The familiar island was in sight. Seeing the place where he had so many adventures in his youth made a rush of nostalgia rush over him. It was almost as if the past few years of war and fighting were being washed away by the sight. Neverland was truly a magical place even if it only gave the feeling of such a thing happening.

Sitting in its usual spot was the Jolly Roger. The crew would be too busy setting the anchor and getting things ready for Hook's trap to notice him flying behind them. Peter also suspected that they would never even consider him coming back to Neverland behind them. He flew down, hiding beneath the Captain's cabin while he tried to come up with a plan.

It wasn't like he could fly right up and take Jane back. They'd see that he had grown up. If they knew that, it wouldn't take much to put two and two together to figure out that he had a family, a family they could use against him. Yes they were "using Wendy" against him, but Hook would know that a wife and children held a lot more emotional value over some girl that he had brought to Neverland for a couple of days.

No, he'd have to distract them somehow. Peter rubbed his chin, trying to figure out the best way to do so without being spotted. There was the crocodile, but he couldn't hear the familiar tick-tock and there was no way he'd be able to find it and bring it back without being seen. What else could distract the cowardly codfish? There were the lost boys, but who knew if they would listen to him now that he was an adult. Even if he did manage to sneak past the ship undetected, who knew how long it would take for the distraction to come into play. There were the mermaids, and the natives, but they held the same pitfalls as the lost boys. And who even knew where Tinkerbell was? It looked like Peter was completely on his own.

Peter heard Hook's voice carry from the deck of the ship. "Ah, yes Mr. Smee, with Wendy as bait, we can finally lure Peter Pan to his doom." The pirate laughed to himself before barking orders. "Summon the infernal crocodile!"

Smee's voice range clear. "Yes sir, right away! Who could think of the perfect plan, and fumble and bumble it every time."

Peter had to cover his mouth to stifle his laughter. Peter could hear the chum splash into the water below as poor Mr. Smee was yelled at by the captain.

"Set the bait!" Captain Hook yelled. "Soon enough, that retched boy will be but a notch in my scabbard."

It was then that Peter could make out the feint, but unmistakable sound of the clock in the stomach of the crocodile. He needed to come up with something and do it fast. Oh how Peter hoped this idea was going to work.

"Turn this ship around! We're leaving Neverland!" Peter yelled in his best Hook impression.

He tried casting his voice to the left side of the ship, hoping to turn everyone's attention that way.

"And that fairy tried telling me that Peter Pan left Neverland." Hook said. "Now come on out boy. I have a little something for you."

Peter cleared his throat. If any impression mattered, it was trying to get his old voice down. If Hook thought was something was up, then the whole distraction would be pointless and just a waste of time.

"Aw, a present, for me? You really shouldn't have." Peter said.

"Call it a token of my affection. I brought you a certain friend of yours to draw you out of hiding."

Peter laughed. "Ha, I just don't like being around codfish. They stink-" The sound of the tick-tock had grown so loud as the green scaly animal rose from the depths of the sea below Jane. "too much." His voice faltered returning to normal for a moment.

Oh no. He hoped that the captain hadn't heard it. But the baffled sounds from the crew and Hook seemed to indicate that they thought something was up. He could hear the creaking of the wooden boards as the crewmen tried to find the source of his voice.

"Why now after all this time Cap'n? I mean I haven't messed with you in ages." Peter asked, trying to maintain his childish voice.

Six years out of practice made doing this voice hard on his throat. He wouldn't be able to keep this up for too much longer. It was only a matter of time before this plan went wrong, well even more wrong than that slip up.

Peter could hear the sounds of footsteps above him. He could hear the sound of metal grinding against metal. It had to be Captain Hook running his sword against his hook, waiting for a response. If he gave one now Hook would know where he was. No amount of voice throwing would work at this distance. And while he may be had to spot hiding beneath where the cabin jutted out, with all the prying eyes on the ship, he was bound to be spotted eventually, even if he did take off. He could dive for the water, but going back up to grab Jane would get him spotted. Maybe if he could somehow trick Hook into sending her into the water. But the crocodile was here now, so it was just endanger her.

Peter glanced over to the crocodile and saw that it had submerged back into the water. He hoped it left seeing how it wasn't so easily going to get the captain, the captain that was standing right above him. Peter's heart raced as he saw the trail of bubbles go from Jane to below him. Before Peter had a chance to react, the crocodile launched itself upwards, jaws open wide, teeth shining in the sunlight. Peter pulled his legs up and accidentally slammed his head into the bottom of the captain's cabin. But his reactions were too slow as he felt the crocodile's teeth dig into his leg, shredding his pants. Peter jammed his hand into his mouth to muffle the scream of pain. The crocodile once again breached the water, snapping again at him.

As the water below him turned red he heard Captain Hook say. "Well it seems as though the crocodile has acquired the taste of Pan as well."

Peter could tell Hook was leaning over the side of the ship trying to catch a glimpse of the action. The lavender feather on Hook's hat dangled just within sight. If Hook leaned down even just a little bit more, then Peter would be caught. The crocodile leaped again, forcing Peter to fly closer to the dastardly pirate. Peter could hear Captain Hook cackling above. It was looking as though his options were to be either caught by the pirate, or by the crocodile and honestly Peter wasn't sure which option was the better one. As the crocodile dove back in the water to prepare for another breach, Peter was going to have to come up with his answer, the jaws of crocodile, or the clutches of Captain Hook.