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The Thief of Eternity
(Part One-Come and Go...As Always)
~Chapter Two-Newcomer on the Isle~
A young boy about the age of fourteen swung on his hammock, playing his panpipe. He had a troublesome look on his face, so naturally, his pixie was worried. He was supposed to be up and playing, but instead he was just moping around. The fairy fluttered over to him and made charm-like sounds.
"It's Hook," he replied, "He's no where to be found. And if he had gone into the real world he would have been back by now." The boy was obviously concerned.
The fairy "talked" some more and the boy laid back and closed his eyes.
"No, Tink," he replied, "I'm not worried about Hook. What I'm worrying about is what kind of havoc he's rigging up right now!"
Suddenly the fairy's eyes went wide and she held up her pointer finger, and seemed to be listening to something. She suddenly straightened up and her eyes went even wider. She waved her arms about and chimed and motioned for him to stay there, and with that, she rocketed off.
The boy shrugged and started playing his panpipe again.
A few minutes later the pixie had returned and she was waving her arms around frantically.
"What? Hook is back?! What do ya say Tink? Should we pay the old Codfish a visit?"
The fairy's face lit up and she nodded.
"Let's go!" He said as he and his pixie flew off.
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Hook grinned as he looked over the edge of the boat at the swarms of unfed sharks. There were hundreds of them, and they hadn't eaten for months. That's probably why they were so incredibly attracted to the tiny bit of fish guts he had poured over the edge. He'd have to hurry, or else they would eat each other instead of the meal Hook had prepared for them.
No one would be able to survive in those waters. Only the most deadly species were there. There were Negaprion Brevirostris, Carcharhinus Leucias, Galeocerdo Cuvier, and Carcharodon Carcharias out there, and at least fifty of each! (Oh and for all you people out there with less brain cells than the author *just kidding*, those species listed above are better known as Lemon Shark, Bull Shark, Tiger Shark and Great White. ^_^;)
Hook looked up to see the sack dangling from a 25-foot long rope tied to the mast. (Just picture it like when they had Jane in that bag for the octopus.) He would have the rope burned instead of cutting it, so the girl would have to suffer in the agony of having to anticipate her death.
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Serena knew their plan. She had over heard them talking about it. She now sat in the stuffy sack. She had taken off her black sweat pants and sweatshirt to reveal a pair of denim shorts and white T-shirt.
'Is this the end?' she thought. 'Is this my fate?' For some reason she felt calm. 'No. This is not my fate. This is only a step toward my destiny.' She was confident, and she felt a wave of peace flow over her.
She peered out the hole as if she was expecting something.
"Okay Serena," she said to herself, "Just wait until they've been distracted. Then you can make your move." The only problem was she didn't know what her move would be. Just then her ice blue eyes lit up. She reached for her sweatpants and put her hand into the depths of the pocket. She then pulled out what she was sure would save her life.
She opened the blade of her pocketknife. It was tiny, and it was weak, but it was sharp and it would do the job. All she needed now was an opportunity.
What luck! The captain seemed to be upset, and was talking to someone who must've been upon the mast, because his neck was craned far back.
"Bingo," she whispered as she put the blade to work.
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For the first time in his life, Peter Pan was the last person Hook wanted to see, and yet there he was.
'Blast.' Thought Hook. 'The last thing I need is some upstart to ruin my plan!'
Why did Hook want to do away with Serena so badly?
Well, for one, she had insulted him, and you all know what a bad temper Captain Hook had.
Second, he was probably getting desperate. Pan was his only rival, and because he had been set on killing Pan, he never bothered to make any other enemies. Why, this may be the first time he killed anyone in a good 100 years! (Not counting his own crew, mind you. He's killed his crewmembers plenty of times.) But in order to do that, he had to get rid of Pan.
"Why Peter, what a surprise!" Hook smiled "sweetly," but obviously he looked really scary.
Peter raised an eyebrow. Hook? Being nice?! To him?!?! Oh well.
"Hey, Hook! Where've you been? I've been looking all over for you!" Peter called down. He was hovering right infront of the sail.
I've been on vacation!" He said as friendly as possible.
"Right." Peter said as he scanned the deck of the ship. "Hey! What's that?" He asked as he pointed to a tan, blue, and black bag.
"Oh, That! Um, that's a, uh, carrying bag I got from my vacation."
"Can I see?" Peter asked.
"Well, er, wait 'til I take some of the stuff out. I packed some stuff I it. You can see it when I unpack."
All Hook needed was Pan looking through the bag and find a bunch of girl's clothes in it.
"Um, okay." Peter scratched his head, pushing his hat back a little. "So what's in there?" He pointed to the sack hanging off the mast.
"Oh! That? That's...food for the sharks. We wouldn't want anyone taking a swim, and being eaten, now would we?"
"I...guess not..."
Just then, Smee came up to the deck.
"Oh, hello, Peter!"
"Hello, Mr. Smee." At first Peter was confused about all the friendliness, but now he was suspicious. Just then, he had an idea.
"The Captain told me who is in the bag." He said, purposely saying who instead of what.
Smee had fallen for it, and before Hook could stop him, Smee had started talking.
"Oh, yes. The poor girl." Smee shook his head. "But she should have known better than insult the Cap'n."
Hook slapped his head and Peter drew his dagger with a grin.
"Quick!" Hook said to his men. "Cut the rope!"
One started toward the rope later up to the crow's nest, but then stopped short.
"Um, Captain?" The man tried to get Hook's attention, but Hook paid no heed.
"You'll never save her, Pan!"
"Captain, I need to talk to you!"
"Soon the rope will be cut and she will fall to her doom!"
"Um, Captain? A word?"
"The sharks will rip her to shreds! Eat her alive!"
"CAPTAIN!"
"WHAT?!" The captain spun around and both he and Peter stared at the man.
"I think we have something more to worry about than Pan saving the girl."
"And what's that?"
"The girl saving herself." The man pointed to a torn sack, which was empty, spare the black pant leg hanging out.
"What?!" The Captain's eyes widened.
"Look!" Smee said.
Everyone looked farther up the rope to see a figure climbing up the rope at an alarming rate. Could that possibly be a girl?! Now, you have to realize, the last time a girl, or anyone else for that matter, had visited Neverland, it was during World War Two, and all girls wore dresses back then. Here was a person who was wearing shorts and short sleeves, with a black baseball hat. And this person's hair looked about as short as Peter's! They couldn't tell by the figure's face, because the brim of the hat cast a shadow across the figure's eyes. This person couldn't be a girl! But at the same time, the stranger had to be, because who ever it was had the body of a girl. It was all becoming very confusing for Peter.
Just then a strong gust of wind blew of the person's hat, and two long braids fell down her back. Well, that answered that question.
The girl looked down and saw everyone staring at her. She squinted her eyes shut and stuck out her tongue. She started climbing again, and was soon 3/4 of the way up.
Hook was about to scream at the crew, when he saw one of his men up on the mast waiting for her.
What was he doing?
Hook squinted and realized he was pouring oil down the rope.
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At first Serena didn't notice, but when she brought her left hand up to grip the rope and found her hand just slid down and hit her other hand, she looked up and her eyes widened as she saw the black liquid running down the rope. If she held on with her left hand, she would just slip more due to the greasiness of that hand, so she clung the rope with her right hand leaving her left arm to simply dangle limply at her side.
The oil slowly crawled over her right hand and began seeping in between her hand and the rope. She began slipping. She looked over her shoulder at the hundreds of dorsal fins that sliced through the water like a dagger through flesh.
Serena looked around frantically, and then something green against the white sails caught her eye. She looked up to behold a sight that could only be contemplated as a miracle. There, staring at her with wide eyes, was a boy about her age floating in mid-air, and beside him, there was a tiny ball of light that couldn't be anything but the fairy from the well-known fable in her world.
"No way," She said not much louder than a whisper. "Peter Pan?"
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Peter couldn't hear it, but could read the lips of the girl and knew she had just said his name.
"HELP ME!" She suddenly cried out.
Peter swelled with pride and grinned. After all, he was going to be the hero once again, and if there was one thing he loved more than anything else, it was being the hero.
"HELP ME!"
But what the girl said next almost made Peter fall out of the air.
"HELP ME, TINKERBELL!"
Tinker Bell straightened up and her eyes went wide. Her? The hero? Oh, she would love that! She was about to go help the struggling girl, but then remembered how girls usually take a liking for Peter, and Tink crossed her arms and turned up her nose.
The girl's eyes widened and she looked up at the man still pouring the oil, and gave him a look of contempt.
Peter started flying up to the man. He only had to do one thing: push him. Of course, he couldn't let a good sword go to waste, so first he took the man's sword and tossed it down to the ship, where it landed at the edge of the deck. He also grabbed the man's gun and threw it. It landed right in the middle of the deck. Then, he pushed. He happily watched as the pirate plummeted to his death.
'There's something I'm forgetting...' Peter thought, and then he remembered. 'The girl!'
He flew down to where the girl was, and her feet were now only inches away from the bag.
Peter reached out to her but she immediately declined the offer.
"Don't touch me!" She said.
What?! Someone refusing the great Peter's help?! Impossible! Yet right infront of him was one who just had.
The girl narrowed her eyes at Peter.
Wow, her eyes were blue. Not regular blue, but really, really light blue.
He looked down at the sack and had an idea. The girl would probably try to crawl back into the bag once she got low enough. Without the bag there, she would just fall.
"Well, it you don't want me to save you, I might as well get rid of this!" He cut the rope right below her feet and watched the bag flutter down to the sharks who where still going crazy over the pirate.
She kept sliding down the rope, and soon the end of the rope was bumping up against her knees, then her waist, then her elbow. Another foot and she would plummet down to a watery grave.
'What's she doing?! She's crazy! If she doesn't ask me for my help now, she's going to die! She's supposed to be pleading for me to save her life!' Peter thought. A damsel in distress, begging for help, Peter finally giving in, rescuing her, and she being eternally in his debt. That's how it was supposed to be!
Meanwhile the pirates just watched. After all, they were getting a pretty good show.
Up until now, Peter thought that if he waited long enough, the girl would beseech him for his help. Now he was wondering if she would even say a word to him.
Half a foot more to go.
She remained calm and silent.
Three more inches.
Wasn't she afraid of dying such a painful death?
Two more inches.
Wasn't she afraid of dying at all?
One more inch.
Peter couldn't take it anymore. He put his arm around her waist and grabbed onto the hand that was still gripping on the rope.
"Let go of me!" The girl yelled.
He gripped her hand tighter and tighter until she cried out in pain. He felt her hand loosen under his hand and he pulled away from the rope. The girl crossed her arms. He flew back up to the mast carrying a very agitated blonde.
He put her down at the edge of the mast and backed up to see if she would loose balance. It would be fun to see her fall. But to his surprise, instead of staying down and clinging on, she stood right up and faced him, her eyes full of hatred, and Peter wouldn't have been surprised if she had started growling. She turned so she could go over to the pole that held up the beam she was standing on. She should be able to climb down that, but instead, Peter flew over and stood about ten feet infront of her. The beam was too narrow for her to get around him.
"Get out of my way." What do you know? She growled.
"No."
"Get out of my way!" She growled again.
Peter grinned. This was fun!
"No!"
"I'm warning you!"
"No!"
"Get out of my way!"
"No!"
She stomped over to him (despite the fact that stomping could easily make her slip) and glared.
"I TOLD you," she said as she got closer to him, "Get out of..." she placed her right hand on his shoulder, "...my way!" With that she easily pushed him off of the mast, and he would have hit the upper deck if he hadn't caught himself in mid-air.
"Well, she's in a bad mood!" he said to Tinker Bell.
He looked up to see a sight he never thought he'd see in a million years. The girl was running along the mast, and then suddenly she dived (yes, you heard me correctly, she dived) off the mast, and everyone was waiting for her to hit the wood on the deck, but she didn't. After falling about ten feet, she grabbed onto one of the ropes that were tied onto the sails. No one could believe their eyes. She swung out over the ocean, and then the rope flung her back to the middle of the deck like a boomerang. She let go when she was about fifteen feet up and landed perfectly, not to mention right where Peter had thrown the gun of the pirate.
She crouched down when she landed, and her arm shot out. She grabbed the gun and spun around to face Hook. She aimed at the man who had brought her here in the first place, gripping the gun with two hands.
The man took a step closer, but then stopped when the girl spoke up.
"Don't move or I shoot!" She said in a cold voice.
Captain Hook chuckled and took another step. She wouldn't dare to shoot. After all, she was a girl!
"I'm warning you!" She said, shifting her weight.
He took yet another step, and she did something he never thought she would. She pulled the trigger.
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Serena pulled the trigger again. And again. And again.
*click, click,click*
Serena scowled and threw the gun to the side. After all, it was just an unloaded piece of junk. She looked around frantically and spotted the sword that Peter character had thrown down. She made a run for it. As she passed the man who must've been Captain Hook, he tried to swipe at her with the metal object attached to the end of his arm, but she ducked and kept running. When she got close enough, she dropped down to her hands and knees. She reached out for the sword, and before she knew it, she felt a crushing pain on her hand. She looked up to see the face of the man who had just stepped on her hand. She winced with pain and pulled back, but the more she did, the more it hurt.
She looked up, her eyes full of pain. Just then she had an idea. She placed her free hand behind her and leaned back on it. And then she kicked. As hard as she could. Right where it hurts.
The man immediately lifted his foot and, um..well...readers insert their own description here (^_^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;)
Serena grabbed the sword and pushed the man over the side of the boat with her elbow. And of course, all the sharks swarmed over to that side.
She spun around to face the rest of the crew. She looked down at the sword in her hand. She tilted it, and the reflection of the sun flared in her eyes. She turned it more so that she could see her own reflection. A grin spread across her face. She was going to have fun today!
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Peter couldn't believe his eyes. Had he just seen what he though he thought he saw? He had never seen anyone, let alone a girl kick there on purpose before!
He looked over and was surprised to find Tinker Bell clapping and cheering and laughing.
"Tink!" he scolded as he put his hands on his hips, "What have you got to say?"
Tink shrugged and said one simple thing in her "fairy talk": Sucks for him!
Peter's jaw dropped.
Suddenly Tink perked up and grinned and pointed down.
Peter looked down.
The girl was running towards one of the pirates. She pushed him off that side of the boat, and turned around just in time to block a blade that was headed straight towards her head. She slipped around the man and pushed him off the edge too.
She ran around on the deck, dodging this sword, and that dagger, this blade, and that bullet. She was amazingly fast. At one point she swiped her sword across one's knees, and cut off another's hand.
Peter watched in awe of the gory battle. The wooden planks on the deck were soon washed with blood, and the girl was soon coming around for a second coat. Hey, it was one way of painting your ship!
She raised her sword and cut open a man's chest. Blood sprayed into the air and she spun around.
Peter couldn't believe this. Standing right there was a girl, her braids starting to come undone, beads of sweat rolling down her face, her once perfectly white T-shirt now soaked with sweat, oil, and blood. Her eyes were narrowed, and she seemed to be waiting for something. She gripped the sword with two hands. She had blood everywhere, though none of it was her's.
Suddenly Tink chimed and Peter saw the problem.
BEHIND YOU! Tink chimed, even though she new for a fact the girl couldn't understand.
Suddenly the girl spun around and saw the pirate behind her. Her first reaction was to swing the blade. It seemed to have only skimmed his neck, for there was a tiny red line across it. He fell back, and as soon as he hit the floor, his head rolled away and a thick river of blood started flowing form his neck.
The girl's eyes widened and she looked up at Peter.
"But who...?" They could see her mouth forming those words, but she spun around immediately to face Hook.
"Hey you!" she called, gripping her sword. "Call off your men! I want to have a word with you!"
Hook raised his hand, signaling to his men to do what the girl had just said. When she saw them relax, she lowered her weapon, holding it at her side with one hand.
"What do you want, dear?" He said, smiling.
"I want you to set me free!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Look, I've already slaughtered half your crew. You wouldn't want me to do away with the rest of them, now would you?"
Hook thought for a moment, and looked at the mangled bodies and dismembered body parts that had not been thrown to the sharks.
"Now that I think of it, you would be a wonderful addition to my crew..." he said. It had worked before, and maybe it would work again.
"Yeah right!" She spat.
"Well in that case, the only way off this boat is to either swim, or have Peter Pan and his fairy help you." He said motioning up to the boy. She merely glared at Peter.
"And I'm sure a mature young woman like yourself doesn't believe in fairies!"
Tinker Bell perked right up, and anticipated the girl's answer. Her reply would decide Tink's fate.
"You wish!" she glared. "Of course I believe in fairies!" The girl then seemed to be thinking about something.
"Hey. I have an idea, " she called.
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"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrow. He had a very amused look on his face.
"Let's make a deal." Serena said.
"What kind of deal?"
"Send out your strongest man." She said with a determined look on her face. "Make sure he's unarmed. If I can defeat him in a fistfight, you let me go."
"And you promise not to use a sword?"
"Yes."
"What about a gun?"
Serena nodded.
"And daggers?"
"I promise!" Serena was getting a little agitated right about now.
The man grinned.
"So let me get this straight. You're going to fight my strongest man barehanded, and if you win I'll set you free?"
Serena nodded again. She gripped the sword, which was so slick, she was surprised she could even keep the sword from leaving her hands all together.
'Man,' she thought, 'I never realized blood could be this slippery!'
"What if, let's say, you were to lose?" The man asked. "What would we be able to do with you?"
Serena shrugged. "You could do anything, I guess..."
A grin spread across Hook's face, and she could see the boy's eyes widen out of the corner of her eye.
"That's crazy!" He shouted.
"Shut up!" Serena yelled at the one who went by the name Peter Pan. "It's none of your business." She said a little softer, never taking her eyes from Hook.
"It's a deal." The man said as he gave the orders to Smee.
In a few minutes a large bald man with a big brown mustache stepped forward. He discarded his weapons and handed them to Smee, who stumbled back under the weight of the lethal items.
Serena grinned and threw the sword aside. It skidded along the deck until it hit the small wall. The man grinned at her and pounded his fist into his palm. Serena grinned and very calmly place her fist in her own hand. The pirates started chuckling at her gentleness, but immediately stopped when she pressed hard and an ear-splitting criiiiiiiiiiick sounded. The sound of the girl cracking her knuckles was so loud that Smee winced.
Serena's grin spread even wider and she stepped back with her right leg to get into the standard fighting position, her right fist pulled back and her left fist held high. She motioned with two fingers for the burly man to make the first move.
The man just stared at her. He had obviously never seen the fighting stance she was currently in.
He quickly shook it off, and with out hesitation, he lunged. Serena grinned.
She started to step forward as he drew back his fist. As he threw a left hook, Serena easily evaded the attack by sliding under his extended arm to his right side. She then lifted her right knee with ease and the man, unable to stop in time, plowed into it. He doubled over at the impact of her knee to his stomach. It was so abrupt, that his body was still trying to move and all he could do was try to endure the pain of her knee slowly going deeper into him.
Serena could feel the man's flesh closing in on her knee, but she held herself steady.
The man barely moved, and what after felt like hours, she finally withdrew her knee and placed her foot on the ground. The man fell over gasping for breath. For a good thirty seconds he was unable to draw any breath at all. He finally started to breathe, but his breath was so labored, she didn't bother to attack.
Serena liked to fight. It was in her blood. She liked a fair fight, a tough one, so she always let her rival recover from the last blow before she made her next move.
The man slowly and clumsily clambered to his feet. As soon as he was half way up Serena grinned wickedly.
"Need some help?" With that, she thew an upper hook and the man's head snapped back. There was a crunching sound as she hit his jaw, and before he could cry out in pain she threw a roundhouse kick to the side of his jaw which caused even more teeth to shatter. She immediately crouched and spun backwards, extending her leg so that she could literally sweep him off his feet.
The back of her leg hit his ankles and his legs gave out right away. He toppled backward and she once again brought her trusted knee up to meet him. Her knee was jammed into the small of his back and he cried out in pain. He struggled to his feet and Serena jumped. She spun in the air and delivered a flying spinning back-kick. Her heel met the side of his face and his head snapped to the side. She landed perfectly and the man slammed into the ground. He gripped his jaw in pain and curled up. Serena smirked and turned to Hook.
"I think I've won."
Hook could only gape.
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"I won't be beaten!" Peter heard Roger grumble. The man got up and started back towards the strange girl.
"Here we go!" Peter said to Tinker Bell. Tinker Bell grinned and looked down as the man started stumbling toward the girl.
Roger (the pirate) linked his hands together and brought them high over his head. He then brought them crashing down toward the mysterious girl's head. Before his hands made impact with her skull, however, the girl's elbow shot back and hit him squarely in the gut. He doubled over and fought desperately for breath.
"You don't know when to stop, do you?"
Roger looked up at the girl who was glaring at him. He could see a trace of a grin in the corners of her mouth.
"You." he gasped, "You.Demon Child!"
The girl frowned.
"What did you call me?"
Not waiting for an answer, she threw her foot up making contact with his already badly bruised jaw and sent him flying back.
She turned back to Hook smirked.
Peter just stared at the man who now lay on the deck, motionless. The man stirred. Peter grinned. He knew that would happen. Roger never gave up.
The man got up and stumbled toward the girl and raised his hand. He reached for her left shoulder. He had barely touched when the girl cried out in pain.
The man couldn't believe this. He touched her shoulder again, only a little harder. The girl spun around to face him and dropped to her knees her hand clutching her left arm. He grinned. He had just found a weakness.
He gripped her shoulder tightly and pulled her up. She screamed and then clenched her teeth. He brought his fist back and punched her in the stomach. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Roger pulled his fist back and punched again. And again. And again.
Peter winced ever time Roger made contact.
After what seemed like forever, the man finally let go of the girl and stepped back. The girl collapsed and lay motionless, faced down. She slowly pulled her self up and staggered past the man. Everyone watched in curiosity as the girl made her way over to the side of the ship. She leaned over the rail and-well, you know.
The men laughed at as she heaved and they all turned toward Roger.
They didn't bother to see why the girl started making her way over to the bags of loot they had stolen a few days before. Peter watched as the men cheered Roger. He didn't understand how the man could've been so rough on the girl- demon child or not.
Every one's cheers were silence as an arrow wen right through Roger. Roger collapsed, dead. They all turned to see the girl, her left hand clutching a bow, her right hand still drawn back from letting the arrow go. She was gasping for breath and a look of contempt showed in those sky blue eyes.
Hook angrily yelled at her for cheating. She wasn't supposed to use weapons.
"You told me I couldn't use swords, daggers, or guns," she said quietly, "But you didn't say anything about bows and arrows."
With that, she turned and ran. She dived off the edge of the ship and swam. For some very odd reason the sharks ignored her, and she her shadow slowly faded as the wind blew seagull feathers across the deck of the ship.
Hi again! Okay, Well letsee.I hoped you liked it and please review. I like honesty, but no flames!!! I don't mind something like "Well, if you want to know the truth.*bad thing* because *reason* and you should practice more, but I liked how you did *good thing*." I don't mind honesty and a reason, but what I mean by no flames is when someone reviews and says stuff like "This story sucked!" and curse off and doesn't give a reason. But anyway, please review. I just broke up with my boyfriend and I'm all depressed, and reviews would really help to cheer me up. Well anyway, gotta go! Hope to see you in the reviews!
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The Thief of Eternity
(Part One-Come and Go...As Always)
~Chapter Two-Newcomer on the Isle~
A young boy about the age of fourteen swung on his hammock, playing his panpipe. He had a troublesome look on his face, so naturally, his pixie was worried. He was supposed to be up and playing, but instead he was just moping around. The fairy fluttered over to him and made charm-like sounds.
"It's Hook," he replied, "He's no where to be found. And if he had gone into the real world he would have been back by now." The boy was obviously concerned.
The fairy "talked" some more and the boy laid back and closed his eyes.
"No, Tink," he replied, "I'm not worried about Hook. What I'm worrying about is what kind of havoc he's rigging up right now!"
Suddenly the fairy's eyes went wide and she held up her pointer finger, and seemed to be listening to something. She suddenly straightened up and her eyes went even wider. She waved her arms about and chimed and motioned for him to stay there, and with that, she rocketed off.
The boy shrugged and started playing his panpipe again.
A few minutes later the pixie had returned and she was waving her arms around frantically.
"What? Hook is back?! What do ya say Tink? Should we pay the old Codfish a visit?"
The fairy's face lit up and she nodded.
"Let's go!" He said as he and his pixie flew off.
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Hook grinned as he looked over the edge of the boat at the swarms of unfed sharks. There were hundreds of them, and they hadn't eaten for months. That's probably why they were so incredibly attracted to the tiny bit of fish guts he had poured over the edge. He'd have to hurry, or else they would eat each other instead of the meal Hook had prepared for them.
No one would be able to survive in those waters. Only the most deadly species were there. There were Negaprion Brevirostris, Carcharhinus Leucias, Galeocerdo Cuvier, and Carcharodon Carcharias out there, and at least fifty of each! (Oh and for all you people out there with less brain cells than the author *just kidding*, those species listed above are better known as Lemon Shark, Bull Shark, Tiger Shark and Great White. ^_^;)
Hook looked up to see the sack dangling from a 25-foot long rope tied to the mast. (Just picture it like when they had Jane in that bag for the octopus.) He would have the rope burned instead of cutting it, so the girl would have to suffer in the agony of having to anticipate her death.
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Serena knew their plan. She had over heard them talking about it. She now sat in the stuffy sack. She had taken off her black sweat pants and sweatshirt to reveal a pair of denim shorts and white T-shirt.
'Is this the end?' she thought. 'Is this my fate?' For some reason she felt calm. 'No. This is not my fate. This is only a step toward my destiny.' She was confident, and she felt a wave of peace flow over her.
She peered out the hole as if she was expecting something.
"Okay Serena," she said to herself, "Just wait until they've been distracted. Then you can make your move." The only problem was she didn't know what her move would be. Just then her ice blue eyes lit up. She reached for her sweatpants and put her hand into the depths of the pocket. She then pulled out what she was sure would save her life.
She opened the blade of her pocketknife. It was tiny, and it was weak, but it was sharp and it would do the job. All she needed now was an opportunity.
What luck! The captain seemed to be upset, and was talking to someone who must've been upon the mast, because his neck was craned far back.
"Bingo," she whispered as she put the blade to work.
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For the first time in his life, Peter Pan was the last person Hook wanted to see, and yet there he was.
'Blast.' Thought Hook. 'The last thing I need is some upstart to ruin my plan!'
Why did Hook want to do away with Serena so badly?
Well, for one, she had insulted him, and you all know what a bad temper Captain Hook had.
Second, he was probably getting desperate. Pan was his only rival, and because he had been set on killing Pan, he never bothered to make any other enemies. Why, this may be the first time he killed anyone in a good 100 years! (Not counting his own crew, mind you. He's killed his crewmembers plenty of times.) But in order to do that, he had to get rid of Pan.
"Why Peter, what a surprise!" Hook smiled "sweetly," but obviously he looked really scary.
Peter raised an eyebrow. Hook? Being nice?! To him?!?! Oh well.
"Hey, Hook! Where've you been? I've been looking all over for you!" Peter called down. He was hovering right infront of the sail.
I've been on vacation!" He said as friendly as possible.
"Right." Peter said as he scanned the deck of the ship. "Hey! What's that?" He asked as he pointed to a tan, blue, and black bag.
"Oh, That! Um, that's a, uh, carrying bag I got from my vacation."
"Can I see?" Peter asked.
"Well, er, wait 'til I take some of the stuff out. I packed some stuff I it. You can see it when I unpack."
All Hook needed was Pan looking through the bag and find a bunch of girl's clothes in it.
"Um, okay." Peter scratched his head, pushing his hat back a little. "So what's in there?" He pointed to the sack hanging off the mast.
"Oh! That? That's...food for the sharks. We wouldn't want anyone taking a swim, and being eaten, now would we?"
"I...guess not..."
Just then, Smee came up to the deck.
"Oh, hello, Peter!"
"Hello, Mr. Smee." At first Peter was confused about all the friendliness, but now he was suspicious. Just then, he had an idea.
"The Captain told me who is in the bag." He said, purposely saying who instead of what.
Smee had fallen for it, and before Hook could stop him, Smee had started talking.
"Oh, yes. The poor girl." Smee shook his head. "But she should have known better than insult the Cap'n."
Hook slapped his head and Peter drew his dagger with a grin.
"Quick!" Hook said to his men. "Cut the rope!"
One started toward the rope later up to the crow's nest, but then stopped short.
"Um, Captain?" The man tried to get Hook's attention, but Hook paid no heed.
"You'll never save her, Pan!"
"Captain, I need to talk to you!"
"Soon the rope will be cut and she will fall to her doom!"
"Um, Captain? A word?"
"The sharks will rip her to shreds! Eat her alive!"
"CAPTAIN!"
"WHAT?!" The captain spun around and both he and Peter stared at the man.
"I think we have something more to worry about than Pan saving the girl."
"And what's that?"
"The girl saving herself." The man pointed to a torn sack, which was empty, spare the black pant leg hanging out.
"What?!" The Captain's eyes widened.
"Look!" Smee said.
Everyone looked farther up the rope to see a figure climbing up the rope at an alarming rate. Could that possibly be a girl?! Now, you have to realize, the last time a girl, or anyone else for that matter, had visited Neverland, it was during World War Two, and all girls wore dresses back then. Here was a person who was wearing shorts and short sleeves, with a black baseball hat. And this person's hair looked about as short as Peter's! They couldn't tell by the figure's face, because the brim of the hat cast a shadow across the figure's eyes. This person couldn't be a girl! But at the same time, the stranger had to be, because who ever it was had the body of a girl. It was all becoming very confusing for Peter.
Just then a strong gust of wind blew of the person's hat, and two long braids fell down her back. Well, that answered that question.
The girl looked down and saw everyone staring at her. She squinted her eyes shut and stuck out her tongue. She started climbing again, and was soon 3/4 of the way up.
Hook was about to scream at the crew, when he saw one of his men up on the mast waiting for her.
What was he doing?
Hook squinted and realized he was pouring oil down the rope.
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At first Serena didn't notice, but when she brought her left hand up to grip the rope and found her hand just slid down and hit her other hand, she looked up and her eyes widened as she saw the black liquid running down the rope. If she held on with her left hand, she would just slip more due to the greasiness of that hand, so she clung the rope with her right hand leaving her left arm to simply dangle limply at her side.
The oil slowly crawled over her right hand and began seeping in between her hand and the rope. She began slipping. She looked over her shoulder at the hundreds of dorsal fins that sliced through the water like a dagger through flesh.
Serena looked around frantically, and then something green against the white sails caught her eye. She looked up to behold a sight that could only be contemplated as a miracle. There, staring at her with wide eyes, was a boy about her age floating in mid-air, and beside him, there was a tiny ball of light that couldn't be anything but the fairy from the well-known fable in her world.
"No way," She said not much louder than a whisper. "Peter Pan?"
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Peter couldn't hear it, but could read the lips of the girl and knew she had just said his name.
"HELP ME!" She suddenly cried out.
Peter swelled with pride and grinned. After all, he was going to be the hero once again, and if there was one thing he loved more than anything else, it was being the hero.
"HELP ME!"
But what the girl said next almost made Peter fall out of the air.
"HELP ME, TINKERBELL!"
Tinker Bell straightened up and her eyes went wide. Her? The hero? Oh, she would love that! She was about to go help the struggling girl, but then remembered how girls usually take a liking for Peter, and Tink crossed her arms and turned up her nose.
The girl's eyes widened and she looked up at the man still pouring the oil, and gave him a look of contempt.
Peter started flying up to the man. He only had to do one thing: push him. Of course, he couldn't let a good sword go to waste, so first he took the man's sword and tossed it down to the ship, where it landed at the edge of the deck. He also grabbed the man's gun and threw it. It landed right in the middle of the deck. Then, he pushed. He happily watched as the pirate plummeted to his death.
'There's something I'm forgetting...' Peter thought, and then he remembered. 'The girl!'
He flew down to where the girl was, and her feet were now only inches away from the bag.
Peter reached out to her but she immediately declined the offer.
"Don't touch me!" She said.
What?! Someone refusing the great Peter's help?! Impossible! Yet right infront of him was one who just had.
The girl narrowed her eyes at Peter.
Wow, her eyes were blue. Not regular blue, but really, really light blue.
He looked down at the sack and had an idea. The girl would probably try to crawl back into the bag once she got low enough. Without the bag there, she would just fall.
"Well, it you don't want me to save you, I might as well get rid of this!" He cut the rope right below her feet and watched the bag flutter down to the sharks who where still going crazy over the pirate.
She kept sliding down the rope, and soon the end of the rope was bumping up against her knees, then her waist, then her elbow. Another foot and she would plummet down to a watery grave.
'What's she doing?! She's crazy! If she doesn't ask me for my help now, she's going to die! She's supposed to be pleading for me to save her life!' Peter thought. A damsel in distress, begging for help, Peter finally giving in, rescuing her, and she being eternally in his debt. That's how it was supposed to be!
Meanwhile the pirates just watched. After all, they were getting a pretty good show.
Up until now, Peter thought that if he waited long enough, the girl would beseech him for his help. Now he was wondering if she would even say a word to him.
Half a foot more to go.
She remained calm and silent.
Three more inches.
Wasn't she afraid of dying such a painful death?
Two more inches.
Wasn't she afraid of dying at all?
One more inch.
Peter couldn't take it anymore. He put his arm around her waist and grabbed onto the hand that was still gripping on the rope.
"Let go of me!" The girl yelled.
He gripped her hand tighter and tighter until she cried out in pain. He felt her hand loosen under his hand and he pulled away from the rope. The girl crossed her arms. He flew back up to the mast carrying a very agitated blonde.
He put her down at the edge of the mast and backed up to see if she would loose balance. It would be fun to see her fall. But to his surprise, instead of staying down and clinging on, she stood right up and faced him, her eyes full of hatred, and Peter wouldn't have been surprised if she had started growling. She turned so she could go over to the pole that held up the beam she was standing on. She should be able to climb down that, but instead, Peter flew over and stood about ten feet infront of her. The beam was too narrow for her to get around him.
"Get out of my way." What do you know? She growled.
"No."
"Get out of my way!" She growled again.
Peter grinned. This was fun!
"No!"
"I'm warning you!"
"No!"
"Get out of my way!"
"No!"
She stomped over to him (despite the fact that stomping could easily make her slip) and glared.
"I TOLD you," she said as she got closer to him, "Get out of..." she placed her right hand on his shoulder, "...my way!" With that she easily pushed him off of the mast, and he would have hit the upper deck if he hadn't caught himself in mid-air.
"Well, she's in a bad mood!" he said to Tinker Bell.
He looked up to see a sight he never thought he'd see in a million years. The girl was running along the mast, and then suddenly she dived (yes, you heard me correctly, she dived) off the mast, and everyone was waiting for her to hit the wood on the deck, but she didn't. After falling about ten feet, she grabbed onto one of the ropes that were tied onto the sails. No one could believe their eyes. She swung out over the ocean, and then the rope flung her back to the middle of the deck like a boomerang. She let go when she was about fifteen feet up and landed perfectly, not to mention right where Peter had thrown the gun of the pirate.
She crouched down when she landed, and her arm shot out. She grabbed the gun and spun around to face Hook. She aimed at the man who had brought her here in the first place, gripping the gun with two hands.
The man took a step closer, but then stopped when the girl spoke up.
"Don't move or I shoot!" She said in a cold voice.
Captain Hook chuckled and took another step. She wouldn't dare to shoot. After all, she was a girl!
"I'm warning you!" She said, shifting her weight.
He took yet another step, and she did something he never thought she would. She pulled the trigger.
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Serena pulled the trigger again. And again. And again.
*click, click,click*
Serena scowled and threw the gun to the side. After all, it was just an unloaded piece of junk. She looked around frantically and spotted the sword that Peter character had thrown down. She made a run for it. As she passed the man who must've been Captain Hook, he tried to swipe at her with the metal object attached to the end of his arm, but she ducked and kept running. When she got close enough, she dropped down to her hands and knees. She reached out for the sword, and before she knew it, she felt a crushing pain on her hand. She looked up to see the face of the man who had just stepped on her hand. She winced with pain and pulled back, but the more she did, the more it hurt.
She looked up, her eyes full of pain. Just then she had an idea. She placed her free hand behind her and leaned back on it. And then she kicked. As hard as she could. Right where it hurts.
The man immediately lifted his foot and, um..well...readers insert their own description here (^_^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;)
Serena grabbed the sword and pushed the man over the side of the boat with her elbow. And of course, all the sharks swarmed over to that side.
She spun around to face the rest of the crew. She looked down at the sword in her hand. She tilted it, and the reflection of the sun flared in her eyes. She turned it more so that she could see her own reflection. A grin spread across her face. She was going to have fun today!
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Peter couldn't believe his eyes. Had he just seen what he though he thought he saw? He had never seen anyone, let alone a girl kick there on purpose before!
He looked over and was surprised to find Tinker Bell clapping and cheering and laughing.
"Tink!" he scolded as he put his hands on his hips, "What have you got to say?"
Tink shrugged and said one simple thing in her "fairy talk": Sucks for him!
Peter's jaw dropped.
Suddenly Tink perked up and grinned and pointed down.
Peter looked down.
The girl was running towards one of the pirates. She pushed him off that side of the boat, and turned around just in time to block a blade that was headed straight towards her head. She slipped around the man and pushed him off the edge too.
She ran around on the deck, dodging this sword, and that dagger, this blade, and that bullet. She was amazingly fast. At one point she swiped her sword across one's knees, and cut off another's hand.
Peter watched in awe of the gory battle. The wooden planks on the deck were soon washed with blood, and the girl was soon coming around for a second coat. Hey, it was one way of painting your ship!
She raised her sword and cut open a man's chest. Blood sprayed into the air and she spun around.
Peter couldn't believe this. Standing right there was a girl, her braids starting to come undone, beads of sweat rolling down her face, her once perfectly white T-shirt now soaked with sweat, oil, and blood. Her eyes were narrowed, and she seemed to be waiting for something. She gripped the sword with two hands. She had blood everywhere, though none of it was her's.
Suddenly Tink chimed and Peter saw the problem.
BEHIND YOU! Tink chimed, even though she new for a fact the girl couldn't understand.
Suddenly the girl spun around and saw the pirate behind her. Her first reaction was to swing the blade. It seemed to have only skimmed his neck, for there was a tiny red line across it. He fell back, and as soon as he hit the floor, his head rolled away and a thick river of blood started flowing form his neck.
The girl's eyes widened and she looked up at Peter.
"But who...?" They could see her mouth forming those words, but she spun around immediately to face Hook.
"Hey you!" she called, gripping her sword. "Call off your men! I want to have a word with you!"
Hook raised his hand, signaling to his men to do what the girl had just said. When she saw them relax, she lowered her weapon, holding it at her side with one hand.
"What do you want, dear?" He said, smiling.
"I want you to set me free!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Look, I've already slaughtered half your crew. You wouldn't want me to do away with the rest of them, now would you?"
Hook thought for a moment, and looked at the mangled bodies and dismembered body parts that had not been thrown to the sharks.
"Now that I think of it, you would be a wonderful addition to my crew..." he said. It had worked before, and maybe it would work again.
"Yeah right!" She spat.
"Well in that case, the only way off this boat is to either swim, or have Peter Pan and his fairy help you." He said motioning up to the boy. She merely glared at Peter.
"And I'm sure a mature young woman like yourself doesn't believe in fairies!"
Tinker Bell perked right up, and anticipated the girl's answer. Her reply would decide Tink's fate.
"You wish!" she glared. "Of course I believe in fairies!" The girl then seemed to be thinking about something.
"Hey. I have an idea, " she called.
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"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrow. He had a very amused look on his face.
"Let's make a deal." Serena said.
"What kind of deal?"
"Send out your strongest man." She said with a determined look on her face. "Make sure he's unarmed. If I can defeat him in a fistfight, you let me go."
"And you promise not to use a sword?"
"Yes."
"What about a gun?"
Serena nodded.
"And daggers?"
"I promise!" Serena was getting a little agitated right about now.
The man grinned.
"So let me get this straight. You're going to fight my strongest man barehanded, and if you win I'll set you free?"
Serena nodded again. She gripped the sword, which was so slick, she was surprised she could even keep the sword from leaving her hands all together.
'Man,' she thought, 'I never realized blood could be this slippery!'
"What if, let's say, you were to lose?" The man asked. "What would we be able to do with you?"
Serena shrugged. "You could do anything, I guess..."
A grin spread across Hook's face, and she could see the boy's eyes widen out of the corner of her eye.
"That's crazy!" He shouted.
"Shut up!" Serena yelled at the one who went by the name Peter Pan. "It's none of your business." She said a little softer, never taking her eyes from Hook.
"It's a deal." The man said as he gave the orders to Smee.
In a few minutes a large bald man with a big brown mustache stepped forward. He discarded his weapons and handed them to Smee, who stumbled back under the weight of the lethal items.
Serena grinned and threw the sword aside. It skidded along the deck until it hit the small wall. The man grinned at her and pounded his fist into his palm. Serena grinned and very calmly place her fist in her own hand. The pirates started chuckling at her gentleness, but immediately stopped when she pressed hard and an ear-splitting criiiiiiiiiiick sounded. The sound of the girl cracking her knuckles was so loud that Smee winced.
Serena's grin spread even wider and she stepped back with her right leg to get into the standard fighting position, her right fist pulled back and her left fist held high. She motioned with two fingers for the burly man to make the first move.
The man just stared at her. He had obviously never seen the fighting stance she was currently in.
He quickly shook it off, and with out hesitation, he lunged. Serena grinned.
She started to step forward as he drew back his fist. As he threw a left hook, Serena easily evaded the attack by sliding under his extended arm to his right side. She then lifted her right knee with ease and the man, unable to stop in time, plowed into it. He doubled over at the impact of her knee to his stomach. It was so abrupt, that his body was still trying to move and all he could do was try to endure the pain of her knee slowly going deeper into him.
Serena could feel the man's flesh closing in on her knee, but she held herself steady.
The man barely moved, and what after felt like hours, she finally withdrew her knee and placed her foot on the ground. The man fell over gasping for breath. For a good thirty seconds he was unable to draw any breath at all. He finally started to breathe, but his breath was so labored, she didn't bother to attack.
Serena liked to fight. It was in her blood. She liked a fair fight, a tough one, so she always let her rival recover from the last blow before she made her next move.
The man slowly and clumsily clambered to his feet. As soon as he was half way up Serena grinned wickedly.
"Need some help?" With that, she thew an upper hook and the man's head snapped back. There was a crunching sound as she hit his jaw, and before he could cry out in pain she threw a roundhouse kick to the side of his jaw which caused even more teeth to shatter. She immediately crouched and spun backwards, extending her leg so that she could literally sweep him off his feet.
The back of her leg hit his ankles and his legs gave out right away. He toppled backward and she once again brought her trusted knee up to meet him. Her knee was jammed into the small of his back and he cried out in pain. He struggled to his feet and Serena jumped. She spun in the air and delivered a flying spinning back-kick. Her heel met the side of his face and his head snapped to the side. She landed perfectly and the man slammed into the ground. He gripped his jaw in pain and curled up. Serena smirked and turned to Hook.
"I think I've won."
Hook could only gape.
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"I won't be beaten!" Peter heard Roger grumble. The man got up and started back towards the strange girl.
"Here we go!" Peter said to Tinker Bell. Tinker Bell grinned and looked down as the man started stumbling toward the girl.
Roger (the pirate) linked his hands together and brought them high over his head. He then brought them crashing down toward the mysterious girl's head. Before his hands made impact with her skull, however, the girl's elbow shot back and hit him squarely in the gut. He doubled over and fought desperately for breath.
"You don't know when to stop, do you?"
Roger looked up at the girl who was glaring at him. He could see a trace of a grin in the corners of her mouth.
"You." he gasped, "You.Demon Child!"
The girl frowned.
"What did you call me?"
Not waiting for an answer, she threw her foot up making contact with his already badly bruised jaw and sent him flying back.
She turned back to Hook smirked.
Peter just stared at the man who now lay on the deck, motionless. The man stirred. Peter grinned. He knew that would happen. Roger never gave up.
The man got up and stumbled toward the girl and raised his hand. He reached for her left shoulder. He had barely touched when the girl cried out in pain.
The man couldn't believe this. He touched her shoulder again, only a little harder. The girl spun around to face him and dropped to her knees her hand clutching her left arm. He grinned. He had just found a weakness.
He gripped her shoulder tightly and pulled her up. She screamed and then clenched her teeth. He brought his fist back and punched her in the stomach. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Roger pulled his fist back and punched again. And again. And again.
Peter winced ever time Roger made contact.
After what seemed like forever, the man finally let go of the girl and stepped back. The girl collapsed and lay motionless, faced down. She slowly pulled her self up and staggered past the man. Everyone watched in curiosity as the girl made her way over to the side of the ship. She leaned over the rail and-well, you know.
The men laughed at as she heaved and they all turned toward Roger.
They didn't bother to see why the girl started making her way over to the bags of loot they had stolen a few days before. Peter watched as the men cheered Roger. He didn't understand how the man could've been so rough on the girl- demon child or not.
Every one's cheers were silence as an arrow wen right through Roger. Roger collapsed, dead. They all turned to see the girl, her left hand clutching a bow, her right hand still drawn back from letting the arrow go. She was gasping for breath and a look of contempt showed in those sky blue eyes.
Hook angrily yelled at her for cheating. She wasn't supposed to use weapons.
"You told me I couldn't use swords, daggers, or guns," she said quietly, "But you didn't say anything about bows and arrows."
With that, she turned and ran. She dived off the edge of the ship and swam. For some very odd reason the sharks ignored her, and she her shadow slowly faded as the wind blew seagull feathers across the deck of the ship.
Hi again! Okay, Well letsee.I hoped you liked it and please review. I like honesty, but no flames!!! I don't mind something like "Well, if you want to know the truth.*bad thing* because *reason* and you should practice more, but I liked how you did *good thing*." I don't mind honesty and a reason, but what I mean by no flames is when someone reviews and says stuff like "This story sucked!" and curse off and doesn't give a reason. But anyway, please review. I just broke up with my boyfriend and I'm all depressed, and reviews would really help to cheer me up. Well anyway, gotta go! Hope to see you in the reviews!
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