Peter sat on the tree branch looking out over the bay. The pirate ship was gone and with it went a great deal of his adventures.
The stars and the moon lit up the area below him. He could clearly see all of the movement going on around him. There wasn't much, where once there would have been pirate hunting parties there were only animals that were now ready to sleep.
A small tear ran down his face. He brushed it aside and scowled at it as it dropped to the ground. The splash of the tear quickly turned into leaves and a tall orange flower grew from the spot where the tear had landed.
He could hear the Indians on the west side of the island; he looked over and could see the glow of their campfire over the top of the hills. He rubbed his eyes, frustrated at the feeling of boredom and loneliness that seemed to follow him around. He let out an annoyed roar as he stretched and rolled back off the branch. He floated upside down with his feet on the bottom of the branch and his arms folded over his chest. He didn't know how long it had been since the lost boys had left. He had had many adventures since then, but what good were adventures with no one to tell about them. There was no one to listen to his stories and no one to tell him any more.
A tugging on the back of his hair broke the trance that he was under and brought him back to the real world. The small green light flew about his head in an excited manner. Peter clapped his hands together in an attempt to catch her. Tinkerbell found her way into his shirt and began tickling him ruthlessly. She was tired of seeing him without a smile and had made it her mission to make him laugh again. But now there were more important things for her to worry about, but still she needed Peter to be back to the way he was before if he was going to help her. Tinkerbell hovered right-side-up in front of him and wagged her finger at him. Peter laughed at her as she told him off and tried to poke her. Tinkerbell moved out of the way and appeared again closer to his face and let out a small 'grrr'.
Peter smiled. "You know what Tink? Just because they're gone doesn't mean that I can't have adventures. Do you think I should visit them?" he added quickly at the end, not quite feeling as happy as he tried to show he was. Tinkerbell slapped him on the forehead. "I guess not." He laughed.
He allowed himself to drop to the ground, stopping just before he landed on his head, allowing him time to right himself. He turned back and looked up at his fairy. "See if you can keep up Tink" he called. He flew up over the bay and raced through the forest, closely followed by the small green light of an annoyed fairy.
