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Will Turner sat in his shop, idly polishing yet another beautifully crafted sword. It was late; his wife Elizabeth was asleep in the little bedroom upstairs. Will smiled. The past six months had been the best of his life. He and Elizabeth were happily married. He had gained fame as a master craftsman. The business was thriving. Life was good.


As he sat in the darkened blacksmith's shop, Will's keen hearing picked out a faint tap, tap, tapping, coming from outdoors. Curious, he crossed to the window and opened it, careful not to make a sound. The noise was coming from above him. Sticking his head out the window, Will looked up. His jaw dropped open in disbelief.


Twenty feet above his head, a ten-year-old boy was tapping at his bedroom window – the very bedroom where Elizabeth lay sleeping. "Hey, you, get away from there !" he called hoarsely, unwilling to shout too loudly. No sense waking his wife; a small boy didn't seem to pose much threat.


The boy looked down, clearly annoyed. "You're a codfish !" he responded, and stuck out his tongue. This was too much for Will and he swiftly wriggled out of the window. Dropping lightly into the alley below, he hefted the sword in his hand and looked for a handhold to climb up the wall.


"Looking for a fight, are you ?" cried the obnoxious urchin, "I'll give you one !" and he swooped down, pulling out a small but wickedly sharp dagger. Will barely had time to parry the boy's first attack. His mind was reeling. The boy had flown !


No, that can't be, thought Will as he rapidly parried three more feints of the boy's dagger. He jumped, must have. But, it's at least thirty feet to the ground. Will pressed forward, aiming a flurry of jabs and slashes at the child. He had no intention of hurting the boy, but he wanted to see how skilled he really was. Plus, pressing the advantage gave him a moment to think.


Now that the surprise had passed, three things had time to register in Will's mind. Number one, the boy was good. Incredibly good. Almost as good as Will himself. That was impossible for a child of no more than ten. Will had practiced three hours a day for the past nine years.


Number two, the child was dressed in green. Green tights, odd-looking green tunic. Seemed to be made of leaves, or something. Funny little pointed green hat with a little feather plume. Low, soft suede boots. Green boots. Definitely unusual for the Caribbean.


Number three, the boots weren't touching the ground. Not possible. The dagger almost made it past his guard while Will tried to accept the evidence his eyes were giving his brain. All right then, the boy was flying, he was good, and his dagger was sharp. Time to stop playing around.


Will feinted, then slashed. The boy easily darted back, laughing. He was fast on his feet, or rather, off the ground. Will tried a different tactic. He fell back as the boy stabbed again and again, each time letting the dagger come closer and closer before he parried it. Will pretended to tire under the relentless attack. The boy grew confident, laughing as he attacked. At last, as the boy plunged his dagger in for a killing blow, Will lunged.


Good, the urchin was caught off guard. Will used his greater size and weight to his advantage, batting the dagger aside with his sword, then pinning the boy against the wall with his left hand. Once in his grasp, it was easy to disarm the boy and hold him still. To Will's surprise, the boy did not whine or struggle. They looked at one another, dark brown eyes staring into almond-shaped hazel eyes, eyes that seemed strangely old in the thin young face. "Who are you ?" whispered Will.


"I'm Peter Pan," replied the child, as though Will should have known.


"What do you want with my wife ?" the blacksmith demanded.


"You've beaten me fair and square. Put me down and I'll answer your questions. Truce ?" said Peter Pan. Will shrugged, pocketing the boy's dagger and letting go of him cautiously.


"Fair enough. I'll return your weapon if you answer to my satisfaction," he said, trying to look fierce. The boy seemed unconcerned and rummaged in a concealed pocket of his tunic. Will took a guarded stance, but the boy simply pulled out some trash – some string, an acorn, a polished sea shell.


"Hmm, no white flag. I thought I had one. Oh well, probably not, it's the pirates that usually need it, not me. Here's some string, here's a kiss..." Pan regarded the acorn quizzically. "Well, I'm not going to give you a kiss, that's for sure ! Can we have a truce without a white flag ?" the boy asked, seriously.


Will was reminded how young the boy was, despite his amazing fighting skill. "Uh, sure. Truce. Why don't you come inside ?" he asked. Will realized the keys were inside on their hook by the door. He was locked out of his own shop. Frowning in annoyance, he pushed the sword through the window and clambered in after it. He turned to tell Peter Pan that he would go around and unlock the door for him, but the boy was already stepping down from the window.


"All right then, why were you tapping at my wife's window ?"


Pan sat down on a convenient barrel and spoke in a rush. "I was flying by. I looked in. The lady was asleep in bed. She looked like the Wendy Lady. The Wendy Lady always knew what to do. The window was shut. Sometimes the Wendy Lady's window was shut too, but she always opened it for me. Until she grew up. Is your lady all grown up ?" asked Peter.


Will frowned. This was not making any sense. Peter spoke as though flying was a normal method of transportation for ten-year-old boys. Who was Wendy ? Finally, Will just answered the question because that, at least, he understood. "Yes, the lady is all grown up. She is Mrs. Elizabeth Turner. My wife," he added pointedly.


The child blinked. He looked terribly disappointed. "But who is going to help me rescue Tink ? The last time things got this bad, the Wendy Lady helped me. But she's all grown up." He jumped down from the barrel and paced back and forth. "The Lost Boys are no help. They're no good at planning. And the Indians all took off in their canoes and left the island. No telling when they'll be back."


Just then Elizabeth came down the stairs. Dressed in a long white nightgown and with her hair down, she did look like a child. "Will, what's going on ? I dreamt someone was trying to get in my window, and you fought a duel with them..."


"No dream, but the truth, Elizabeth," said Will with a smile, giving her a hug as she joined them. How he loved to say her name. "This is Peter Pan. He seems to be in some sort of trouble, but I can't figure out what it is."


Peter jumped up and down with glee. "The Lady will know how to rescue Tink ! Hurray !" He ran to Elizabeth and solemnly held out the acorn from his pocket. Looking confused, she took it. "It's a kiss," explained Peter with dignity. "You don't have to give me one back !" he added nervously.


"Fly with me to Neverworld and we'll rescue Tinkerbell !" Excitedly, the child pulled Elizabeth over to the barrel. He climbed up on it and stood looking down at her with delight. As Will watched, perplexed, Peter withdrew a small crystal vial from yet another hidden pocket. He gently shook it above his head and some sparkling, glowing powder sprinkled down on him and on Elizabeth. Peter rose into the air.


"Come on !" he cried, "It's nearly dawn !"


Will felt panic beginning to rise, and was relieved to see Elizabeth's feet remain firmly on the floor. Just to be safe, he put his arms around her.

"Oh, wait, I forgot, you don't know how to fly. Think a happy thought," commanded Pan. Elizabeth laughed, amazed at the small child now flying in impatient circles above her head. "Don't you have any happy thoughts, Lady ?" he demanded.


"Well, yes, Peter, whenever I think about Will. That is about the happiest thought I can think of" she replied, smiling. As she said this, Will was horrified to feel his wife rise in his arms. The pull was gentle but irresistible and within moments she floated three feet off the ground. Desperately, he clung to her legs.


"Think of something sad. Think of, of...corsets !" he pleaded. "I can't hold you !"


Elizabeth couldn't help but smile with joy at the sensation of flying. Will looked so worried, though, that she took pity on him. "Very well, Peter, I will help you rescue Tinklebell, but Will must come along too. No Will, no help."


"Tinkerbell !" corrected the boy, crossly. "And I don't have much pixie dust left. I don't think there's enough to make him fly."


"Nonsense. It only took a pinch for both of us, and that little bottle was at least half full. You will put enough pixie dust on Will to make him fly." Frowning slightly, Elizabeth amended, "Enough pixie dust for him to fly all the way to Neverworld, and land him safely, and once we finish helping you, to bring us both back here safely. Unharmed. In less than a week. Er, with all our clothes on."


Will couldn't help but grin. She had learned from negotiating with Captain Barbossa. Pan saw that he was outwitted. Within seconds, a generous pinch of the strange powder had been sprinkled over Will. He braced himself. Nothing happened.


Elizabeth was making practice swoops around the room. Will watched, impressed. He could certainly see a lot of her legs from this vantage point. Nice. His thoughts were interrupted by a snicker. Pan could see Elizabeth's legs too. Will glared at him.


"Happy thought, come on, happy thought," the boy grouched. "Who knows what Hook and his pirates will do to Tink. Come on !"


Will returned to his thoughts before Pan had interrupted them. Sailing on the Black Pearl with Jack Sparrow...finding out Elizabeth loved him too...finally being recognized as a master craftsman... "Aargh !" he yelped, as his head bumped a rafter. He was flying and hadn't even noticed it.


Elizabeth took his hand, laughing. Together, they circled the room, passing over the placid little donkey who worked the bellows for the forge. The animal gazed stupidly at them for a moment, then returned to chewing its cud. Pan stuck his head back in the window; he was already outside. "Hurry !" the boy demanded.


Will and Elizabeth made their way out the window and soared into the night sky. "This is amazing. This is...crazy !" Will whispered in her ear. She clung to his hand, her eyes sparkling with joy.


"Yes, but it's wonderful ! We're having an adventure !"


Peter Pan waved from up ahead. "Second star to the right," he called, pointing at a particularly bright star, "and straight on 'til morning !"