Lovely Wendy
Chapter 2: The Rescue
Wendy awoke with a start to find that she was tucked snugly into her bed. She recalled the events of the previous night and briefly wondered if it had been a dream. "No" she thought to herself. She distinctly remembered the soft touch of the Captain as she drifted off into sleep. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes, trying to make the sensation real again. Suddenly, an ear-splitting explosion rocked the whole ship and almost threw Wendy off her bed. She's heard this before: it must be the canons. Pulling on her robe, she hurried to the deck to see what was going on. Up on the deck, Hook's crewmen were running around like imbeciles, flailing swords and pistols and daggers. To her shock, she saw that Hook himself was fighting none other than Peter Pan. Peter was weilding a dagger, and was slashing away at the Captain. Wendy thought momentarily about what she would do if Hook was injured, and the thought brought an unpleasant knot to her gut. "Peter!" She called out, running across the deck. "Peter stop!" When he saw her, Peter abandoned his fight with Hook and flew to Wendy. "Wendy!" He cried, "I'm so sorry we fought the other day! But I'm here now to rescue you!" "Peter I don't want-" she tried to say what was on her mind, but before she knew it she was in Peter's arms and they were soaring above the pirates. Pan and Wendy hovered just a few feet away from Hook. "Go ahead ya cod fish, use your gun!" He taunted. The Captain was torn. He didn't want to let Pan go, but if he shot and missed he would hurt Wendy, and he could not live with that. For a moment Wendy and her Captain locked eyes, and that moment seemed to extend forever. As they stared into each others eyes, there was an unspoken longing: Wendy wanted to be in Hook's arms this time, not Peter's. She wanted nothing more than to reach out her hand for Hook and let him see that she wanted to stay with him. Still looking into Wendy's eyes, Hook said with a strained voice "You've won this time Pan. But this is not over." Peter took that as a victory and laughed a condescending laugh. "Maybe it is maybe it isn't." he scoffed, "Just keep your filthy hook off a' Wendy, because I'll always come to her rescue." With that Peter flew off carrying Wendy in his arms. As they drifted away, Wendy's heart wrenched and she reached out for Hook. But it was too late. To her dismay he shook his head forlornly. The last thing she saw before he turned to go below deck was the undeniable hint of a tear in her Captain's sad sapphire eyes.