Moira felt like she would never make it then a flash of light blinded her and she gasped at the sight below her. For as long as she could remember Grandmother Wendy had told her stories and described the enchanted land but even her vivid tellings could not compare to seeing Neverland herself. The sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon as Moira flew over what must be Mermaid's Lagoon. She smiled as she saw them sleeping on various rocks and on the sand. "Beautiful." She muttered to herself with a smile and decided it best to go to the tree line. Her legs were wobbly after flying for so long so she stumbled and had to hold on to a tree till she regained her balance.
It was still dark as night in the forest in front of her but try as she might she couldn't lift off from the ground again. "Dust must have worn off." Moira said aloud, biting her lip at her predicament. Forest or beach? If she went along the beach pirates might see her, but the forest creeped her out. Sighing she dug in her bag and withdrew her torch and a small bread roll. Flicking on her torch she pointed it into the dark and nibbled on her snack while she walked. After walking until she was done with her biscuit Moira sighed and decided to rest for a little, the sun still wasn't high enough to filter through the canopy so the odds of finding the hideout were slim. Finding a nearby tree the leaned her back against it and slumped to the ground. Moira pulled her knees close and rested her head on them. "I'll just rest here a moment." She muttered and closed her tired eyes.
Smee's brow furrowed in confusion as he struggled with his telescope to see the distant shoreline better. Until a moment ago Smee's watch was passing slowly and with great boredom but then a strange flash of light in the corner of his eye caught his attention. The beam of light was skyward for just a moment and Smee squinted through his aged telescope to see the persons face. The stranger looked to be a young girl with wind roughed curls and there was something about her face that triggered something in his memory.
"Wendy?" Smee muttered under his breath as he watched the girl turn into the trees and disappear. He stowed his telescope in his satchel and his eyes darted around the deck. No one seemed to notice what he was doing and none seemed the wiser to the new arrival to the island. Smee would just as soon leave it that way. He was tired of chasing children about the island and as he looked up to the door to the captain's quarters Smee decided that he would be the last one to say anything about the young visitor.
However, much to Smee's displeasure there was another watchful eye on the Jolly Rogger. Captain Hook had also seen moment while at his window, and snatched up his glass so quickly it nearly toppled out of the window and into the depths. Putting it to his eye he smirked at the discovery. Though he did not care to realize it was in fact a girl he knew one thing for sure. If he captured the child Peter Pan would come to him. Lowering his spyglass he turned and bellowed, "Smee!"
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