A/N: I'm actually writing this in a notebook because I found out it's very hard to get onto the
computer when one has a little brother addicted to online games. So I'm writing this and typing
the chapters as I finish them or find the time.
It's kinda a take on the Peter Pan story the way I think it should be. The first few
chapters
are how Captain Hook gets his name and the Darling past. So far I'm liking this story a lot more
than I liked Merlin's Heir so you can expect a lot more updates on this one.
I also want you to know that I changed the names of the Lost Boys because I read the
book but I can't remember the Boys' names or most of the pirates' names except for the ones in
the Disney movie. If you could tell me what the names are in your reviews I could fix them.
Thanks.
OK...on with the story...
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Chapter One
A shimmering blue light, like a star hovering on a string, buzzed sulkily next to a boy's
ear. The ear, if not the light beside it, was fairly average if on overlooks the way the very tips
came to a point under his uncombed russet hair. Two straight eyebrows quirked up at the buzz of
the little light and the sapphire eyes below them sparkled with a barely contained mischievousness.
The lips curled into a smile beneath the pert nose that twitched at a scent.
"What is it, Tinkerbell?" the boy demanded in a furtive hiss.
The light buzzed indignantly and a tiny human-shaped shadow landed square on the tip of
the boy's nose. A woman dressed in periwinkle robes with cropped blonde hair peered into the
boy's eyes with her hands on her hips haughtily. Her voice was but a squeak but the fury in it was
obvious.
"Honestly, Peter, I can hardly find any of the Boys in this mess of bushes! Cann we not
picnic someplace else?"
The boy called Peter brushed gently at the fairy, producing a breeze strong enough to
knock her off her precarious perch.
"We're not picnicking, Tink," he told her with a small giggle. "We're on the lookout for
that tiger Oscar says he saw yesterday." He glanced suddenly at the hovering blue light and said
in a low, accusing, voice, "None of the Boys ate my sandwich, I hope."
Tinkerbell left the clump of bushes where Peter knelt and zoomed off into the trees
without answering. Her light faded perfectly into the early morning gloom before sunrise. It was
bound to be a cloudy, maybe rainy, day and Peter didn't want to be chasing any tigers through the
woods in that sort of weather. His Boys would desert him quick as lightning once the rain started
anyhow.
Morning was a way off though, and he wasn't even positive it would rain at all before
night fell on Never Land. That was what he and his Boys called the place they lived. Simon had
coined the name when he was first discovered by Peter, hiding in a shallow cave near Mermaid
Lagoon. When he asked where he was, Peter shrugged his shoulders and announced, "You make
up a name. We don't call it nothing yet."
So Simon thought and thought and thought until he decided on Never Land. "Because we
never get older here!"
It was true. Peter and the Lost Boys had been boys since they came here, before any
could stretch their earliest memories. Usually, they didn't like thinking about before their arrivals
in Never Land because they all knew that whatever had been before, could be nothing compared
to the adventures they had now.
One such adventure was in the progress, but, as Peter would point out later in the
Hideout, it was not one of their most exciting. No orange and black cats showed up from
predawn to breakfast time and everybody was starving. So Peter inserted two fingers into his
mouth and gave the signal whistle. Eight muddy, sleepy-eyed, boys fell out of various bushes and
out of tree branches when they heard Peter.
Two Boys, identical from fiery red hair to huge calloused feet, brushed at their tattered
clothes self-consciously and stepped up to Peter's bush with importance dripping off their very
bodies.
One cleared his throat but the other spoke first. "Lost Boys numbers 3 and 4 reporting,
Peter, sir!"
His twin nodded curtly with a stiff frown on his freckled face. "We ain't seen no tigers,
sir, nor elephants, nor anything of interest atall."
"Thank you, Will and Dill," Peter said, leaping to his feet and startling the twins from their
testimonies. "Som let's get back to the Hideout and sort through the data.
Will and Dill stepped back with respect for the leader of the Lost Boys a band of ragtag
youngsters who knew the ways of Never Land and a dagger as second nature. Nothing got past
their leader, Peter, who was assumed the oldest because he was the tallest and wisest of the
bunch. Only Tinkerbell was impertinent to him, but she was like that with everybody.
The Lost Boys stood in a loose ring around a glen in the thick forest of the island. The
nine Boys blended into the camoflouge of the trees nicely with their filthy stained clothes and
mud-flecked hair. The untrained eye would rove over them without noticing the bright eyes
shining amid the foliage and earnest gazes on smudged faces.
Peter had been the leader for as long as anybody could recall and would never have it
another way. He was like an older brother to the Boys but not an adult brother. Adults were
not allowed on the island of Never Land. And the Lost Boys enforced this law with a vengeance.
computer when one has a little brother addicted to online games. So I'm writing this and typing
the chapters as I finish them or find the time.
It's kinda a take on the Peter Pan story the way I think it should be. The first few
chapters
are how Captain Hook gets his name and the Darling past. So far I'm liking this story a lot more
than I liked Merlin's Heir so you can expect a lot more updates on this one.
I also want you to know that I changed the names of the Lost Boys because I read the
book but I can't remember the Boys' names or most of the pirates' names except for the ones in
the Disney movie. If you could tell me what the names are in your reviews I could fix them.
Thanks.
OK...on with the story...
^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*~^^~*
Chapter One
A shimmering blue light, like a star hovering on a string, buzzed sulkily next to a boy's
ear. The ear, if not the light beside it, was fairly average if on overlooks the way the very tips
came to a point under his uncombed russet hair. Two straight eyebrows quirked up at the buzz of
the little light and the sapphire eyes below them sparkled with a barely contained mischievousness.
The lips curled into a smile beneath the pert nose that twitched at a scent.
"What is it, Tinkerbell?" the boy demanded in a furtive hiss.
The light buzzed indignantly and a tiny human-shaped shadow landed square on the tip of
the boy's nose. A woman dressed in periwinkle robes with cropped blonde hair peered into the
boy's eyes with her hands on her hips haughtily. Her voice was but a squeak but the fury in it was
obvious.
"Honestly, Peter, I can hardly find any of the Boys in this mess of bushes! Cann we not
picnic someplace else?"
The boy called Peter brushed gently at the fairy, producing a breeze strong enough to
knock her off her precarious perch.
"We're not picnicking, Tink," he told her with a small giggle. "We're on the lookout for
that tiger Oscar says he saw yesterday." He glanced suddenly at the hovering blue light and said
in a low, accusing, voice, "None of the Boys ate my sandwich, I hope."
Tinkerbell left the clump of bushes where Peter knelt and zoomed off into the trees
without answering. Her light faded perfectly into the early morning gloom before sunrise. It was
bound to be a cloudy, maybe rainy, day and Peter didn't want to be chasing any tigers through the
woods in that sort of weather. His Boys would desert him quick as lightning once the rain started
anyhow.
Morning was a way off though, and he wasn't even positive it would rain at all before
night fell on Never Land. That was what he and his Boys called the place they lived. Simon had
coined the name when he was first discovered by Peter, hiding in a shallow cave near Mermaid
Lagoon. When he asked where he was, Peter shrugged his shoulders and announced, "You make
up a name. We don't call it nothing yet."
So Simon thought and thought and thought until he decided on Never Land. "Because we
never get older here!"
It was true. Peter and the Lost Boys had been boys since they came here, before any
could stretch their earliest memories. Usually, they didn't like thinking about before their arrivals
in Never Land because they all knew that whatever had been before, could be nothing compared
to the adventures they had now.
One such adventure was in the progress, but, as Peter would point out later in the
Hideout, it was not one of their most exciting. No orange and black cats showed up from
predawn to breakfast time and everybody was starving. So Peter inserted two fingers into his
mouth and gave the signal whistle. Eight muddy, sleepy-eyed, boys fell out of various bushes and
out of tree branches when they heard Peter.
Two Boys, identical from fiery red hair to huge calloused feet, brushed at their tattered
clothes self-consciously and stepped up to Peter's bush with importance dripping off their very
bodies.
One cleared his throat but the other spoke first. "Lost Boys numbers 3 and 4 reporting,
Peter, sir!"
His twin nodded curtly with a stiff frown on his freckled face. "We ain't seen no tigers,
sir, nor elephants, nor anything of interest atall."
"Thank you, Will and Dill," Peter said, leaping to his feet and startling the twins from their
testimonies. "Som let's get back to the Hideout and sort through the data.
Will and Dill stepped back with respect for the leader of the Lost Boys a band of ragtag
youngsters who knew the ways of Never Land and a dagger as second nature. Nothing got past
their leader, Peter, who was assumed the oldest because he was the tallest and wisest of the
bunch. Only Tinkerbell was impertinent to him, but she was like that with everybody.
The Lost Boys stood in a loose ring around a glen in the thick forest of the island. The
nine Boys blended into the camoflouge of the trees nicely with their filthy stained clothes and
mud-flecked hair. The untrained eye would rove over them without noticing the bright eyes
shining amid the foliage and earnest gazes on smudged faces.
Peter had been the leader for as long as anybody could recall and would never have it
another way. He was like an older brother to the Boys but not an adult brother. Adults were
not allowed on the island of Never Land. And the Lost Boys enforced this law with a vengeance.