Chapter 2
Peter felt constricting arms wrap around his waist, and a second later he was hauled off his feet by the wretched, stinking sailor. Immediately Peter began to kick furiously. His arms were still free, and he desperately struggled to pull away the pirate arms, that were locked around him.
He found himself painfully crushed against the same barrels he had been hiding behind, and bit back a scream as another pirate roughly grabbed him by the hair. Peter kept fighting, but his hands were quickly bound, and he could do little more than kick and hiss insults at his captors.
A third man approached Peter with a strange expression on his leathery face; He pulled Peter's head up by the hair, ignoring Peter's attempts to bite and kick him, and stared at the feral boy before him. A glow of recognition lighted the pirate's eyes, and was soon followed by uncontrollable excitement.
"Mates! This 'ere be Peter Pan!" His shipmates merely laughed in disbelief.
"Don't be daft... Pan's got brats of his own now! Remember what the Cap'n said... He's been over to kidnap 'em. Stands to reason Pan must be grown if he's got children!"
All the while, Peter carried on lashing out, trying to gain his freedom, not listening to the pirates' argument.
"I tell you, it's him! It's Pan! The trap's worked... and it was us what caught 'im!" The other two surveyed the wriggling boy once more. Certainly he looked like Pan, though their memory of his face had faded. He was clad in skeleton leaves, and held an unruly appearance, with unkempt auburn hair and striking blue eyes. Perhaps this really was the Pan. And if this was he, then they were surly in for a grand reward from their Captain!