Sorry, I guess it's not right for me to hint about reviews all the time. Guess I just get jealous when I see stories that have fewer chapters but more reviews than me. Huh, I should just write for the thrill of the perfect chapter. Oh, and I'm thinking of a sequel. Is that a good idea? Oh, and Jennifer? Yours was so long as well as tinks-belles that I decided to cancel the order of ten reviews. I just need you guys and I'm happy.

Fathoms Below (Little Mermaid)

I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue
And it's hey to the starboard, heave ho
Look out, lad, a mermaid be waiting for you
In mysterious fathoms below
Fathoms below, below

From whence wayward
Westerlies blow
Where Triton is king and his merpeople sing
In mysterious fathoms below
Heave ho

Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
In mysterious fathoms below

Minutes later when Hook stepped out on deck, he saw the long black hair of his daughter swaying in the wind from the crows nest and Italian Cecco was already halfway down the rigging.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hook asked through clentched teeth.

"C-c-capt'n, your daughter said that she was fully capable to watch out for anything suspious."

"Why did you let her boss you around, you idjit!"

"Because she had that glow in your eyes when you are about to gut someone."

Hook growled and stormed toward the staircase. Just as Cecco was breathing a sigh of relief, Hook turned, and looked at the Italian man with a look of evil in his red eyes.

"What's she doing up there?"he asked himself, going back down the staircase, leaving Cecco to swab the deck until he could see his face in it. Grumbling, Cecco grabbed a bucket half filled with dirty dish water, and started scrubbing the decks. He looked up at the small figure that had taken his place in the crows nest and shuddered.

Vanessa felt the salty sea air blow through her hair and took a deep breath. She stared up at the stars, looking for a familiar figure against the moon. But, no, none appeared. She sighed heavily and turned her thoughts to the conversation that she had held with her father minutes before.

'What if Peter can't feel?' she thought, biting her lip. 'But that's just not possible. There's more to Peter.He's not just the boy who refused to grow up. There's something else. Something deep inside his soul.I can see it shining out of his eyes, I don't see it in anyone else's. What is it? What is he?' She stood there, obvious to the cold or the dark and tried to solve the mystery that lay at her fingertips, about the boy who would not grow up.

Peter entered the home under the tree and discovered everyone was still up, waiting for him. Jennifer stood up, some bandages in her hand. She took a step towards Peter, but he ignored her and went into his private chambers. Everyone looked at each other and tried to figure out if any knew why Peter was being so rude. Tootles looked a little worried and he screwed up his eyes in consentration. Something had happened long ago, something that had made Peter act the same way. Pictures flew across his memory, and they weren't clear, they were blurry and he could basically see only figures of what once were crystal clear memories. But in almost all of them, there was a girl, a girl in long brown hair, a girl who told marvolous stories. It was that girl, that girl that had been their first mother. That girl that Peter had had feelings for. Tootles cleared his throat and almost everyone looked at him.

"I think...I mean, I remember...the last time Peter acted like this, it was when...what was her name? Our first mother."

"Elizabeth?"

"Mary?"

"Emily?"

"Five letters," Tootles said, sratching his head. "I can't remember..."

"WENDY!" shouted Slightly, jumping up and down.

"THAT"S IT!" all of the Lost Boys bellowed, jumping on Slightly and wrestling. A few seconds later, Tootles had the floor again.

"The last time Peter acted like this...it was when Wendy and her brothers were leaving us..."

Sally and Jennifer gasped in unison. They looked at each other in horror. Jennifer grabbed Sally's hand and they both dashed out of the treehouse and left all the boys confused and alone.

Vanessa kept her eyes on the sky, hoping that Peter would come and wish her good luck maybe even take her away and fly away with her. Who knew? She sighed heavily again and looked at the deck. It was almost swarming with pirates now. She looked back out into the sky and her eyes widened at the sight of the two shadows blacking out the stars. She stood up straight, and waited for them to draw closer. Once she saw who they were, she gasped with shock.

"Jennifer? Sally? What are you doing here?" she hissed, looking around as they landed.

"You can't go!" Jennifer, grabbing her hand and trying to tug her up and out.

"What are you talking about? I have to go home, if only for a little while."

"You don't know the story about Wendy, do you?"

"No, who's Wendy?"

Jennifer sighed. "We've got a lot to talk about." The next half hour was spent telling Vanessa the legend of Wendy, and how she had broken Peter's heart. And how Peter had never really gotten over that particualar unfairness. And how Wendy had turned her back on him and grown up, even though she had promised not to. Vanessa listened with an open heart, but soon she was torn in two, one part of her wanted to return home, another wanted to go to the treehouse and throw her arms around Peter, and sob into his shoulder. Tears formed in her eyes, only to be wiped away with a careless hand.

"Why should I care about some long gone girl?" she said, standing up. "I have to go home, Besty and Betty are waiting for me. And Sally, I'm not gonna force you, I'm just gonna tell you that I'm gonna miss you."

Sally rose into the air and looked at her friend. "Once upon a time, you would have cared. Go home and grow up."

Vanessa looked at her with emotionless eyes, and turned away as she flew away, with Jennifer on her heels. It was only when she was gone, that Vanessa collasped to the floor and began to bawl.

Quote: "Good," Butler said. "Illegal is always faster." Opal Deception.