Peter flew across the sky of Mollusk Island, Tinker Bell beside him.
This is risky. Risky! Tink warned in her bell language.
"Tink!" Peter sighed. "For the last time, you're not my mother! My mother was a Watcher!"
Tink made a noise that merits no further elaboration.
Peter grabbed two coconuts from a tree a flew toward the pirate camp. He loved teasing Black Stache, or Captain Hook, since he cut off his hand, throwing coconuts, mangos, anything that would either smother him in juice, or knock him out for a while. Even though Fighting Prawn, The Mollusk chief, told him not to, that the pirate camp was a dangerous place, even if he could fly, Peter still enjoyed doing it.
Peter dipped and looped, holding the two coconuts, moonlight guiding his and Tink's path. He crossed the mountains that separated his andthe Mollusk's part of the island from the pirate's side. The fort was just in sight now. Peter circled above the roof and dropped the coconuts down along into a pile of mango peelings, coconut milk, grass stains, and such.
Inside, Hook was getting angry. He was trying to sleep while his fort got hit by coconuts, mangoes, and such. He got up and headed out side, and kicked the guards that were supposed to be standing watch. He was just about to give the order to fire, when a piece of mango skin fell and landed right on his head.
"Fire this instant you idjit!" Hook ordered the guards. The guards aimed and fired.
Peter just laughed as they fired at him. Soon they wouldn't have any bullets at all. Hook had gotten a surplus of bullets from the ship they had borrowed, from they last adventure in Rundoon, but Hook had over used them firing at fish, and mainly firing them at Peter. But, now he was down to only one barrel, and soon Peter would have absolutely nothing to worry about. He flew along, and felt a strange feeling. And then he realized it:
A Falling had occurred.