~Captured Part 3~
Just as Wendy closed her eyes and waited to be shoved off the edge of Hook's ship, a shrill cry ran out. She wiped her head around as she started to be overtaken by her mother instincts, as a couple of pirates came forward with a chubby, red cheeked baby boy wrapped up in rough, tough leather. "Get him to shut up!" yelled Hook as he waved his hands, well hand and hook, around in the air. The pirates tried to rock the child asleep (they were doing it too roughly), offer him "toys" (they were knifes and swords), and finally resorted to just telling the boy to shut up (that only increased the crying).
During all the commotion, Smee kindly pulled in Wendy, untied her, and whispered in her ear, "I don't expect you to forgive my captain's attempt at cruelty, but could you take the boy with you when Peter comes? We originally went to London, thinking you were there, and found the youngling in a nursery that was overrun with jewelry, make up, and women clothing. Apparently, from what we heard from the parents' yelling, the wife has a habit of spending what the house doesn't have and the husband has a habit of working late with a woman four years younger than the wife."
Wendy whispered back, "Of course. But you honestly believe that Peter will come as a pirate?"
"Of course. Especially since you are here. It's quite easy to figure out that he is sweet on you."
Wendy giggled and replied, "I like you Mr. Smee" as she ran forwarded and took the dangling child from Hook's hook. She scampered up the ropes with her precious bundle tucked in the nook of her arm, and leaned outwards and smiled at the stunned pirates. "Well, this has been fun but I must get going." Then she just let go of the rope and pushed herself out into the sea.
The bird girl tighten her hold on the now quiet boy in her arms as wind sharply whipped past her face, just before it slapped her as familiar and warm arms cradled her close to a warm, forest green chest. "I knew you would come, Peter."
"They didn't hurt you, Wendy?"
"Attempted to drown me while I was tied to an archer, but Smee untied me while this little one was crying." With that, Peter looked down at the little boy in his wife's arms who was smiling and gigging like this was the best part so far in his short life. The boy who never grew up, at least physically, shot straight into the air and whistled loudly. Out from the water came a giant orange kraken, its eight arms swinging wildly around in the air and bright yellow eyes staring hard at the ship. The band of pirates raced around, ducking to avoid getting thrown off the ship, and finally someone got to wheel. The ship shot off into the horizon with the angry sea creature, who threw a wink at Peter from over its shoulder.
Wendy raised an eyebrow and looked up at her husband, "Why am I not surprised that you are friends with a kraken?" Peter shrugged and asked his own question, "Can we name him Danny?" The girl gently ran her fingers that the cheeks of the sleeping boy, who clutched the front of her dress tightly.
"Danny… it's perfect."
"And Wendy?"
"Yes?"
The boy kissed the bird girl gently and whispered against her lips, "I'm never letting you and Jane out from my sight again. You keep getting into trouble." Wendy giggled and lightly punched Peter's arm as he brought them back home.
Later that night, after having to repeatedly tell the boys that she was fine and introducing Danny to the excited family, Wendy was rocking Jane, who haven't let go of the hem of her dress, and Danny to sleep. The little two year girl mumbled, "Mama?"
"Yes, Jane?"
"Daddy will always protect us, right?"
"Of course Jane."
"Would that make Daddy a knight? Like the ones from your stories?"
Wendy smiled and kissed her only daughter's head, "That's right, sweetie. Daddy is a knight." The protector in question suddenly appeared and carefully, as if he was picking up the most precious and fragile crystal, scooped up Jane, the now fast asleep girl smiling in her sleep. The boy leaned closer and rubbed his nose against Wendy's.
"I'm not just a knight; I'm your knight."