*Please enjoy some comic banter in honor of the tenth chapter!*
ME: Chapter 10 of Peter Pan!
PETER: Really?
WENDY: Yes, Peter, she just said that!
PETER: Don't sound so grown up!
WENDY: Peter, I am grown up…
PETER: And whose fault is that?
WENDY: *leaves crying*
LUCY: Peter!
PETER: It isn't mine!
LUCY: Peter! I'm warning you…
PETER: *sticks tongue out*
LUCY: That's it! You had better be glad you can fly!
PETER: *flies away*
LUCY: Can you just give them the chapter now!
ME: Fine!
Peter waited patiently for Tiger Lily to come back with dinner, but she was taking an awfully long time. Peter's stomach growled and he desperately hoped that the Indians were dining on real food tonight, instead of make-believe-provisions. Quiet footsteps outside the tent alerted Peter to her presence.
"Ahh, Tiger Lily, what were you doing? Skinning the crocodile?" Peter asked, straining to sit up, despite the protests from his wound.
There was no answer. Peter placed his hands behind him in order to sit up, but he could barely catch his breath in this compromising position. "Tiger Lily?" Peter called to outside the tent. "Tiger?"
Again, there was no reply. Peter swore under his breath, and, using the last bit of strength he had, flew into the air.
He felt the new stitches break open as he spread his arms open and almost fell back onto the bed again. But something was amiss. It just didn't feel right to Peter. He crept out of the tent, and felt a hand grab his forearm before his eyes fully adjusted to the darkness. The hand was not Tiger Lily's. It was bigger and coarser, tough with ages of rigging ropes.
Peter gasped, and then winced because it had hurt him. Captain Hook stood before him, grinning broadly.
"Mr. Pan!" he exclaimed, as if he just happened to find Peter by chance.
"Hook," Peter snarled, attempting to break free from the evil man's hold. It hurt, but Peter was far too weak to do anything about it.
"Come with me, or your little savage gets it," Hook threatened, pulling Peter along through the forest.
"What have you done with her?" Peter questioned, but to no avail. Hook kept silent, grinning ever so slightly as they walked.
Peter thought about what had just happened. He had been captured by Hook! What was wrong with Peter that he couldn't even fly away? Peter thought about all the other times he'd escaped Hook's grasp, escaped death. He wondered how it was that Hook had even made it out of the crocodile all those years ago. Could it be that he couldn't die? What would happen to Peter if he died?
Being very forgetful and all, Peter couldn't really remember why Hook kept coming after him. How had Hook even known that Peter had left his mother? Peter was stumped and just had to know.
"Why do we fight?" Peter asked, finally, as the shore came into view.
"What?" barked Hook, turning around as if it were the most ridiculous thing Peter had ever said, and in fact it was.
"Why have we been fighting? What started it?"
"That isn't your business, Pan," Hook told him, and then turned around muttering, "Pan! Not even his name!"
"What do you mean by that?" Peter stopped walking now, making Hook stop as well.
"I mean that you don't need to know why I want you dead!" Hook screamed madly, but that wasn't what Peter had meant.
"No. Not that bit, the bit about Pan not being my name. What do you know of it?" Peter asked, very interested now, "How do you know so much about me? You are just an evil pirate."
Hook looked morbidly calm now, never a good thing. "I know everything about you, Peter," Hook said, spitting Peter's name. "I know how you ran off and left your mother, never bothering to come back, mind you. I know how you refused to love her and every other person you meet. I am not the evil one."
"I was kidnapped! I didn't leave! And what does it matter to you anyway?" Peter screamed, frustrated that the conversation wasn't going the way he wanted.
"Kidnapped?" Hook questioned.
"Yes, by the fairies," said Peter, rolling his eyes, "but you still haven't answered why you hate me."
"By the… fairies…" Hook repeated slowly, turning around towards the Dusting Tree, a bright speck of gold in the distance.
"Yes," Peter said, emphasizing the syllables.
"Then… she was wrong…" Hook whispered before letting go of Peter's arm and running off towards his ship.
Peter stared after him, thoroughly interested in what Hook had meant. Who was the she? And what had she told him about Peter?
Having been released, Peter flew back to the Indian camp, spilling blood through the woods. When he reached, he found a very upset chief waiting for him. Tiger Lily was nowhere to be seen. All the elders stared at Peter with a slight distain.
"Flying Eagle!" greeted the chief.
"Chief Brown Bear!" Peter greeted, saluting to the giant man before him.
"Princess Tiger Lily was kidnapped on account of you. We recovered her just recently, but there is still an issue regarding the safety of our camp," Chief Bear grunted, "You must leave us and go, Flying Eagle."
Peter nodded solemnly; he had been expecting this. "I am sorry and will leave now," said the boy before flying off, spewing blood still. There was only one place he could go now.
So… that's two chapters in two days… I now require reviews to write anymore today… :)