Sorry, it took so long but here is Chapter 4! :) I hope everyone enjoys it! (Sorry if it's short I was having writer's block…)

Disclaimer: I only own Rachel and Sophi (unless I make new characters… which is very unlikely)

Sophi's POV

There was no telling what had become of Rachel and I. At one instant, we were two young children preparing for bed. Then, we were two children kidnapped by two older – and from their voices, way older – men, thrown in sacs, and onto some moving device near the window. This, quite frankly, couldn't make any more sense to me than suddenly waking up to see a unicorn with an elf on its back singing show tunes. There was no drop to the moving thing; just them placing us on whatever it was. This was so confusing.

"Get. Me. Out. Of. Here!" I screamed and struggled in the sac until I heard a gun fired. Completely frozen with fright, I made sure they had not hit me. The whole time, Rachel had been quiet and didn't answer me once so I was unsure if she was hit or not. However, I was too afraid that they would shoot again if I asked if she was okay.

The moving vehicle started accelerating to a speed much faster than I could comprehend. Wind wrapped itself around me and I thought I would be sent flying off whatever I was on. Many people started shouting and soon I was moved somewhere else and I could no longer feel the wind around me. Everyone was quiet and there were no gun shots made anymore. There was a strange sense of stillness where I now lay. I couldn't hear Rachel moving next to me either so I thought I was alone. In desperation for someone to hear me, I yelled, "Where am I?" Not expecting an answer but sure enough a voice spoke back to me. It was the low voice again.

"It surely hasn't been that long since thou have been here," the voice chirped from somewhere above me. "My dear Wendy, how could thou not recognize any of this? Especially my voice of all things, don't thou know who I am?" Grumbling about how my name was surely not 'Wendy', I tried to find someone to match the voice that was speaking to me, but I could think of no one.

"I don't know…" I murmured irritably. "Wait! Now that I think about it, you're starting to sound a little like a pedophile, yeah know?" BOOM! Wrong answer. Damn, I'm sure I'm close though…

"No, thou insolent child!" he shouted at me. The hissing of the smoke that came out of a gun could be heard in the background. "I am Captain James Hook of the Jolly Roger! Need I say more? Now, do thou know where thou art?" I thought for a second until I froze; remembering a conversation between Rachel and I. She mentioned a man by the name of Captain Hook; someone her mother had met when she was young like me. But this couldn't be real! I must be dreaming or something! How could this possibly be happening outside my mind? There was a sigh heard from somewhere above me.

Finally, I was removed from my imprisonment; I flopped out of the bag like a dying fish and hit the ground with a plop. I was too busy groaning that at first I didn't see the frightful guy in front of me. When I did, I let out a frightened squeak. He was a relatively tall man with black hair, a black mustache, a black beard, and a pirate-y garment. If he didn't possess a gun, I would yell for the second time that he looked like a pedophile. But not only was the gun he held frightening, the hook on his right hand was enough to make me pee myself (I did not, however, thank goodness).

"Now do I look familiar, dear Wendy?" I gulped, it was much easier to talk to him when you didn't have to look at such a terrifying man. However, hearing the name Wendy made me feverish.

"Look, dude, whoever you are!" I yelled. "My name is not Wendy!" At first, when I first started yelling at him, he looked as though he were prepared to strangle me. Now, he just looked confused.

"Wait – What?" he asked, his eyebrows stitched together. "Of course thou art Wendy! Thou look like her!" I rolled my eyes at him and stood up.

"Negative, Mr. Hook." I explained. "I am Sophi Moira Beckman. My mother is Moira and my Grandmother is Jane. I have met, nor am I, said Wendy. Seriously, I have no idea what the heck you're talking about." Just as I exited the room with a very confused Captain Hook on the ground, the first thing I noticed was that I was on a boat. And in the sky. My eyes went wide. "Um… for future reference, where am I?" Captain Hook, finally realizing that I had just gotten up and was about to make my escape, quickly grabbed my wrist.

"Thou, Sophi, art in Neverland."

If it were possible, my eyes got a little wider as I remembered my conversation with Rachel. "And…" I muttered, not even trying to break free from his grasp. "Are there mermaids here?" Hook lifted his brow.

"Yes, there is."

"And Indians?" I asked.

"There is."

"And… fairies?"

"That's is how my ship is flying, yes."

"And…pirates?" Captain Hook let out a loud laugh. Before he answered, a little man with grey hair ran in to make sure everything was alright, I'm sure.

"What do thou think we art?" he laughed. "Smee, this lass is no Wendy, she is Sophi and I find her entertaining. She shalt stay here and be my company." Smee – what a strange name that was… - bowed down to Hook before scurrying off with us following behind him.

Taking a second look out of the boat, I noticed that we were slowly lowering to the sea next to a dock. Many people were bustling about; some at markets, some in houses, others in boats, and even more just crowding the lanes. All, I guessed, were pirates. I gulped; I needed to get out of there. Then, I remembered Rachel. I bit my lip; she hadn't been in that room so they had separated us? Why, I wonder, would they do that? Did they really think a fourteen year old and a three year old could defy at least twenty middle aged men with guns and knives? Then, I remembered one boy who was my age that could defy them all.

Peering up at Captain Hook, who was busily waving to everybody y on the deck since we'd landed, I asked him in a whispered, "And how about a boy named Peter Pan?"

Everything was silent. Even the people not on the ship. I looked around, not understanding fully when Captain Hook raised his gun and shot three bullets into the air.

"Peter…Pan…" he grumbled. "When I find that boy, I shalt slit his neck with my hook and send him falling down to Davy Jone's Locker!" Everyone around me started cheering and I peered around, frantic to find an escape from these lunatics.

How was it? :) Was it up to your standards? (I can only hope so!)

Thank you for reading this chapter! I'll try to get more out soon!

~Kayla