Faith and Trust
Chapter 2 (All it takes is faith and Trust)
We now join Peter as he makes his decent upon the Neverland. With Tinker Bell as his guide he was able to see the land below quite clearly, why there's Mermaid lagoon and Cannibal Cove, just below them, see? Attached to the small Pixie's side there was a pouch and in this pouch she carried a few golden coins and gems, stolen for the good Captain of course. Peter noticed it slowed her down considerably, so he plucked her out of the sky by her beautiful wings and placed her upon his shoulder.
Soon the inseparable pair flew over the Indian encampment. Peter and Tinker Bell were to be guests of the Chief whenever they visited - Peter of course would take on a different persona on arrival and become 'Big Chief, Little Flying Eagle'. He cherished the name, and the attention it brought him.
Being the forgetful child that he was, Peter forgot that he had Hook's sword tucked into his small belt, and upon landing in the encampment it brought him more attention than usual, which Peter brushed off as the Brave's joy in seeing him.
It was meant to have been a short stop before he made his way back to Hang Man's Tree to make sure the Lost Boys were asleep, but he and young Tinker Bell were ushered inside the Chief's Tepee by some youthful braves.
Peter took off his hat and bowed to the Chiefs daughter Tiger Lilly, and waited to be greeted by the Chief himself. "How." Now that Peter had been acknowledged he was able to sit down.
"How." Peter mimicked the Chief's voice and hand movements impeccably.
The Chief nodded to Peter allowing him to sit. "Little Flying Eagle bring Big Chief gifts?" He eyed the young man up and down.
Peter sat as he was told, only then was it he recalled stealing Hook's blade. For as he lowered himself to the ground, with the grace only he was capable of, the long steel made a clattering sound as it fell from Peter's leather belt. And as the pixie maid seated herself on Peter's kneecap her bag of coins spilled open. These were the gifts of which the Chief had spoken.
Peter picked up the blade and rose on one knee handing it over to the Chief - a kind man he was, but when he asked of something, you gave him what was required. "A gift from Capt'in Hook you could say."
Peter knew how deeply the hatred was between the Red Man and the Pirates, he also knew the Chief would love to hold something that was of great value to Hook in his keep.
Holding the sword in his hands, eyes gleaming with contentment. "Pale faced brother make Big Chief heap glad." The Chiefs face was as stoic as ever, but something in his eyes tells us that he was to be a happy man this evening.
Tinker Bell sprung to her feet in excitement for Peter who was imitating that famous Indian cry. He was happy for the Chief but more so he was happy for himself.
Back at the good ship Jolly Roger the Captain was firmly back on his feet and the crew were below deck, checking on what hadn't been taken by Peter and his Lost Boys.
Hook was fuming, not only had Peter taken his sword and left him hanging from the mast, but the lad had shown good form. And if there was one thing Jas. Hook hated it was having his own judgement undermined by that of a child's - In the same situation, had Peter been hanging from the mast, Hook was certain he would have ran the boy through.
"Defeated by master Pan Captain, it wont do you know." Said Smee, the ships boson and Hook's confidant. He watched as the Captain paced back and forth as he placed Hook's evening meal on the table.
Of course Smee meant well but sometimes he had little sensitivity for the Captain's feelings. Hook muttered to himself, reeling over new and no doubt more devious plan to capture Peter Pan.
"If only the boy couldn't fly." Smee poured some red wine into a golden goblet for the Captain.
Hook grunted in response, still pacing the wall of his cabin.
"And just think Capt'in all it takes is faith and trust and a little bit of Pixie dust." Smee chuckled to himself, finding the whole idea somewhat absurd.
Hook paused for a moment. "That's it Smee!" He exclaimed, waving his hook around in jubilation.
Smee startled, spilling some of the Captain's precious wine onto the table. "What. What's it Capt'in?"
In one swift movement Hook had Smee by the shirtfront, holding him up in the air - This time not in threat, but in joy. The Captain grinned and dropped the boson so that he landed with a thud. "It's brilliant Smee! Why didn't I think of it before?" He turned away and held both his arms up as if praying to the powers that be. "You take away Peter's faith and trust . and the boy sharn't fly. It's ingenious."
Smee dismissed the fact that it was he who had thought of it; for he knew the Captain enjoyed thinking that his new plan would be flawless, or would it?
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Chapter 2 (All it takes is faith and Trust)
We now join Peter as he makes his decent upon the Neverland. With Tinker Bell as his guide he was able to see the land below quite clearly, why there's Mermaid lagoon and Cannibal Cove, just below them, see? Attached to the small Pixie's side there was a pouch and in this pouch she carried a few golden coins and gems, stolen for the good Captain of course. Peter noticed it slowed her down considerably, so he plucked her out of the sky by her beautiful wings and placed her upon his shoulder.
Soon the inseparable pair flew over the Indian encampment. Peter and Tinker Bell were to be guests of the Chief whenever they visited - Peter of course would take on a different persona on arrival and become 'Big Chief, Little Flying Eagle'. He cherished the name, and the attention it brought him.
Being the forgetful child that he was, Peter forgot that he had Hook's sword tucked into his small belt, and upon landing in the encampment it brought him more attention than usual, which Peter brushed off as the Brave's joy in seeing him.
It was meant to have been a short stop before he made his way back to Hang Man's Tree to make sure the Lost Boys were asleep, but he and young Tinker Bell were ushered inside the Chief's Tepee by some youthful braves.
Peter took off his hat and bowed to the Chiefs daughter Tiger Lilly, and waited to be greeted by the Chief himself. "How." Now that Peter had been acknowledged he was able to sit down.
"How." Peter mimicked the Chief's voice and hand movements impeccably.
The Chief nodded to Peter allowing him to sit. "Little Flying Eagle bring Big Chief gifts?" He eyed the young man up and down.
Peter sat as he was told, only then was it he recalled stealing Hook's blade. For as he lowered himself to the ground, with the grace only he was capable of, the long steel made a clattering sound as it fell from Peter's leather belt. And as the pixie maid seated herself on Peter's kneecap her bag of coins spilled open. These were the gifts of which the Chief had spoken.
Peter picked up the blade and rose on one knee handing it over to the Chief - a kind man he was, but when he asked of something, you gave him what was required. "A gift from Capt'in Hook you could say."
Peter knew how deeply the hatred was between the Red Man and the Pirates, he also knew the Chief would love to hold something that was of great value to Hook in his keep.
Holding the sword in his hands, eyes gleaming with contentment. "Pale faced brother make Big Chief heap glad." The Chiefs face was as stoic as ever, but something in his eyes tells us that he was to be a happy man this evening.
Tinker Bell sprung to her feet in excitement for Peter who was imitating that famous Indian cry. He was happy for the Chief but more so he was happy for himself.
Back at the good ship Jolly Roger the Captain was firmly back on his feet and the crew were below deck, checking on what hadn't been taken by Peter and his Lost Boys.
Hook was fuming, not only had Peter taken his sword and left him hanging from the mast, but the lad had shown good form. And if there was one thing Jas. Hook hated it was having his own judgement undermined by that of a child's - In the same situation, had Peter been hanging from the mast, Hook was certain he would have ran the boy through.
"Defeated by master Pan Captain, it wont do you know." Said Smee, the ships boson and Hook's confidant. He watched as the Captain paced back and forth as he placed Hook's evening meal on the table.
Of course Smee meant well but sometimes he had little sensitivity for the Captain's feelings. Hook muttered to himself, reeling over new and no doubt more devious plan to capture Peter Pan.
"If only the boy couldn't fly." Smee poured some red wine into a golden goblet for the Captain.
Hook grunted in response, still pacing the wall of his cabin.
"And just think Capt'in all it takes is faith and trust and a little bit of Pixie dust." Smee chuckled to himself, finding the whole idea somewhat absurd.
Hook paused for a moment. "That's it Smee!" He exclaimed, waving his hook around in jubilation.
Smee startled, spilling some of the Captain's precious wine onto the table. "What. What's it Capt'in?"
In one swift movement Hook had Smee by the shirtfront, holding him up in the air - This time not in threat, but in joy. The Captain grinned and dropped the boson so that he landed with a thud. "It's brilliant Smee! Why didn't I think of it before?" He turned away and held both his arms up as if praying to the powers that be. "You take away Peter's faith and trust . and the boy sharn't fly. It's ingenious."
Smee dismissed the fact that it was he who had thought of it; for he knew the Captain enjoyed thinking that his new plan would be flawless, or would it?
Please RnR And a 'Thank you for reviewing' goes to Princess Toad Stool and Voice Girl