When I woke up, me and Salmakia were tied to a tree trunk with dozens of bows aimed at us. They probably were going to use us for target practice. Princess Tiger Lily emerged from the shadows holding a small dagger in her right hand and a balled fist in her left. She had a sly little smile that was barely visible under all the paint on her face. She had red and blue hand prints on both of her cheeks which crossed at the nose. Around her mouth was all green and on her forehead was a marking that looked a lot like an eagle. Her face under all that paint was a dark red. She walked over to us and held the dagger high over her head. First she said something to the Indians who put there bows down and squatted low. Then she said something to us.
"This is a hunt. As I said before, if you are friend of Peter Pan then he will gladly come and save you. But if you aren't you will be killed by one of us. I will be in the hunt to. We are only aloud to use our bows, daggers, and rope traps. You may fly and use your sword and such. The cat does whatever it does. No dirty tricks or the hunt is over and you will be found and be killed personally by me. Hunt begins in 1 minute and you and cat get head start." Princess Tiger Lily said.
"So pretty much we might die either way. What kind of hunt is this?!" I shouted. She gave a smug smile and turned on her heels to face the other Indians. They all focused on her. Princess Tiger Lily spoke and then turned back to us. She cut the rope and whispered "Run." I picked up Salmakia and ran as fast as I could out of the camp.
"Peter! Peter help!" I cried. Nothing came. Salmakia jumped out of my arms and growled. The Indians were catching up.
I flew high into the air and just above the Treetops with Salmakia on the nearest branch in her jaguar form. We went as fast as we could towards the Home Under the Ground. The cries of the Indians got louder with each passing minute.
"Salmakia we have to move faster. There gaining on us!" I shouted.
"I can go faster than you so you call for Peter and I'll go to the Home Under the Ground." Salmakia said.
"But Peter doesn't know you! He might kill you if he thinks it's a trap!"
"If he kills me then so be it. It has been a pleasure meeting you Sara." Salmakia said and with out another word, took off into the vast deep jungle like forest and out of sight. I hovered there for a while, thinking over the chances of Peter letting her live. Slim to none was what I came up with.
"There she is!" came Princess Tiger Lilies voice from below. I darted forward to the sea. They wouldn't be able to get me there. The sharks circled below me, hungry for a snack. Princess Tiger Lily emerged from the forest and pointed at me. Some other Indians came out and knocked up there bows.
"Ready, Aim….. FIRE FIRE FIRE!!!!" Princess Tiger Lily shouted. At least 100 arrows came at me quick as lightning. One scratched my shoulder but the other flew right over my head. Princess Tiger Lily stamped her foot and shouted "FIRE AGAIN! AIM BETTER THIS TIME YOU DOPES!" More arrows came and this time more of them almost hit me. One went straight into my arm and I cried out in pain. Slowly I started to sink down to where the sharks dwelled. Some of the sharks jumped up and snapped at me but the others were running away from something. My hair stood on end when I heard the hideous Tick Tick Tick of the crocodile that ate Hook. It jumped high into the air and grabbed at my foot just barely missing. Another volley of arrows came too. I was going to die either by the crocodile alone or the arrows hitting me and going into the crocodile.
"Help! Help me Peter! Peter help! Oh God someone help!" I cried. Princess Tiger Lily simply smiled and raised her hand high into the air. She put it down fast and another 100 arrows came at me. I was a goner. My arms went up as if instinct to brace my self for the on coming arrows and I closed my eyes, but they never came. There was a clang and a whoosh of air. When I opened my eyes, there was Peter, hovering in front of me with his sword gleaming in the sunlight. My face turned a bright red with joy.
"Peter! You saved me!" I whispered.
"Never mind that. We have to get out of here." He whispered. I nodded and took out my sword. But where was Salmakia? My eyes darted from place to place, searching the landscape for my friend. But she was no where in sight. My hand slowly sank with sadness. My friend was probably dead. I shook my head vigorously and darted forward after Peter to kill the Indians. Princess Tiger Lily gritted her teeth and shouted something to the other Indians, who in response bowed there heads and put there bows away. Tiger Lily raised her hand to Peter, signaling him to stop. Peter did but not for long.
"Why did you attack her?! What has she ever done to you?!" Peter shouted angrily.
"Nothing. We attacked her to see if she was with you. If you came to her rescue she would live." Princess Tiger Lily said with a shrug of her shoulders. I stuck my tongue out at her and flew down to the ground. My sword was high above my head and threatened any that came near. All of a sudden, there was a low growl and then a purr as Salmakia jumped up out of the forest and into my arms in her smaller form. She purred softly and licked my face.
"Salmakia! You're alive! Oh Salmakia, I thought I had lost you!" I cried with joy.
"Of course I'm alive. What made you think I wasn't?" Salmakia said softly.
"Well I didn't see you come with Peter so I thought…."
"You thought he killed me."
"But that doesn't matter now! You are alive and that's what counts." I said and stood up, holding Salmakia in my arms. Peter came down to us and pet Salmakias soft head. He looked so content, nothing like he had just a little while ago. We all walked into the forest, leaving the Indians behind.
Somewhere out at sea
"Ok you sea dogs! It's said that Peter Pan lives here. The one who killed my father, Captain James Hook of the Jolly Roger. You all know why we are here!" said the rough voice of a pirate. He looked like a younger version of Hook. He had no mustache and wore a dirty old blue shirt that had been torn from battle. His left hand was gone instead of his right and he had replaced it with a blood red hook. He had a gruesome looking crew that looked like younger, tougher versions of Hooks old crew. Bill Jukes, every inch of him tattooed, looked wimpy compared to the new kid. He had dirty blonde hair and tan skin. He had a scare across his left eye and lots of cuts and bruises on his arms. The kid wore blue jeans and no shirt so that he could show off his one big tattoo on his chest. It looked like a wolf eating a hawk. This was probably the children of the once great crew that had fallen to Peter Pan.
"To kill Peter Pan!" shouted the pirates. The captain smiled, showing his yellow teeth.
"But Captain Jack, how will we kill him?" asked the younger Bill Jukes who was called Bob Jukes.
"Leave that to me." said Captain Jack. He raised his sword high over his head and swung at the nearest pirate.
"Get moving! We have to get to Peter and soon. Neverland will be ours." He shouted and all the pirates stared scurrying to there spots. Captain Jack stepped up to the wheel and started to steer the ship for the island called Neverland with Sam (the younger version of Smee) at his side.