Faith and Trust
Chapter 1 (The Battle)
The adventures of Pan and the lost boys did not end with the departure of Jane Darling (She kept her mothers name for Wendy was such an independent woman) they continued and continue still to wander the Never Lands; fighting Pirates, finding treasure lost and smoking the peace pipe with the Indians.
And as it happens today Pan had announced that they would 'See the ol' codfish shaken to the hook'.
Peter as usual was running laps around the ugly crew, while the lost boys looted the lower decks of the Jolly Roger. Poor Hook had not seen them coming, his men fought with valour but Peter was braver, and did not charge with all his might to end up toppling over the side.
One by one his crew fell over board, fleeing from Peter and his gang of pranksters. It was still all a game to them. The buccaneers bailed on Hook, parting like the Dead Sea as Peter casually strolled through the ships gully.
He halted and gazed up at the Captain who was quivering behind the ships helm, the protection of Smee long having since jumped over board.
Peter put his hands on his hips and seemingly floated up to Hook's level. "What d' ya want, Boy?" Hook asked, sneering at Peter. His voice was gruff and gravel-like.
Peter's usual cheerful face was masked with a contemptuous mouth, up curled at the right side and his eyes gleaming with disdain. "Surrender Hook and we let you keep your ship!" Pan now jumped forward, landing with perfect grace on the ships Helm, pointing his small blade at Hook's gullet.
Hook watched as the last of the Lost Boys left the ships deck, the Pixie maiden Tinkerbell aiding them with her magic. Hook's narrow mouth grinned and flashed gruesome teeth at Peter. "Never!" He cried, lunging at the young boy. Peter had foreseen what Hook would attempt. He jumped up into the air and hovered just beyond the raging Captain's reach. "Come down from the clouds child and fight like the man you aren't!"
Peter fell backwards with laughter, finding the scene rather amusing; Hook lunged again tearing a rip in the seam of Pan shirt. Peter pushed on the Captain's blade with his leather-clad feet, launching himself into the air. "Come and get me ya' ol' Codfish!" He called back reaching the sails of the Jolly Roger.
Peter examined the damage done to his shirttail while he waited for the Captain to reach him. Hook climbed the mast, grabbing at the ropes and securing himself in place with a swing of his steel hook. As the Captain climbed, Peter cut free a length of rope and tucked it into his belt.
After some lengthened 'humming and ahhing' Peter stalked across a tier from the ships mast, making his travel stealthy, as only he was able.
He lingered behind the mast until Hook realised Pan was out of sight. "Blast that boy!" Hook cursed as he looked down to the deck below - a good climb and a long drop. Hook's fingers tightened around the wood of the mast.
"Oh Capt'in." Peter tapped him on the shoulder.
"What you insolent child?" Hook retorted. Peter grinned, that mischievous sparkle ever strong in his eye. He hovered at the Captain's side.
Peter took the Captain's sword from its scabbard and watched as the moonlight reflected on its surface. Fear spread across Hook's long face, 'this is it' he thought 'my end'. "You wouldn't? Not even you could run a man through whilst he was unarmed." His voice quivered as he spoke.
Peter said nothing but tipped the sword so that it reflected the starlight in the trembling Captains' eyes.
"Pan, let us talk about this?" His voice taking on a more assured tone, but the quaver was still present.
"Oh alright." Peter said merrily, crossing his legs in mid air he sat with the sword balanced over his knees.
Hook cleared his throat; he hadn't planed on talking about it. "Well, Peter, you and I have been foe for quite some time I believe?"
Peter nodded in agreement, waiting to see how long the Captain would put up with his childish antics.
Hook was grabbing at straws as he starred at Peter with his childlike innocence. "And . my dear boy, I know that I would feel somewhat of a loss if you were to meet your maker."
Peter cocked his head; he liked stories with adventure, ones that required little thinking for the answer was always provided, as plain as the nose on your face. Peter also liked it when stories were about him.
"Peter, my boy, how would you feel if I were to die? Who would you and the Lost Boys trick for fun, laugh at when the chips were down?" Hook was desperate, but Peter failed to acknowledge it. Hooks grip was loosening.
"I see your point Hook." He shot to his feet. "I won't kill you." Peter placed Hook's sword in his belt, securing it with a twist in the fabric.
Hook sighed with relief, and then cocked an eyebrow towards Peter. "Child, what ever are you doing?"
Peter was looping the rope he had previously cut down around the Captain. Making tiny knots here, tugging there just to make sure it was strong enough. "There!" He yanked hard one last time. "That ought to hold ya'." Peter flew back a bit, looking pleased with his efforts.
"Pan?" Hook was growing angrier each second he was left hanging and uninformed on the situation. "Pan!"
Peter encircled the mast once more; he launched himself off by placing his feet in the crook of Hook's back and pushing against him. "See you later Captain!" Peter hollered back grinning wildly. He waved before gaining height and disappearing through the clouds.
"Pan!"
Hook could hear Peter's mocking crow way off in the distance, through out the night that cry would taunt him. Groaning in despair the Captain of the Jolly Roger bashed his head against the oaken wood of the mast. "Smee!"
Chapter 1 (The Battle)
The adventures of Pan and the lost boys did not end with the departure of Jane Darling (She kept her mothers name for Wendy was such an independent woman) they continued and continue still to wander the Never Lands; fighting Pirates, finding treasure lost and smoking the peace pipe with the Indians.
And as it happens today Pan had announced that they would 'See the ol' codfish shaken to the hook'.
Peter as usual was running laps around the ugly crew, while the lost boys looted the lower decks of the Jolly Roger. Poor Hook had not seen them coming, his men fought with valour but Peter was braver, and did not charge with all his might to end up toppling over the side.
One by one his crew fell over board, fleeing from Peter and his gang of pranksters. It was still all a game to them. The buccaneers bailed on Hook, parting like the Dead Sea as Peter casually strolled through the ships gully.
He halted and gazed up at the Captain who was quivering behind the ships helm, the protection of Smee long having since jumped over board.
Peter put his hands on his hips and seemingly floated up to Hook's level. "What d' ya want, Boy?" Hook asked, sneering at Peter. His voice was gruff and gravel-like.
Peter's usual cheerful face was masked with a contemptuous mouth, up curled at the right side and his eyes gleaming with disdain. "Surrender Hook and we let you keep your ship!" Pan now jumped forward, landing with perfect grace on the ships Helm, pointing his small blade at Hook's gullet.
Hook watched as the last of the Lost Boys left the ships deck, the Pixie maiden Tinkerbell aiding them with her magic. Hook's narrow mouth grinned and flashed gruesome teeth at Peter. "Never!" He cried, lunging at the young boy. Peter had foreseen what Hook would attempt. He jumped up into the air and hovered just beyond the raging Captain's reach. "Come down from the clouds child and fight like the man you aren't!"
Peter fell backwards with laughter, finding the scene rather amusing; Hook lunged again tearing a rip in the seam of Pan shirt. Peter pushed on the Captain's blade with his leather-clad feet, launching himself into the air. "Come and get me ya' ol' Codfish!" He called back reaching the sails of the Jolly Roger.
Peter examined the damage done to his shirttail while he waited for the Captain to reach him. Hook climbed the mast, grabbing at the ropes and securing himself in place with a swing of his steel hook. As the Captain climbed, Peter cut free a length of rope and tucked it into his belt.
After some lengthened 'humming and ahhing' Peter stalked across a tier from the ships mast, making his travel stealthy, as only he was able.
He lingered behind the mast until Hook realised Pan was out of sight. "Blast that boy!" Hook cursed as he looked down to the deck below - a good climb and a long drop. Hook's fingers tightened around the wood of the mast.
"Oh Capt'in." Peter tapped him on the shoulder.
"What you insolent child?" Hook retorted. Peter grinned, that mischievous sparkle ever strong in his eye. He hovered at the Captain's side.
Peter took the Captain's sword from its scabbard and watched as the moonlight reflected on its surface. Fear spread across Hook's long face, 'this is it' he thought 'my end'. "You wouldn't? Not even you could run a man through whilst he was unarmed." His voice quivered as he spoke.
Peter said nothing but tipped the sword so that it reflected the starlight in the trembling Captains' eyes.
"Pan, let us talk about this?" His voice taking on a more assured tone, but the quaver was still present.
"Oh alright." Peter said merrily, crossing his legs in mid air he sat with the sword balanced over his knees.
Hook cleared his throat; he hadn't planed on talking about it. "Well, Peter, you and I have been foe for quite some time I believe?"
Peter nodded in agreement, waiting to see how long the Captain would put up with his childish antics.
Hook was grabbing at straws as he starred at Peter with his childlike innocence. "And . my dear boy, I know that I would feel somewhat of a loss if you were to meet your maker."
Peter cocked his head; he liked stories with adventure, ones that required little thinking for the answer was always provided, as plain as the nose on your face. Peter also liked it when stories were about him.
"Peter, my boy, how would you feel if I were to die? Who would you and the Lost Boys trick for fun, laugh at when the chips were down?" Hook was desperate, but Peter failed to acknowledge it. Hooks grip was loosening.
"I see your point Hook." He shot to his feet. "I won't kill you." Peter placed Hook's sword in his belt, securing it with a twist in the fabric.
Hook sighed with relief, and then cocked an eyebrow towards Peter. "Child, what ever are you doing?"
Peter was looping the rope he had previously cut down around the Captain. Making tiny knots here, tugging there just to make sure it was strong enough. "There!" He yanked hard one last time. "That ought to hold ya'." Peter flew back a bit, looking pleased with his efforts.
"Pan?" Hook was growing angrier each second he was left hanging and uninformed on the situation. "Pan!"
Peter encircled the mast once more; he launched himself off by placing his feet in the crook of Hook's back and pushing against him. "See you later Captain!" Peter hollered back grinning wildly. He waved before gaining height and disappearing through the clouds.
"Pan!"
Hook could hear Peter's mocking crow way off in the distance, through out the night that cry would taunt him. Groaning in despair the Captain of the Jolly Roger bashed his head against the oaken wood of the mast. "Smee!"