"Shut up or you'll wake her up," a voice whispered.
My back was stiff and my legs where sore. It took me a minute to remember that I had slept in a tree for safety and, once I remembered why I wasn't on the ship anymore, I felt like an orphan all over again.
"I think she is waking up," a different voice whispered excitedly.
Fear set in. This was a dangerous place where I could be tortured and killed. I had no time to be sad- I needed to be able to fight off whoever these creatures were.
I opened my tired eyes slowly and lifted my aching neck to look down at the whispering. It was a lot of what looked like your average neighborhood kids. These boys were a little rougher looking, but still the same in ways that they made you feel. They looked homey, friendly almost. They all just stared back up at me as I gazed down at them. None of them spoke, but they all wore bright smiles.
"Who are you?" I asked the group of around ten. Their ages ranged from around 10 to my age.
"We are the lost boys," one of the younger ones announced with pride. "Who are you?" He called up to me.
I began to worry. These were Pan's boys and I had been told how dangerous he was as well as his boys. 'They don't look deadly,' I remember Hook telling me about the lost boys. 'But I have lost many good men at the hands of those monsters.' Hook was right. The lost boys looked like nice boys who just wanted to have a good day out in the woods. They didn't look like they could kill a spider let alone a person. But, if they hated pirates I knew they would hate me if they found out I was basically one myself. Or I use to be. I didn't know what I as anymore. I decided to give them a fake name to protect my identity.
"I'm Jane," I lied giving them the first name that came to my mind. Plain Jane.
"Need any help down, Jane?" One of the older ones offered. I, of course, said no. These boys were killers and I didn't want one touching me. I would play along that I wasn't afraid of them, but only because I didn't want to be alone.
This was a scary place. Mostly because of Pan and the lost boys, but I knew, as long as they didn't know who I was, I was safe. Besides I didn't want to feel like an orphan like I had my whole life and then again the night before. I guess you could say I was vulnerable.
"How did you get here?" Another one of the older boys asked me as I hopped down from the tree.
"The pirates kidnapped me," I told them, which wasn't all a lie. I was kidnapped, but it was to be with my long lost father. I would just leave that part out, I thought to myself. "I escaped last night. I was there for over a week."
They all let out a gasp and a lot of their faces turned angry. "We must tell Peter," a young one exclaimed. The others nodded in agreement.
I didn't want to start a fight between the groups. Of course, I didn't want my father to be attacked even if I didn't think I knew him as well as I thought I did. I knew he loved me.
"Why? It's no big deal. I'm fine, really," I tried to convince them. "They treated me well and didn't hurt me."
"Who didn't hurt you?" a voice from behind me made me jump. I spun around to see a floating boy with the prettiest eyes I had ever seen.
They stared into mine questioningly. His feet met the grass I'm front of me. He was a bit taller than me with a very stunning face. The green twinkled in his eyes and his brown hair lightened, under the sun. He was clearly strong and fit. You could tell because he was shirtless and his muscles were hard to miss. His blue jeans were ripped and dirty, but besides this there was only one other thing I could find not-flawless about how he looked. There was a long scar that traveled from around his collar bone to the middle of this stomach. It was jagged and looked painful even though it had been healed.
I tried not to stare at the scar and I met his eyes once more. In that moment, I didn't care how evil that boy was. All I knew was that he was looking at me and I was looking back and it was beautiful.
"Hook," a lost boy answered for me.
Peter's hidden smile that he wore in his eyes was stolen away. He pushed passed me and up to the boy who told him. "What happened," he demanded to know.
"Jane was kidnapped by Hook and brought here," the boy blurted out. "She just barely escaped last night. He had held her for weeks," the boy exaggerated talking quicker and quicker. He was probably around fourteen. He was plump but not fat with dark brown eyes. He had curly brown hair and freckle dotted his round face like sprinkles on a cake.
"Curly, slow down," Peter laughed lightly. "I'll take it that this is Jane?" He asked Curly, as he motioned to me. Curly nodded vigorously. "Is that true, Jane?" He turned to me to confirm as he smiled like he had a secret.
"Um, yes, kind of," I agreed not sure if it was a mistake or not. But what could I say? I couldn't take everything back and run back to the ship. I was too deep in now. I was just along for the ride.
"Great," Peter bellowed and grabbed both my hands in his. "That means you can stay with us," he announced causing all the boys to cheer. "Don't worry, Jane, we will get revenge on that dirty pirate."
I wanted off this ride.
