Ana could feel being carried to the ship, as well as she could hear the
pirates. "I can't believe it, we tricked the little menace.'
"Yeah. Now we can put our plan into motion."
"Once we convince the brat that the girl is no good, we'll throw her overboard. Then to get our total revenge, we'll cut his throat."
"Sounds like fun," Ana knew what was happening, but couldn't move at all. Nothing would respond, she couldn't even open her eyes. After a few minutes of walking they finally made it to the ship. The two pirates threw Ana into a room and slammed the door behind her. "You sure she is as evil as you say. It doesn't seem like she is," a concerned Peter asked. Ana's head swirled while trying to regain consciousness. "She's as evil as it gets. Remember she is the one who killed our dear captain and your father." 'What?' Ana rubbed her head, 'Hook wasn't Peter's father, and I didn't kill him, he almost killed me!' Ana caught a glimpse of Peter through the window in the door before she fell into a deep sleep.
***
After who knows how long Ana finally woke up and her head felt better. "What did they hit me with a two by four?"
"Actually it was a wooden club," Ana looked to her side and saw Peter sitting in a chair, but he was wearing the exact same outfit that Captain Hook used to wear. She looked at her clothes and saw that they were still the green stuff she came on board with. "They must have told you a whopper to get you to believe that you, Peter Pan, are the son of Hook."
"Well, they tell me that you are very cleaver, and very evil minded."
"They will say anything to convince you to get rid of me. It's all part of their plan."
"What plan?"
"The plan where they will throw me over board, and cut your throat. That plan."
"They would never do that!" Peter leaned over on the deck that they were sitting on, "You are just telling me lies like you did when you, and the lost boys, killed my father, James Hook."
"Hook was never your father!" Ana stood up with rage. Peter stood up, but didn't respond with any counter measures, for he left his sword on the deck. "He was your archenemies! Don't you remember?!? The countless swordfights with him?"
'Swordfights?' Flashes of metal clanging when a dagger and a huge sword hit.
"The fun games with the lost boys," Peter could see the line following two flying objects in the sky, and then searching for a treasure chest, laughing. Ana's voice grew soft while tears were forming in her eyes, "When you and I sat on the rocks on the coast watching the sunset together?" Peter stayed quiet, 'Was she the one thing that was missing?'
~*~Flashback~*~
Peter watched the sunset. He looked down at the rock right below him expecting some one to be there smiling back at him. He looked to his left expecting to see someone leaning on his arm. Both places were empty and so was his heart.
~*~End Flashback~*~
"Peter, don't you remember?" Ana took his hands in hers, and looked in his eyes with her tear blurred vision. She looked down at his hands, but had to wipe away some tears to see, and saw what was around his wrist. Peter followed her gaze, "I guess you left it in the tree when we went to go and see your family." Peter surprised himself; he doesn't know her or her family, does he? Ana looked straight back at his face, and saw something that she never thought she would again, his smile. She finally saw him, the true him, "Peter." One of the pirates walked by and saw what was happening, and rushed in to stop it. "What has she told you?" Peter looked at the pirate with a glare, "Nothing. Just telling about her execution." Ana looked up at him with confusion, then he winked at her, "And she was begging me for freedom." The pirate soon left, smiling and believing that Peter was now totally on their side.
"Peter, you remember."
"Not totally," Peter said letting go of her arm, "I only remember some parts. I remember the games with a group of boys, and the sword fights, and you. You were the first thing that I remembered. But even with these new memories, I'm still cautious about you and the others, even the pirates."
"But you remembered going with me back to see my family. How can you explain that?"
"I could have just followed you. . . I don't know it's so confusing!"
"Then why did you just trick that pirate now!?"
"I don't want to see you dead," Peter started to walk to the door, "I'll try to get you out of here as soon as I can. And I'll bring you some food."
"What was the real reason, Peter? I know that you are keeping something from me. What was the real reason?"
"Because. . . I . . . I think I'm falling in love with you," Peter stepped out of the door way and shut the heavy door behind him. "I love you, too."
"Yeah. Now we can put our plan into motion."
"Once we convince the brat that the girl is no good, we'll throw her overboard. Then to get our total revenge, we'll cut his throat."
"Sounds like fun," Ana knew what was happening, but couldn't move at all. Nothing would respond, she couldn't even open her eyes. After a few minutes of walking they finally made it to the ship. The two pirates threw Ana into a room and slammed the door behind her. "You sure she is as evil as you say. It doesn't seem like she is," a concerned Peter asked. Ana's head swirled while trying to regain consciousness. "She's as evil as it gets. Remember she is the one who killed our dear captain and your father." 'What?' Ana rubbed her head, 'Hook wasn't Peter's father, and I didn't kill him, he almost killed me!' Ana caught a glimpse of Peter through the window in the door before she fell into a deep sleep.
***
After who knows how long Ana finally woke up and her head felt better. "What did they hit me with a two by four?"
"Actually it was a wooden club," Ana looked to her side and saw Peter sitting in a chair, but he was wearing the exact same outfit that Captain Hook used to wear. She looked at her clothes and saw that they were still the green stuff she came on board with. "They must have told you a whopper to get you to believe that you, Peter Pan, are the son of Hook."
"Well, they tell me that you are very cleaver, and very evil minded."
"They will say anything to convince you to get rid of me. It's all part of their plan."
"What plan?"
"The plan where they will throw me over board, and cut your throat. That plan."
"They would never do that!" Peter leaned over on the deck that they were sitting on, "You are just telling me lies like you did when you, and the lost boys, killed my father, James Hook."
"Hook was never your father!" Ana stood up with rage. Peter stood up, but didn't respond with any counter measures, for he left his sword on the deck. "He was your archenemies! Don't you remember?!? The countless swordfights with him?"
'Swordfights?' Flashes of metal clanging when a dagger and a huge sword hit.
"The fun games with the lost boys," Peter could see the line following two flying objects in the sky, and then searching for a treasure chest, laughing. Ana's voice grew soft while tears were forming in her eyes, "When you and I sat on the rocks on the coast watching the sunset together?" Peter stayed quiet, 'Was she the one thing that was missing?'
~*~Flashback~*~
Peter watched the sunset. He looked down at the rock right below him expecting some one to be there smiling back at him. He looked to his left expecting to see someone leaning on his arm. Both places were empty and so was his heart.
~*~End Flashback~*~
"Peter, don't you remember?" Ana took his hands in hers, and looked in his eyes with her tear blurred vision. She looked down at his hands, but had to wipe away some tears to see, and saw what was around his wrist. Peter followed her gaze, "I guess you left it in the tree when we went to go and see your family." Peter surprised himself; he doesn't know her or her family, does he? Ana looked straight back at his face, and saw something that she never thought she would again, his smile. She finally saw him, the true him, "Peter." One of the pirates walked by and saw what was happening, and rushed in to stop it. "What has she told you?" Peter looked at the pirate with a glare, "Nothing. Just telling about her execution." Ana looked up at him with confusion, then he winked at her, "And she was begging me for freedom." The pirate soon left, smiling and believing that Peter was now totally on their side.
"Peter, you remember."
"Not totally," Peter said letting go of her arm, "I only remember some parts. I remember the games with a group of boys, and the sword fights, and you. You were the first thing that I remembered. But even with these new memories, I'm still cautious about you and the others, even the pirates."
"But you remembered going with me back to see my family. How can you explain that?"
"I could have just followed you. . . I don't know it's so confusing!"
"Then why did you just trick that pirate now!?"
"I don't want to see you dead," Peter started to walk to the door, "I'll try to get you out of here as soon as I can. And I'll bring you some food."
"What was the real reason, Peter? I know that you are keeping something from me. What was the real reason?"
"Because. . . I . . . I think I'm falling in love with you," Peter stepped out of the door way and shut the heavy door behind him. "I love you, too."