Chapter 6: Payback
Now the moment that Peter saw that Elizabeth had succeeded he burst out of the trees flying toward the hidden home. He wanted to make sure he was their upon Elizabeth's return. Elizabeth however, had different plans.
She and Rimsy had returned quietly to the glade where the house lay hidden, discussing plans all the way.
"Okay Rimsy, you understand right? You must run into the hide out very worried, and tell Peter that the Redskins have captured me." Rimsy nodded.
"Then I tell him that we must all go to save her because the Chief is 'heap big mad', and will burn you at the stake for stealing his riddle master." Elizabeth grinned. While the boys were all out trying to rescue her, she would steal all the swords in the hide out, so that when the returned they had no weapons. Then Rimsy would have the chief bring his warriors to the glade and make some war chants to bring out the Pan, the only problem would be he would have no weapons.
See before leaving the encampment entirely Rimsy had made a deal with the chief that if he did this favor, he would give him a new riddle, the chief had readily agreed. Now the time for action came. Rimsy slipped down his tree trunk, and few moments later all the Lost Boys burst out the holes without weapons. Rimsy had also been told to challenge Pan to a rescue without weapons, and Peter could never resist a challenge.
Elizabeth slipped into the hideout, and placed all the swords on a large cloth she found, and then tied it up so she could take it to the surface. When she was back amongst the trees she took flight, and hid the weapons high in a tree. She then leaned back on a broad branch awaiting the return of Pan.
She didn't have to wait long because Rimsy admitted it was all a gag. Though Peter was angry that he would joke about Elizabeth's capture he soon forgave him. Now as Elizabeth watched the boys slide down their holes, Rimsy shot a glance upward and winked. Everything was going perfectly.
Soon a great noise came. There was whooping, shouting, and lots of drums, the Indians were coming. Elizabeth smiled a cocky smile that rivaled even Peter's. The chief shouted Peter's name, and commanded he come out. For a long time he didn't come. Elizabeth could only imagine the look on his face as he searched pointlessly for his sword. Finally, he came out, armed with naught but a sling shot. Elizabeth covered her mouth, which was bursting with laughter.
"Why come you here Chief?" "You have my riddle master, and I want him back." Peter wrinkled his nose. "What is a riddle master?" "Do not joke with me little Pan. We come for the master, or war." "Well, you can have neither." Peter folded his arms matter-of-factly. A lot of yelling ensued from the Indians, causing Peter to look around nervously. Why were the Lost Boys not backing him up? This question has a simple answer. Rimsy filled them in on the joke, so they waited quietly underground.
Elizabeth laughed even harder as a bead of sweat formed on Peter's brow, and the redskins circled in, weapons raised. Peter glanced around, and shifted, clearly nervous. Suddenly the redskins all yelled, and lunged forward at the same time; Peter sprung into the air. Had they really been attacking Peter might have been done for, but seeing as how they weren't the Indians burst into laughter as did the Lost Boys who were now peeking out of their holes. Elizabeth had also reappeared carrying a very large, oddly shaped bag.
"Are you nervous yet Peter?" He looked at her, his mouth open in shock. "This is your doing." "Aye, this is my doing." She tilted her head cockily. Never had Peter met someone as cocky as himself, but here she was before him with the same smug smile, playful eyes, and mocking air.
"I win." Peter stared at her for a moment, and then allowed his face to burst into a bright smile. With one hand across his stomach he bowed to the girl.
"You win. One girl is worth more than twenty boys it would seem." The Lost Boys began shouting and cheering loudly from their holes, their voices blending with those of the redskins. Only one voice stuck out of the music that emanated from that glade: the voice of childhood. As Elizabeth floated there looking at her brother, a strange feeling rose in her throat that turned into a crow. Peter grinned and let out one of his own. The voices of all those boys, redskins, and one girl floated high on the wind. So high in fact that it woke Captain Hook from his sleep, and sent chills down his spine. He finally realized what kind of a foe he was up against.
Now the moment that Peter saw that Elizabeth had succeeded he burst out of the trees flying toward the hidden home. He wanted to make sure he was their upon Elizabeth's return. Elizabeth however, had different plans.
She and Rimsy had returned quietly to the glade where the house lay hidden, discussing plans all the way.
"Okay Rimsy, you understand right? You must run into the hide out very worried, and tell Peter that the Redskins have captured me." Rimsy nodded.
"Then I tell him that we must all go to save her because the Chief is 'heap big mad', and will burn you at the stake for stealing his riddle master." Elizabeth grinned. While the boys were all out trying to rescue her, she would steal all the swords in the hide out, so that when the returned they had no weapons. Then Rimsy would have the chief bring his warriors to the glade and make some war chants to bring out the Pan, the only problem would be he would have no weapons.
See before leaving the encampment entirely Rimsy had made a deal with the chief that if he did this favor, he would give him a new riddle, the chief had readily agreed. Now the time for action came. Rimsy slipped down his tree trunk, and few moments later all the Lost Boys burst out the holes without weapons. Rimsy had also been told to challenge Pan to a rescue without weapons, and Peter could never resist a challenge.
Elizabeth slipped into the hideout, and placed all the swords on a large cloth she found, and then tied it up so she could take it to the surface. When she was back amongst the trees she took flight, and hid the weapons high in a tree. She then leaned back on a broad branch awaiting the return of Pan.
She didn't have to wait long because Rimsy admitted it was all a gag. Though Peter was angry that he would joke about Elizabeth's capture he soon forgave him. Now as Elizabeth watched the boys slide down their holes, Rimsy shot a glance upward and winked. Everything was going perfectly.
Soon a great noise came. There was whooping, shouting, and lots of drums, the Indians were coming. Elizabeth smiled a cocky smile that rivaled even Peter's. The chief shouted Peter's name, and commanded he come out. For a long time he didn't come. Elizabeth could only imagine the look on his face as he searched pointlessly for his sword. Finally, he came out, armed with naught but a sling shot. Elizabeth covered her mouth, which was bursting with laughter.
"Why come you here Chief?" "You have my riddle master, and I want him back." Peter wrinkled his nose. "What is a riddle master?" "Do not joke with me little Pan. We come for the master, or war." "Well, you can have neither." Peter folded his arms matter-of-factly. A lot of yelling ensued from the Indians, causing Peter to look around nervously. Why were the Lost Boys not backing him up? This question has a simple answer. Rimsy filled them in on the joke, so they waited quietly underground.
Elizabeth laughed even harder as a bead of sweat formed on Peter's brow, and the redskins circled in, weapons raised. Peter glanced around, and shifted, clearly nervous. Suddenly the redskins all yelled, and lunged forward at the same time; Peter sprung into the air. Had they really been attacking Peter might have been done for, but seeing as how they weren't the Indians burst into laughter as did the Lost Boys who were now peeking out of their holes. Elizabeth had also reappeared carrying a very large, oddly shaped bag.
"Are you nervous yet Peter?" He looked at her, his mouth open in shock. "This is your doing." "Aye, this is my doing." She tilted her head cockily. Never had Peter met someone as cocky as himself, but here she was before him with the same smug smile, playful eyes, and mocking air.
"I win." Peter stared at her for a moment, and then allowed his face to burst into a bright smile. With one hand across his stomach he bowed to the girl.
"You win. One girl is worth more than twenty boys it would seem." The Lost Boys began shouting and cheering loudly from their holes, their voices blending with those of the redskins. Only one voice stuck out of the music that emanated from that glade: the voice of childhood. As Elizabeth floated there looking at her brother, a strange feeling rose in her throat that turned into a crow. Peter grinned and let out one of his own. The voices of all those boys, redskins, and one girl floated high on the wind. So high in fact that it woke Captain Hook from his sleep, and sent chills down his spine. He finally realized what kind of a foe he was up against.