As if my Phantom of the Opera phase wasn't bad enough…
Now when people ask me what my favorite movie is
I hang my head and mumble,
"Peter Pan".
And soon after…
"No, I'm serious."
I still don't own anything.
That ain't gonna change.
Chapter 2
"Oi, Jack! Ready tha boats, be quick and we might let you come along this time!!" ordered one of the uglier crew members, Alf Mason.
I jumped up from idly scrubbing the deck and ran to the lifeboats.
Hurriedly, I scrambled with the knots, lowering them slowly so they were ready to cast off.
Oh, how I wished to go on one of their adventures.
I unraveled the ladder as they approached.
I stood straight and smiled.
"Aright, yeh can come this time. Buh I tink the cap'n was lookin' for you, you'd best go see him firs', we'll wait for ya," said Alf, smiling strangely.
I nodded and broke toward the captain's quarters.
Knocking quickly, I let myself in.
"Sorry, cap'n, you wanted to see me?"
Sitting, looking at me in his mirrors, he finished fastening his hook before replying.
"No, I'm sorry, m'dear, they must've tricked you again."
I groaned and stepped over to one of his windows.
Sure enough, there they were, rowing away toward shore and snickering all the while.
"Y'know, love... Next time they order you to do something. Say no. That way you won't have to bother me again," he grumbled, standing up.
"I'm... I'm sorry captain. I just thought that maybe this time I could actually..." I started, but faded off.
"I told you that telling everyone you were a girl was a bad idea," He said casually, picking out a pair of shoes.
I turned around to look at him, "Doesn't the crew deserve to know!?"
"And what, precisely, deserving of anything? I'm lucky if my plan doesn't reach Pan before we do…" I think he was thinking aloud… But I'm not sure.
"You should really have more respect for them! They treat you like a king! And why do you keep bringing up this plan? All my life, I've been 'worth the trouble' because of a 'plan'. Wh-"
"What is this, I hear!? Must you go into the bowels once again?"
"No, please, no sir-captain... I-"
"Silence, roach spit. Leave my room. I have guests coming, and you shouldn't be here," He laughed.
I sighed and moved toward the doors.
Upon opening one of them, Lady Lucinda stepped in, flauntingly.
Looking at me, then to Hook with disgust, I knew exactly what she was thinking.
Pedaphile.
I smirked and walked out the door, slamming it ever so slightly.
Leaning against the railing, I examined the horizon.
Neverland.
With a sigh, I turned around and leaned myself on it with my elbows.
A strange noise filled my ears.
Small, but there.
I looked over toward its source.
There was a Muscat bottle that seemed to have a moving light inside, clanging against the glass walls.
I cocked my head and walked over to it, leaving the wood fencing.
Peering down the neck of the bottle, I gasped.
A fairy stared up at me and I grinned.
Grabbing the bottle, I raced down to my cabin down in to the brew cell.
(That captain always kept my sleeping quarters apart from everyone else's.
Only recently do I understand why.)
I bent down, squinting into the bottle to get a better look at it.
It was beautiful, glowing and distressed.
"Hello," I smiled.
I heard a two syllable squeak and saw her waving at me.
I laughed and asked,
"Would you like me to get you out?"
Though I wonder how she got in...
She jumped all around the inside and squealed.
Taking that as a yes, I took the bottle by the bottom and smashed the thin part against the floor.
She fluttered out instantaneously.
Flying about the room, she shrieked with joy.
I laughed and she perched herself precariously on a barrel next to me.
I looked at her, with almost a bit of envy, as she was gorgeous.
Flowing red hair, hair almost as red as the rose petals that were her dress.
Her complexion, perfect.
Her body, perfect-er.
And looking down at myself...
I was a boy.
There was no beauty,
nor grace,
nor respect.
I was just a boy.
Well...
I looked like one anyway.
