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It had been a long time since that night. Abby couldn't tell the weeks and months now. All the days were so jam-full of adventures and things to do and she was having so much fun that she didn't notice time passing anymore. All she knew were adventure filled days and fun filled nights. The only thing that really marked time passage was the fact that the lost boys gang grew more and more until she didn't know what to do. They were quickly outgrowing the Tree and branching out.

The other thing was not only were the Lost Boys growing, the pirates were as well. Tainyse reported more and more pirates were appearing. Apparently, the Legend of Pan used to be enough to discourage the cowardly from appearing on the Island. Now, any pirate could show up and Hook would welcome them. Something needed to be done. The Lost Boys needed to branch out and they couldn't do that with pirates attacking right and left. Of course the Lost Boys won each skirmish but things could not be done.

"Rufe'o, what can we do?" she asked, appearing before him dressed for a day of adventuring. (Black capris with a chain belt, a white undershirt with a turquoise overshirt that only covered the top half of her torso, black wrist-guards that were fuzzy. She had her hair pulled in a low-riding side ponytail. A turquoise flower was tucked into it, adding color to her grey eyes. Black converses covered her feet and she had her amethyst sword tucked into her chain belt securely.)

He held up a small rolled up piece of bark-paper. "I've written everything out. I just need to deliver to Hook. Tinkerbell still won't leave her room. I think she's trying to salvage that Puss In Boots. It's one of a kind you know."

Abby nodded. "So you need a messenger?" she said, smiling. "I'm your girl." Rufe'o tossed her the bark-paper, she caught it and stuffed it into the pocket of her capris.

"Jolly Roger?" she inquired.

"Unless he's somewhere else. We need to call a truce for a few weeks. Then the war can start again."

"We're moving the entire Tree, right?"

"Yeah. The Fairy King has a plan in mind. I'll give you the blue-prints to look over when you get back." She nodded. Now that Rufe'o was in charge, she was in the position of second-in-command, after Tinkerbell of course. The rest of the boys really didn't know what to think about that, so they just left it alone. Rufe'o got up and started a patrol of the island with mischief and fun in mind.

She smiled as she walked out of the Wendy House, still up in the trees. She grabbed a vine and swung down, hitting the ground with her converses. She stretched her arms out a bit, cracked her neck and stared at Rufe'o as he flew through the trees, the sunlight playing with his mohawks and shining along the length of the Pan sword. She wondered if he'd be at dinner that night. Sometimes the Indians snagged him into a pow-wow or he had to get the pirates away from something.

She sighed happily as he vanished and she started off towards Pirate's Bay. As she walked, she could hear the shouts of Lost Boys as they battled Indians, pirates or themselves. Sometimes it was hard to tell which. Animals dashed about her, a black panther demanded a petting.

The sun beat down on the canopy above her, but it was thick enough that it blocked most of the rays. She smiled as she walked through the jungle, listening to all the sounds. A Never-Go-Go Bird screamed it's cry near her, then flew out of the bushes where it had been sitting. She laughed, it laughed back at her. Then she stepped from the jungle into an entire other world.

She stood at the jungle's fringes, just staring. She blinked several times, trying to comprehend the scene before her.

When did this crop up? she wondered as she stepped onto the beaten dirt street that was lined with large store-fronts and boarding houses, markets and taverns. This was a town. This was crazy. This was a pirate's paradise...no wonder they were coming in droves! On a few of the buildings were posters advertising beer, rum, cat-houses and such. But a few bore familiar faces. She walked up to one.

It was a wanted poster, featuring her and Rufe'o! She laughed at the sight of the reward, 10,000 gold doubloons. Hook wouldn't pay that. He'd hold onto it and kill the man that dared to bring her in. That's if she didn't kill him first. She walked on, watching as pirates started staring at her and muttering amongst themselves. If they wanted a fight, she wouldn't object to giving them one. But these must be the more cowardly ones, for she passed with only stares following her.

She kept her hand near her rapier, her fingers almost touching the amethyst pummel stone. The air was thick with salt and tension. Her eyes flashed about, keeping an eye on all the pirates. There were so many of them.

When did they all get here? There weren't that many last...week? When was last week?

She passed by a brothel, with painted ladies soliciting men outside, coyly convincing them to spend an hour with them in their rooms. She had almost passed when red talons descended on her shoulder.

"Lookin' for a bit o' work, dearie? Come along with me, I-"

"Look lady. If you don't take your claws off in three seconds, they're gonna be gone." To prove that she was serious, she pulled out her rapier and tapped it against the red nails. Not even a second passed before the claws were gone and Abby walked on. Now she was walking into dangerous territory. The pirates here had eye-patches, scars and missing teeth. Plus their auras were dark. She actually had to raise her rapier more than three times just to be able to pass. She growled if they got too close or showed too much interest. These pirates would think about capturing her for 10,000 doubloons.

She walked on, her hand now entwined with the handle of her rapier. The buildings grew together until they formed a tunnel that led to the harbor. She exited, after causing some harm to more adventurous pirates, walking onto the open dock. There it sat, the black soul of this villainous paradise. The Jolly Roger

Now her blade was unsheathed, shining in the heat of the mid-day sun. She smiled smugly as the guards on the gang-plank turned and ran the second she put her foot on it. She walked up, unhindered. When she stepped onto the deck of the ship, it was so quiet. Completely empty. A ghost-ship. She walked the boards, her eyes sweeping from port to starboard. No life.

"Abigail." It was only one word, but it held the power of a spell. Abby stopped her walk, a smile spreading across her features.

"Captain Jas. Hook." she replied, turning to face the captain's deck. There he stood, the blackest jewel in this dark setting. He was actually dressed rather plainly today, no velvet coat or ridiculous hat. Just a puffy shirt, pants, boots and his hook. His hair was as black as ever, the curls defying the winds.

"Getting bolder, aren't we?" he said, smiling down on her. She smirked back at him. His hook glittered enticingly.

"Well, let's just say I'm here on business. I've a message," She produced the piece of bar-paper, "From the new Pan."

Hook's eyebrows shot up into his hair-line. "A message?" he inquired.

"It deals with your...recent expansion." she said, choosing her words a bit more carefully than she might have if it were a message from her.

"Well then, step into my cabin and we can discuss this matter." Abby didn't like the sound of that.

"I'd perfer to stay out here, sir. This salty air is so bracing. It's not nearly as strong as it is here in the jungle." she replied. Hook's eyes narrowed.

"I am more comfortable doing business in my cabin, mademoiselle." He replied, with a slight bow. He never was more sinister than when he was polite.

"I, however, am more comfortable out here, Captain." She snapped. It was obvious that he had a hidden agenda and she wanted nothing to do with it. To be more than honest, she'd rather eat slugs and pull her nails with red-hot pliers than step into his cabin by herself. With a spark of red, Hook gave in. How else was he supposed to get the message?

"Very well, Miss. Abigail. Kindly hand me the message and I will peruse it at length in my cabin then rely my answer to you."

A blurr of movement, a flash of steel and the message was embedded in the door behind him with a pocket-knife.

"One hour, Hookie! Not a minute more!" she said, plopping down on the deck and crossing her arms. He snatched the message from the door and closed it behind him as he swirled into his cabin. He looked out of the peep-hole that he used to see who was at his door, looking at Abby on his deck. That girl was so infuriating...and admirable. Somehow she had walked all the way to the Jolly Roger from the jungle through his pirates town.

Shaking his head, he poured himself a shot of brandy and sat down with the message.


Abby amused herself by carving her name into the deck of the Jolly Roger. She had another pocket-knife that she carried, and now she was using it to carve her name over and over again into the salt soaked boards. She had carved it with graffiti letter, cursive writings, balloon lettering and now moon shapes.

The door opened, Hook came out. She looked up from her work. He held up a piece of parchment, rolled up. She nodded. He held it out, obviously expecting her to come and get it. She glared at him.

"Toss it." she said, getting up from where she was sitting. He inclined his head.

"As you wish, Miss Abigail." he said. With a flick of the wrist, the parchment was sailing through the air. She leaped up and caught it. She saluted with it, then walked off the Jolly Roger without looking back.

Hook walked down to where she had been sitting. He looked at where she had been digged at his deck. It was her name...again and again. He stared at them, marveling in the daring of this girl. It was as if she had no fear. What manner of creature was she?

"Let me fill that in, Captain." said Smee, who had appeared the minute that girl had gone. Hook stayed him with his hand.

"No. Leave it be." he said, going back to his cabin. He thoughtfully picked up a extra goblet before Smee could grab it. He walked his cabin, staring at the goblet. He turned and opened a window. He dumped the drugged drink into the Neverland lagoon. He'd get her at one point or another...


Thank you for reading this latest installment. I hope that you like the tension and the cliff-hanger. I love doing that to you guys! :p!!