"Hello ladies!"
Peter calls down to his new friends and lands on a rock right above them. They circle around in the water giggling and blushing as he approaches.
"Hello Peter!" They all call in unison and Peter smiles.
The mermaids were so nice to him. Unlike the savage Indians he met last week. He lands on another rock right in front of them and they quickly gather around him.
"Which one of you wants to tell me what you found first?" The mermaids giggle and a blonde one produces a pink piece of coral.
"I found this! Could you use it to make something pretty for me?" Peter looks at it and smiles again.
"Sure, I could make you something for your hair..." The mermaid's eyes light up.
"A pendant!" Peter shrugs and takes the coral.
"Sure, whatever that is..."
The girls murmur excitedly and hand him all of their treasures quickly to make stuff for them. He smiles ad flies away with an armful of undersea trinkets. He flies back to his hideout and deposits the stuff on his bed.

He looks at the coral and turns it in his hand. He sets it down and grabs the chisel Tink made for him. He grabs a rock and hits the chisel with it. It slowly chips the coral into a small clip shape. He sighs after a few minutes and puts the chisel down.
"This is taking too long... Tink!" Tinker Bell appears from her little chamber and flies slowly over to him.
"What do you want now Peter?" Peter looks at the coral and frowns.
"I need to go to the mainland..." Tink instantly stiffens.
"What? Why?" Peter looks at the chisel and frowns.
"I need something better than a chisel, and I don't want to wait for you to make something else. I'm going to find a sharp thing over there." Tink frowns and lands on his shoulder.
"But your only eight Peter, you could get lost..." Peter rolls his eyes.
"I'll be fine Tink. I'm old enough to take care of myself. If I get lost, which I won't, I'll just fly up." Tinker Bell sighs and shakes her head.
"But normal people don't fly Peter; you are going to have to look normal." Peter sighs and pouts.
"But I'm not normal, I'm me. And I can fly. What if I go at night? Then no one will see me." Tink sighs and gives in.
"Fine but you better be careful..." Peter nods and stands up quickly, knocking her over.
"Of course! Ok seeya!" He flies out quickly leaving Tinker Bell somersaulting in the air.

He flies up and up more until he hits the star he is looking for. He blinks and finds himself in the sky above London. He smiles and flies downward in the black night sky. He land on the roof of a house. He looks around and shudders. This place felt strangely familiar to him. Peter looks around more and suddenly remembers this as his house. He flies down to what used to be his bedroom window. He peers in and finds it changed. The walls have new paint on them and asleep in a kid sized bed is a small boy with hair similar to peter's. He frowns and searches for any sign of his sister. He shakes his head when he finds nothing. They had forgotten about him, and something happened to his sister.
"What did they do to her after I left?" He whispers quietly to himself and frowns finding all the doors and windows locked. He flies up angrily and looks around for what he came to find.

He lands on a dark empty street. He looks into store windows until he finds a sword shop. He smiles when he sees a dagger on display. He is about to break the glass on the door when a voice stops him. "
What are you doing kid?" Peter spins around and faces a boy about 4 years older than him with black hair.
"Nothing..." Peter backs up to the glass, looking for an opening. The older boy approaches him, holding a small toy ship in his hands.
"Liar. You were going to try and steal that dagger. Why do you want it?" Peter sighs and considers flying up.
"I-I needed it to make something for a friend." The boy steps closer and Peter quickly glances up.
"Ok well if you want it so bad we can help. Hey Smee! Get over here!" A small rotund boy in a striped blue and white shirt runs up to the older boy.
"Yes sir!" The older boy sighs and points to the dagger.
"Get that for the boy. On the double!" Smee salutes and runs through an alley. The older boy smiles and holds out his hand to Peter.
"My names James. What's yours?" Peter looks at the hand and hold out his own uncertainly.
"Uh, I'm Peter..." James grabs his hand and gives it a good shake.
"Nice to meet you Peter. That kid getting you your dagger is Smee. His real name is Lesley but that sounds Girly so I changed it for him." Peter nods and waits for Smee to return. "How old are you Peter?" James examines the toy ship in his hands and smiles at it.
"I'm 8 years old." James nods and continues smiling at his ship.
"I'm 13. Smee is 10. We're orphans, how about you?" Peter looks at him confused.
"What are orphans?" James chuckles and looks at Peter.
"Orphans are kids without parents."
Peter smiles and stands taller.
"Well I'm an orphan too than." James nods and looks back at his ship.
"Ok, you're new in town, I've never seen you in London." Peter nods and shuffles anxiously with his feet.
"Uh ya, I live somewhere else..." James smiles at his ship again.
"Ya, somewhere with weird clothes... Are you British?" Peter thinks about then nods. James looks up and down peter's outfit and chuckles. "Make that yourself? They're ridiculous..."
His eyes land on Peter's face and he gasps. Peter quickly looks down, afraid of what he knows James saw.
"What wrong with your ears?" Peter sighs and looks at his feet.
"Wha-what do you mean..." James walks closer to him and pokes a pointy ear carefully.
"Why are they all pointy? Are you an elf or something?" Peter shrugs and keeps looking at his brown moccasins.
"I-well kind of... I mean I'm not an elf but..." He shakes his head and is about to explain more when Smee comes back with a dagger and a sheath for it. James holds back Smee and inspects Peter.
"Where did you come from Peter? Tell the truth." Peter sighs.
"I'm from a place called Neverland. You never grow up there and there are fairies and mermaids and-" James growls and grabs the dagger from Smee, pointing it at Peter's throat.
"Tell the truth you codfish!" Peter gulps and backs up again to the glass.
"I am! I swear!" James frowns and talks through clenched teeth.
"Prove it."
Peter sighs and flies up to the roof of the building. James looks up and gasps.
"How did you do that?" Peter looks down at him and smiles slightly.
"I'm from Neverland." Smee watches them quietly, awed. James smiles, and beckons to Peter.
"Teach us. I want to fly!" Peter sighs and lands behind Smee.
"I can't, I don't know how to do it... I've never really had to think about it before." James frowns and then sneers.
"Fine. But until you teach us, you won't get this dagger." Peter frowns and then looks at the tiny ship in James' other hand.
"Give me that." He points to the ship and James frowns.
"Why should I?" Peter rolls his eyes and walks closer.
"Because I can make it a real ship, and I can figure out how to make to fly, then you can come with me to Neverland." James eyes Peter doubtfully but tosses him the toy.
"Ok but take care of it, that me best ship. I call it the Jolly Roger. Don't break it!" Peter nods and flies off.
"Meet me back here tomorrow night!" He calls behind him before shooting high into the sky.

He comes back to his hideout and finds Tink pacing nervously in the air. He smiles at her.
"Hey Tink, miss me?" Tinker Bell sighs with relief and then frowns at the ship in his hand.
"That's not a sharp object..." Peter rolls his eyes.
"I know this is for James so he will give me the dagger I want. I need a bowl..." He sets the ship down on his bed and looks around for a wooden bowl he made a while ago.

He finds it and flies over to the waterfall, crawling into the opening of pixie hollow and flying over to the puddle he knew well. He lands next to it and dips the bowl into it. He grabs a large amount of water and flies back to his house carefully. He lays it on his bed and Tinker Bell looks at it skeptically.
"Water? What good will water do?" Peter smiles and grabs the toy.
"This isn't just water..."

He picks up the bowl again as flies to the shore of a large cove. He then sets the bowl down and puts the ship in the water. The water bubbles and spurts. Peter backs up and watches as the ship grows. It grows larger and larger, until it breaks the bowl. But it keeps growing until it is as big as a real ship. Peter smiles and watches as sneezes come towards it and pull it into the water. He flies onto it and looks around it, finding everything working like it should. Tinker Bell flies out of the forest by the shore and gasps. She flies up to Peter and kicks his ear angrily.
"You took THAT water! How dare you! That was stupid you know that ri-"
Peter sighs and grabs her by her wings, shaking her up and down until the floorboards beneath him glow. He flies around the ship until everything is glowing with pixie dust. He finally sets her down and goes to the wheel, flying the ship into the sky...