Okay so I promised I'd update quick and I did :) I hope you enjoy this chapter. i have made Captain Hook a bit more like a real pirate not a kids fairy tale so sorry if I offend but I guess you will have to just get over it... :) ENJOY R&R xx
Chapter 2
The first thing I did when I woke up was vomit. It was either from the foul taste in my mouth or the rocking back and forth. It was when I went to wipe my mouth that I realised my hands were tied. This in turn led to the discovery that a rope around my waist tied me to a pole. When I looked around I finally noticed I was on a ship. I must have been tied to the mast in the centre of the deck because I had full view of the crowd of men who had gathered in front of me.
A man with a parrot on his shoulder stepped out of the crowd. "Well, it's nice of you to finally wake." He had a scratchy sinister voice that made my hair rise on the back of my neck. He walked closer and stooped over so he was eye level. I heard the squawk and my eyes focused on the parrot with one leg, it was the one that bit my finger and this was the supposed homeless man that had been standing at the front of my house. My finger twinged and I looked down, it was still bleeding. "My names Captain James Hook and welcome to Neverland." He smiled a sinister grin. Some of his teeth were missing and the front one was gold. I was in too much shock to react. A pirate, Captain Hook, Neverland, but that was a fairy tale, wasn't it?
"You're rather pretty aren't you?" He stroked the side of my cheek and ran his hand down my neck. I cringed away. His expression turned from mock into anger. Lots of people had called me pretty, even beautiful. If it weren't for mother's over-protectiveness I would have had a boyfriend at school. I had clear green eyes with hints of brown and blue and long wavy brown hair with honey highlights throughout. My skin was naturally a tanned colour that all my friends were jealous of and full red lips. My mother used to say it was a gift to be so beautiful but I guess in this case I could have gone without. Hook grabbed my hair and yanked my head back so it hit the pole. I screamed in pain and could feel the hair ripping from my scalp. "You better get used to being touched girlie because every time you cringe I will cut you." He banged me against the mast and my head began to throb. I groaned in pain. Captain Hook began to run his hand down the side of my face, past my shoulder to my hip, resting his hand on the small of my back. "That's better, now was that so hard." He leant in, pressing himself against me. That's when I decide to spit in his face.
He slapped me. "What a waste." Captain Hook shook his head; he pulled out his sword and sliced at the rope binding me to the mast. Grabbing my hair again he led me to the edge of the ship. "And I thought we had made a excellent discovery when we found you. That's when I noticed the audience, the pirate crew, sneering at me with pistols raised. "Now I'm going to have to kill you."That's when he pushed me off the ship.
I screamed. Then I was still screaming. I hadn't hit any water, I was still falling. I looked down and saw the ocean hundreds of metres below. Captain Hook's ship hadn't been in the water, it was flying in the air. A pirate ship was flying, just like in the fairytale Peter Pan, which meant this was all a dream, right? I thought back and remembered that I'd been reading a book and must have fallen asleep. But I didn't think my imagination was this, well, imaginative, and it felt too real. I was going to die, and it was going to hurt. "I love you mum," I whispered, "and dad, even though you left me, see you soon Tom." I closed my eyes and waited for the impact.
Then I hit something and I could feel someone's arms wrap around me and I was being carried bridal style. I couldn't feel any pain. Heaven, I must be dead and I've gone to heaven. It felt like I was flying through the air in this person's arms. I opened my eyes and the first thing I see is a boy's face. Well, not really a boy, he looked about 15, my age. He was beautiful, must be an angel. He had dirty blonde hair that was a knot of messy long curls. His eyes were a bright blue, the sort of eyes you got lost in and he had a boyish grin on his face, making him look mischievous, younger. That's when I noticed the bottom of a ship in the sky above me. I hadn't died! I looked down and we were inches away from the water, and we were flying!
"Ahhh!" I freaked out and rolled over out of the boys arms, falling into the water. I was still tied at the hands and I found it difficult to swim. The boy was flying!
"I'm not going to hurt you." The boy reached down and grasped my hand; pulling out a knife from a sheath on his hip he sliced the rope. He was wearing makeshift pants that looked like they had been woven from vines that also wrapped around his left shoulder and over his chest. The "clothing" was decorated with leaves and nuts. "My names Peter Pan, what's yours." Peter Pan, Captain Hook, pirates, flying, this was too much for me to handle. I must be dreaming but Peter was still hovering above me while I was shivering in the water, the cold felt too real to be a dream.
"Melanie." I whispered automatically as I tried to figure out what was happening. Peter started to pull me out of the water when a slimy hand grasped around my ankle. I screamed again. I was doing a lot of screaming.
I was yanked under the water and from Peter's hold. I couldn't breathe but I was getting pulled deeper and deeper. I kicked out with my free foot and hit something. The hand let go of my ankle and I looked down. It was a mermaid, a scary but beautiful mermaid. I tried to swim back to the water's surface but the mermaid grabbed my right hand and yanked me down so I was facing her. I was mesmerised and I couldn't get my body to move. She looked at the cut from the parrot on my finger and a look of recognition crossed her face.
"Vestigium ex oraculum," the mermaid whispered. She leant in and kissed me on the cheek. She whispered 'Vestigium ex oraculum' again and then bit my hand. One minute she is drowning me then she kisses me on the cheek, now she's bitten my hand. My right hand isn't having a very good day. I break out of the trance, scream and yank free. I'm out of breath and can't swim up to get air. I look down and the mermaid is gone and then Peter is in the water pulling me out. I'm in his arms again and we are flying. My hand is burning where the mermaid bit me.
We reach the shore and Peter lays me down in the shade. "It hurts, like it's on fire." I gasped, writhing in pain as another wave of heat went over my body. I definitely wasn't dreaming, my imagination isn't this good.
"What hurts?" He looked over my body for any wounds. I hold up my hand to make it easier for him. He grasped my wrist and studies the bite. "She bit you?" He looked stunned. "Mermaids don't bite people."
"This one did." I wince as another wave of fire washed over me. "And don't forget the parrot." I wiggle my finger.
"That's a lot of bites,"
"Huh, mum would say I had rabies." My bad attempt at a joke.
A slight grin plays on Peter's lips. "It looks really bad. I'll take you to the Indians; they'll know what to do." He picked me up again and took off, we were flying. Indians, they were in the Peter Pan story too.
"Peter, where are we?" I looked up at him and caught him studying my face.
"Neverland." He looked distraught. I winced as the pain from my hand increased. My heart throbbed, I was in Neverland and it wasn't a dream.
"How did I get here?" I winced as my wound began to burn more.
"Captain Hook stole you." Peter looked withdrawn. "He and his crew like to steal children from Earth and bring them here. The children are either enslaved, killed or sometimes I can save them." A sad look washed over his face. "All the children he usually steels are younger though, usually 7 to 10 years old. You're the oldest he's ever kidnapped."
"How do I get home?" More anguish washed over Peter's face and my vision started to blur.
"You don't. Stolen children can never leave Neverland. It's impossible, we've tried." Before I could ask anymore we landed in a camp and a bunch of Indian men came over, took me from Peter's arms and carried me to a tent. I looked back at Peter in surprise, wanting to know more but he wouldn't meet my gaze. That's when I blacked out.
I would never see my mum again. That was what Peter had said. I would never leave Neverland and get back home. I was trapped in a fairytale with no way out. I didn't look good considering what had happened to me so far. Kidnapped, almost killed, almost drowned and bitten by a mermaid, and it was just the beginning.
