"Good Morning, Mr. Smee!" The masses of men joyously replied to the stocky second in command.

Smee started his incredibly enthusiastic introducing Jimmy to the masses. Everyone was just as enthused as Jimmy's bo'sun was, all except one. I had noticed that ridiculous outfit placed upon my "brother" and recognized the frightened curiosity of Peter. I remained in my position above them all, for fear that one may recognize me or for Peter to make a scene. Peter had already refused my help, so why should I offer again. Tink would certainly have my head if she ever heard my thoughts, but I didn't care; my thoughts were stuck on Rufio and what Jimmy had said. Why hadn't I told him that I remained in Neverland? If he felt for me the way I believed he did, how angry could he possibly get if I told him?

My thought had to wait for my blasted conscience was getting the better of me, and I could not keep my eyes off Peter. He looked too nervous and seemed like he could start drawing attention from the crew. Thankfully no one noticed him yet; these men were so blinded by excitement that one nervous pirate couldn't sway their attention. Still, I felt obligated to do something to help him.

I descended from my hiding spot and searched for a cloak or something to disguise myself, and all I could find was a long leather sack. I cut the seams and wrapped it around my body, which it only covered half of, but it had to do. I always keep a scarf on my person in case I need the extra cloth, either for chill or to tend a wound, so I used it to cover half of my face. By foot, I made my way towards my so-called brother and passed by an abandoned, beaten up tricorn so I donned that on my head for extra coverage. The disguise was certainly not one to make me look like a pirate, just to keep myself away from attracting attention. Peter was only a few feet from where I was, and the men were not paying me any mind, but I kept a hand on my blade in case.

Peter was somewhat near the stern and paid no attention to me standing right next to him. Idiot, so inattentive, I thought. I shoved him quite hard to get a reaction, to no avail. I tried stomping on his shoes, which proved fruitless as well. Patience was never a virtue I carried, so it was no wonder a blade happened to poke Peter's side, and that blade happened to be in my hand. Peter yelped and turned my way to yell or cower. His eyes bulged when he saw mine.

"You? I thought you left! What do you want?" He yelled in a hushed tone, trying to sound like those around him without drawing too much attention.

"Trust me, nothing from you, old man." He glared at me and was about to say something but I cut him off, "Tink would skin me alive if I abandoned you," I paused and added in a mutter, "And I may be concerned for those children. They are terrified."

"Jack and Maggie? You've seen them?!" Peter grabbed my arm quite forcefully that I almost caught a glimpse of the Pan I once knew. But just as quickly as it was shown, the strength dissipated much to my dismay.

"I apologize," He hesitated as he released his grip on me, "Uh, sorry what was your name again?"

I rolled my eyes and ignored his apology, "I saw them last night, Tink told me they arrived. They've most likely been moved since then." Peter looked like he was trying to come up with a plan, "Don't even think about leaving this spot,"

"You!" I heard Jimmy shout, and I disappeared in the crowd. I didn't want him spotting me talking to one of the men and have him notice Peter, for Jimmy was pointing in that direction.