a/n: Hey guys! So Im down on my computer doing some homework, and I thought I'd update my favorite fanfic!c: This was thrown together by yours truly after waking up from a bad dream at three in the morning. It might seem a little rushed and hectic. I mean, let me just admit this now that me writing this chapter and the way it ended took me in a completely different direction in this whole story, but I like where its going to go... I just hope you guys will like it as much!ccc: Enjoy!

As we approached the shore, I was surprised to see that Captain Nerezza had done some decorating changes to the Jolly Roger. Distantly I wondered if Hook would mind the makeover.

The ship was massive in size, now taking on a darker sheen, the ship looked like it had been dipped in darkness and thrown into the seas of Neverland. The deck of the ship was illuminated by massive torches lit around the masts.

Once on board, James and I were thrown into a pair of elegantly cushioned chairs.

As soon as I made a move to get out of the chair, Nerezza's cutlass whipped out and stopped just before my throat. The steel was cold.

"I wouldn't," was all Nerezza said.

James sat perfectly still, looking around him, probably taking in the whole scene from a sane pair of eyes, like I did when I first appeared on Hook's ship.

Though the cutlass was still at my throat, Nerezza wasn't looking at me, his face was turned up toward the night sky, watching. His eyes were bright.

I felt his presence before I actually saw him, though, for he landed behind me. James and I both warily turned to see him standing just behind the backs of our chairs. His eyes flickered to mine for an instant before returning to Nerezza.

When Nerezza did notice the difference behind him, he gave a little start, and then smiled. "Welcome back," he said.

"You cheated," Peter accused. Only then did I realize there was blood on his neck, face, and arm.

"I don't recall saying that I would fight fair," Nerezza replied.

Peter simply stared. Then, "Coward," he simply stated. His face had never looked so still, like the calm before a storm. There was no hint of a smile.

Nerezza frowned. "I do not like that term," he said, half to himself.

"Get used to it," I said.

"You will not speak, girl." The cutlass dug a bit deeper into the skin at my throat.

"You break skin, I break your neck," Peter said to him.

"Oh, very cutting, Mr. Pan," Nerezza said, though I noticed the weight of the metal at my throat did let up. "You must really care about this one."

"I don't have all night, Nerezza," Peter said. "Quit your taunting and fight me like a man."

"A man," Nerezza mused. "Pan, you are merely a boy."

"Try me," was all Peter said.

Nerezza was still for a moment, then he lifted his cutlass away from my throat and held it out in front of him. "Very well, Pan. Have at thee."

Peter drew a cutlass from his own waist and advanced.

Of all the times I had seen Peter cross blades before, none had been as intense as this time. In the torch light, Peter looked simply lethal as he constructed blow after blow to Nerezza's sword. Though Nerezza fought back with all his might, the intensity was not as great as Peter's, and soon Nerezza was on the floor, cutlass gone.

"I should have killed you the last time I had the chance," Peter said.

Nerezza said nothing, his face showing a slight twinge of fear.

But I couldn't just sit there and take that. I stood and crossed the deck quickly as Peter raised his sword. "Peter, no!" I cried.

He wasnt listening. "You will never," Peter said, "hurt anyone again."

I reached him just before he swung and grabbed his arm. "Stop," I commanded. "Peter."

He threw me off and I landed next to Nerezza. Peter looked ready to kill. He glared at me balefully.

"This isn't you," I said quietly.

Peter's face softened a little and his cutlass slackened. Finally, he sighed.

Nerezza suddenly snatched me up into his arms, producing a dagger along the way. I struggled, but the dagger was difficult to fight against. "I knew you'd warm up to me eventually, Grace," he said in my ear.

"Nerezza," Peter warned.

"Oh, hush, Pan. My, Grace, how about you give me a little kiss?" Nerezza turned my face to his, to my complete horror.

And then he was unconscious.

I shoved away from him and scrambled to my feet, moving toward Peter. "How-" I began until I noticed James standing behind Nerezza, looking horrified.

"What a perv," James said. "Are you alright?" he asked me.

I nodded. I looked at Peter, who was staring intently at James now. "Are you alright?" I asked him, touching his blood-stained arm.

He looked at me, his eyes softening when they met mine. "It's not my blood," he simply said. He turned to look back at James. "Who are you?" he asked, looking at the dark haired boy like he was a new species in an aquarium of sorts.

"You're wearing an outfit made of leaves and looking at me like I'm the freak?" James asked incredulously.

Peter simply raised both eyebrows. "Come on, Grace," he said.

"I'm James," he said. "And I don't know anything about what's going on. I'll answer all of your questions, if you'll just get me off of this creepy ship."

Peter considered. "No," he said.

James' jaw dropped.

"Peter, stop," I said.

With that, Peter threw me over his shoulder. "I don't trust you, James, and you look way too familiar to put me at ease. I have other things to attend to."

"Peter what is wrong with you?" I asked, struggling to get off of his shoulder. Other things to attend to, I scoffed in my mind. Like what?

And then I remembered the blood. It's not mine, Peter had said. Than..

"Who's hurt?" I asked. "Peter who's.."

Peter took a deep breath. "Tiny," he whispered.

I was speechless as we took off into the night sky.

a/n: wow, jeez, holy moses, I had no idea this chappie was going to be this short. Im sorry guys! I'll make the next one longer, I promise! I think this chapter completely gave me the hots for Peter all over again. I mean, he was PISSED when Nerezza hurt Tiny, as he SHOULD BE! bad nerezza!D: Okay... well please read and review and tell me what you guys think so far! Oh, and to celebrate the midnight premiere tickets to breaking dawn going on sale, I've decided to read twilight for my 105th time! (dont judge my obsession..) So once I finish the whole saga over again, which will only take about 4 days, I will be in the mood to write a dazzling piece of art for you guys. Because you dazzle me... frequently.c: Okay, Im rambling! Peace!