Sorry, the first time I uploaded this I didn't do the right one, so here's the real story...
Of Rhymes and Fairy Tales
The story I am about to tell you is one that has been retold over the centuries. And everytime I hear it, I feel the story has gone out of hand and should be retold as it originally happened. The original story, the one in the book is wrong even still. So just sit back and listen to the story from a firsthand experience.
It all started on November 17, many many years ago. A fisher and his wife lived in England, a humble couple who didn't have much, but were caring and supportive of each other. The wife was expecting a child, unbeknownst to her, there were twins. And they came early morning November 17.
The first came, a boy, who they named Peter Michael Hoskin. And two hours later, the second finally came. A girl, who they named Jamelynn Annabelle Hoskin. The fisher and his wife tried to give them the life they deserved, and until they were 5, they lived that life.
How Jamelynn and Peter got to Never Neverland is a mystery even to them. No one remembers what happened, but there are stories. Some say the Fisher didn't have enough money to keep them alive, so the fairies stole them away, knowing the twins were special.
But the story everyone believes was that The Fisher's Wife realized just how special the twins were, she realized just how powerless against them she would become, and realized just what she had to do. She sent them away to a place she knew they would never return, they wouldn't want to, anyway.
As our twins grew up, they forgot their beginnings and never looked towards their ends, instead of growing up, they stayed the same. In Never Neverland, they were the rulers. Peter gathered happy thoughts and orphaned children, and at first it was him and Jamelynn together always.
But when they were 10, Jamelynn found her calling. She saw it first, arriving for the first time on the horizon. She saw it in the distance as if it were calling her name, it drew her to it, like a moth to the flame. Jamelynn knew it was destiny.
Peter said they were too old for sword fights, but she didn't care. She had been told that if she ever fought a pirate, a metal sword was better than a wooden one. She took the metal sword she had found months ago, and snuck out. She found her way to the harbor where the ship was resting. It was just sitting there, waiting, for her.
"I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life." She murmured staring up at the wondrous ship. She sneaked on and felt the wooden boards creak under her leather boots, she felt the slow rocking of the boat in the water, and the soothing scent of salt water drif through the air. She knew this was where she belonged.
"Oi, what 'er you doin'? Eh, missie?" A voice grunted from behind her. An old man with one good leg glared at her through his stormy grey eyes. Jamelynn knew it was meant to scare her, but she didn't scare easy. She looked him straight in the eye and smiled.
"Is this your boat?" She asked in a polite voice. The man nodded still glaring at her. He walked around her, seeing if she was fit. Or at least that's what Jamelynn thought.
"Ay, missie, this be me ship. But the question is, what are you doing on it?" He asked roughly.
"It called me. I had to come look at it. It's beautiful." She added admiring the way the paint looked so real.
"Ah, the young lady admires me boat. Have you ever sailed one, lassie?" He asked she shook her head.
"Nah, my brother stays in a tree all day. He doesn't especially like water. And I rarely go anywhere without my brother." Jamelynn explained.
"And where is your brother now?"
"Still asleep. Like I said, the ship called to me. I could hear it when it was still miles away." She said still staring at the old man.
"Hows about, I teach you how to properly sail and run this ship and when I retire I give this mighty beauty to you? How does that sound, little lady?" He said winking at her.
"That would be fantastic! How long would that take?" She asked sparing a small glance at the tree where her older brother slept peacefully unaware of the arrangement.
"A few months. Don't worry about your brother missie. You'll see him again. I promise we'll go sailing about for a year, and when we come back he'll be King of The Land and you'll be Queen of the Waters. How does that sound?" He said following her eyes to the tree house.
She thought about it for a bit. Watching the sun rise in the East and listening to the waking birds. "Alright, I'll do it!" She said giving in. The man smiled, glad he didn't have to sell his most prized possession.
"Good, now tell me darling, what is the name I shall call you by?" He asked putting his arm around Jamelynn and leading her to the rigging. He had lots to teach her and a year to do it.
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"Peter!" She called. She just had her first lesson on the ship and she came back to gather her things and tell her brother goodbye. She was heading off to go sail around for a year.
"Jamelynn, I was worried. Where have you been?" He asked hugging his sister.
"Well, I saw it on the horizon. I saw my calling on the horizon Peter. A ship, and oh was it beautiful. Peter, I'm leaving. For a year. I'll be sailing, learning how to run and sail a ship. A whole year, Peter! And Cabby said that he'll teach me other things like how to sword fight, and how to steal things." Jamelynn said. She was so excited Peter didn't want to stop her, but he didn't want to lose his sister.
"But Jamie, you already know how to sword fight." He said hoping she would reconsider.
"I know, but he'll teach me how to really sword fight, like a professional. He'll teach me different ways. Oh Peter, just you watch I'll come back in a year, and you'll see. I think this is where I truly belong." She said, Peter nodded and hugged his sister.
"Come on, I'll help you pack." They packed her belongings up and walked down to the harbor together.
"I'll miss you, Jamie." He said as they hugged.
"And I'll miss you. Peter, Peter the loneliest boy in Neverland. Peter, oh Peter the King and Lord of the Land. Crow my brother, crow til the end. Crow in the air, Crow Peter Pan." Jamelynn whispered. It was the rhyme she had made when they first got here. She called him Peter Pan whenever she could. A childhood name she never gave up.
"Little miss Jamie, little miss Jamie, the Queen of Waters and jokes. Swing your sword and throw your jokes, little miss Jamie captain of hooks."