck. I was sometimes a girly-girly, but usually always a tomboy. I loved getting dirty and handling things with my own hands. If there was mud, I wouldn't hesitate to splash in it, and I used to wrestle with the boys in my old neighborhood and I always won. But that was before I had to grow up and provide for myself. I had mascara and lipstick with me, so if I had to go to a meeting, I would look nice.

I walked into my plain room. White wall color, white bed sheets, pillows, comforter, and a large double window. At least the window had a view of the gorgeous harbor, and the Atlantic ocean that spread before it. I unlocked the double window and let the sea breeze fly into my room. The waves reflected the full moon beautifully, and the stars were in awe at it's glow. There was an old fashioned ship, like a big pirate ship, docked at the boardwalk to the vacant house next to mine, but I didn't think much of it. Different ships are always coming in and out of our harbor and nothing ever happens in this neighborhood. I closed my window and locked it.

Some Time Later

After eating some homemade dinner, I got ready for bed. Yeah, I know what your thinking, 'Grown ups are gone for a whole weekend, your home all alone, so why are you still following a schedule?' Since this isn't my actual home, I'm lucky enough in the foster care system to have foster parents who remember my name and who aren't abusive, and I want to get out of this lame town, so I'm doing things right. Anyway, I was currently brushing my hair in the hallway bathroom (I was still dressed in my daytime clothes). The only times you would ever see my hair out of it's braid, is when I'm taking a shower or sleeping. I don't like my hair being in my face or sticking to the back of my neck.

As I put down the brush, I heard a noise downstairs. At first it sounds like something fell in the kitchen, but then it sounded more like someone was trying to opening the front door.

"Is someone there?" I called out.

Nothing. I quickly grabbed a bat next to my bed and crept down the stairs. I made my way down the stairs as quietly as I could, which was very quiet. I'm very light on my feet and can pass unseen by any one if I want. I made my way through the living room and saw the front door was wide open, and the key was in the lock. I looked around the living room, nothing was missing, and everything was the same. Maybe I had forgotten to remove the key from the lock and a gust of wind pushed the door open.

I lowered the bat and walked up to close the door, making sure to first take the key out of the door and bury it in the plant. That's when two pairs of large arms grabbed my torso pinning my arms to my side, and grabbed my legs to keep me from kicking. I was hoisted into the air and I struggled to get free.

"LET ME GO! YOU BIG, STUP-GRRRRMMMM! MMMMM! MMMGGGGGGH MMMMPHHH!"

I thrashed and struggled in the grasp of my captors, whose grip simply tightened over my body.