AN. I don't own any Peter Pan's characters, but I can dream. I do own Jen, her crew and her ship, so haha! This will be rated M at the moment for language, violence, and some sexual situations (not until later chapters). So you have been warned.

"Fuck! I told you, your fucking brother would rat us out, Connors!"

Jennifer Connors spun away from the helm at her furious first mate. "Shut your fucking whining Johnny! My brother didn't rat us out, he didn't even know I was home. And you will refer to me as captain or you'll find yourself swimming home. Get me?" When Johnny didn't answer her immediately she raised her pistol, "I said, 'Get me?'"

Johnny nodded reluctantly. "Yes ma'am, I get you."

Jennifer put her gun back in her thigh holster. "Take the wheel," she barked. As soon as Johnny was situated she turned to the other monitors. A weather system was moving in off the Grand Banks, which was good for them and bad for them. It was sword fishing season, so if a storm were moving in, the Coast Guard would be too busy worrying about rescuing other ships. But if the storm was bad enough, it could further damage her already damaged ship. She picked up the comm., "Engine room?"

The radio crackled. "Engine room, aye."

"How close are we to having that second engine Brian? My ass is starting to hurt."

She heard a chuckle. "What ma'am, your former compatriots getting too close for comfort? Don't worry Cap'n, we should have this baby purring in a couple of hours."

Through the open windows of the bridge, Jennifer heard a voice, "Unidentified ship, heave to immediately and prepare to be boarded."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Brian, we don't have a couple of hours. Make it snappy engineer." She turned from the radio to Johnny. "Sound the general alarm."

Johnny pressed a button, before looking out to sea. A sound fogbank greeted their eyes. "Cap'n?"

"I was thinking the same thing. Make for that fogbank on the double." Jennifer ran from the bridge to the deck. "Jimmy!"

A large man ran up to her. "Aye, Cap'n?"

"Do you think you can make that antennae mast of that cutter over there go away?"

Jimmy made a great show of searching the horizon, and let his already thick Scottish brogue take over. "Oh, ya mean that wee thing over there? Sure thing Cap'n, it'll be gone in a jiff."

Jennifer grinned. "Good man." She grabbed the on-deck comm. "Gun deck to bridge."

"Bridge to gun deck, aye."

"Raise the starboard aft gun Jonny."

"Aye aye, Cap'n."

As the gun rose Jennifer turned to gunman. "Mr. Collins, please make that antennae go away." As she walked towards the bridge she didn't need to look back to see if the antennae was gone. The deep thrum of the battery firing and the subsequent cheer of her crew told her that it had been destroyed. Once back in the bridge she relaxed a little. If the cutter caught them, her men would put up a fight, worthy of Blackbeard himself.

She waited for the next loudspeaker announcement from the cutter behind her, but it didn't come. Instead her radio came to life. "Jen, I know it's you. Heave to and let us talk about this."

She picked up the radio. "Hey Dan, how did ya know it was me?"

"Because I'm your big brother and I know everything. That, and mom told me you were home. How'd you even get a stolen Coast Guard cutter into Boston harbor?"

Jen looked over at Johnny. She nodded as he mouthed "20 minutes." "Danny, you'd be surprised by how many people don't actually work for you. Plus, when a big ship enters the harbor and has lots of scary people on it, no one really asks you questions."

"Jen, do you honestly think you can hide in a fog bank. Just because you knocked out my radar, doesn't mean there aren't other cutters out there, looking for you."

"Dan, I know there aren't. All of Sector 1 is hanging out by the Banks waiting for that storm."

"Plus Jen, I know your ship is damaged, or else you'd be running your second engine which outclasses everything in this sector."

Jen subconsciously looked up at the indicator panel. The light indicating the second engine was still off. "You know Dan, I thought I took your antennae out."

Dan actually laughed. "Yeah, ya did. I'm surprised you didn't know this. There is another radio transmitter on your ship. We patched it through to the regular radio to…" Dan stopped talking.

Jen broke off and ran to the main control panel. On it were the switches to raise and lower the guns. She switched them all up before turning to the radio jammer. She put the jamming signal on as high as it would go. She then ran to the door of the bridge. "Mr. Collins! Open fire, all batteries! Now!"

"10 minutes until fogbank Captain," said Johnny.

During these cat and mouse games with the US Navy and Coast Guard Jen let her guard down a little. She acted like the rogue pirate she was, joking with her crew. But when capture seemed truly imminent, her military training shown through, and the ship acted like a true military ship.

"Thank you Mr. Greer. When we have reached the fog, wait 3 minutes then hard a starboard. If they can't find us they'll fire a volley, I don't want that hitting us by chance, understood?"

"Yes Captain."

Jen leaned on the table holding her charts. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she shook her head. She was running out of time. 'Damn it, I knew coming into Boston with only one good engine was a bad idea. The bloody mob only works on their schedule, and if we're caught with this cargo, betraying my nation will be the least of my problems.' "Mr. Greer?"

"Yes Captain?"

"Instruct the bo'sun's mate to prepare the cargo to be thrown overboard. I want it weighted so it cannot be retrieved. The Coast Guard cannot find us with it."

"You're not gonna tell me what it is, are you ma'am?"

"John, I don't know what it is. All they told me was that it had to get to Egypt, that's all I know." Jen looked down at her watch. Five minutes to the fog. She grabbed the radio. "Bridge to comm."

"Comm to bridge, aye."

"Mr. Jennings, find out where that radio signal is coming from, and destroy it."

"Aye aye Captain. I'm scanning the ship as we speak."

Jen did her best to block out the sounds of the battle erupting around her. 2 minutes until the fog. Maybe, just maybe they'll make it. She allowed herself one quick sigh of relief, but it was too soon. The deck underneath her bucked, sending her flying into the chart table. Burning rubber and gunpowder betrayed what had happened. They had been hit. "Bridge to engineering."

She heard coughing on the other end of the line. "Engineering to bridge, aye."

"Mr. Jones, damage report."

"Damage report, aye ma'am. Just give me a moment."

Jen was about to yell, but was cut off. "Second engine is fully operational ma'am."

"You are a godsend Brian." She turned to Johnny. "Cut in the second engine and lets lose these bastards for good."

"Comm to bridge!"

"What is it?"

"Captain, we've found the radio signal. It's a man. Jimmy Taylor, the new kid."

Jen clenched her jaw. "Greer, hold off on the second engine." She picked up the radio. "Jennings, bring him out on deck."

She didn't wait for his assent, but walked straight to the deck. She watched impassively as the young man was carried onto the deck, struggling between two of the stronger men on her ship. He was thrown at her feet.

He looked up, tears in his eyes. "Captain, I didn't want to do it. They said they were gonna throw me in jail if I didn't help catch you. I didn't want to do it, I swear!"

"Stand up!" she barked. The man slowly got to his feet. "Look around you," she ordered. "Some of these men have been with me for years. They left the military with me, turning their backs on their families, their lives and their country. I picked you up, a sniveling brat on the dock in Gloucester. I made you a man! And this is how you thank me? You betrayed your fellow sailors and me. We are like a family aboard this ship, we all look out for one another. We trusted you, and you have betrayed that trust. Good bye Jimmy." Jen was deaf to his pleas. She looked towards the cutter, knowing her brother was watching her. She raised the gun, and without even flinching, pulled the trigger, shooting the young man in the head, watching him fall overboard. She continued watching the cutter until they were obscured by the fog. She walked slowly back to the bridge, letting everyone know who was captain. "Johnny, cut in the second engine now. And turn 5 points abaft the starboard beam."

She sat down in the captain's chair, thinking. "And John, throw the cargo overboard. We're done doing the mob's dirty work. There are too many leaks in it. Every time we do a job for them, my ship gets attacked."

"Aye aye Captain." Johnny visibly relaxed. He was grateful for Jen's decision. Mystery cargoes were bad luck.

As he went to convey her orders, Jen walked onto the bow deck, watching it cut through the waves. She saw the splash as the cargo was dumped overboard, thinking little of it, until a strange sight greeted her eyes. The water looked like something had pulsed under it. She shook her head, decided to think little about it until Johnny called her. "Captain, we're gaining speed."

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