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CHAPTER TWELVE
THE ARRIVAL
Tinkerbell wasn't surprised to see that Peter wasn't keeping up with her. He hadn't been able too for sometime now. She was worried about him, obviously something was wrong, but what could it be?
She was aware that he was having flashbacks, memories of him and James. That couldn't be the cause of all the problems he was having though, could it? She looked behind her to see where he was. He was still insight, that was good.
She brought her thoughts back to James. He and Peter had been like brothers; their bond was like no other. That day when he, James, returned to Neverland, she would never forget it, couldn't forget it. Peter and her were inside Hangman's Tree; they were sewing bed mats for the Lost Boys.
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Peter released an annoyed sigh. He hated doing this, but it had to be done. He weaved the long thin leaves that the Lost Boys had collected in and out. Yeah, that was about the only thing the Lost Boys did to help. Peter rolled his eyes. That was the only thing they were capable of doing. When it came to making things that took patience and some skill the Lost Boys were hopeless. So the task was left to Peter and Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell wasn't all that much help either though. She could weave the leaves, but it took her a long time to do it. So basically it was up to him.
He diligently worked, his fingers pushing the leaves through the spaces and pulling them back out. He floated in the air as he worked. He wasn't even aware that he was floating, it just came so natural to him.
Tinkerbell fought with one of the leaves. She dragged it underneath the previous leaf she had woven. She wiped her forehead off with the back of her arm as slightly shot out of one of the tree's openings.
"Peter! Hurry! There's, there's," he fought to find the right word, "something in Cannibal Cove!" Slightly didn't have to ask Peter twice to come. He gratefully dropped the mat he was weaving and flew out of the opening at the top of the tree, Tinkerbell following after him.
"Yes! An adventure!" Peter was thrilled at the thought of what could possibly lay ahead. When he flew over Cannibal Cove the sight below him caused him to stop. There was a, a ship, a great huge ship in the cove. How could it have gotten there? Peter grinned. Yes this surely would be a great adventure.
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Tinkerbell reached the lagoon. Her heart sank as panic rose in her. The Lost Boys were gone. Captain Hook had kidnapped them, or worse. She turned around to see that Peter wasn't far behind. What would they do? Peter obviously was in no condition to fight Captain Hook.
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Peter kept his distance from the interesting ship. He studied it, tried to figure out how it had gotten there, and who, or what, was on it. He scratched his head, causing his hat to rest crookedly. With a shrug of his shoulders he descended down to get a closer look.
The ship was magnificent. The woodwork and the way it shinned, it just begged Peter to come on the deck and admire it first hand. Peter floated down and his feet gently and silently landed on the ship's smooth deck.
Unknown to Peter Captain Hook watched him, watched him like a hawk waiting for its prey to fall into its claws.
When Captain Hook saw the unchanged youth he felt the fury already within him increase, until he was like a kettle upon a stove, ready to explode at any moment. He eyed him with hate, and he tightened his grip upon his sword.
Peter slowly walked about the ship's deck, taking in all of the wonderful things. But wasn't there anyone or anything upon the ship? Something had to have brought it here, so where was it?
"Hello?" Peter said aloud and waited for a response. Nothing. He saw a door, on the opposite side, with stairs leading to its entrance. Peter made his way over to it.
"Yes, that's right Peter, come this way." Captain Hook quietly whispered within his cabin, some of his men silently stood behind him, waiting for Peter too.
Peter was a few feet from the door when Tinkerbell joined him. She was curious too, but she had a feeling something wasn't right, a feeling that made her want to shiver. Peter grabbed onto the doorknob and twisted it, with a light push he cracked open the door.
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE ARRIVAL
Tinkerbell wasn't surprised to see that Peter wasn't keeping up with her. He hadn't been able too for sometime now. She was worried about him, obviously something was wrong, but what could it be?
She was aware that he was having flashbacks, memories of him and James. That couldn't be the cause of all the problems he was having though, could it? She looked behind her to see where he was. He was still insight, that was good.
She brought her thoughts back to James. He and Peter had been like brothers; their bond was like no other. That day when he, James, returned to Neverland, she would never forget it, couldn't forget it. Peter and her were inside Hangman's Tree; they were sewing bed mats for the Lost Boys.
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Peter released an annoyed sigh. He hated doing this, but it had to be done. He weaved the long thin leaves that the Lost Boys had collected in and out. Yeah, that was about the only thing the Lost Boys did to help. Peter rolled his eyes. That was the only thing they were capable of doing. When it came to making things that took patience and some skill the Lost Boys were hopeless. So the task was left to Peter and Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell wasn't all that much help either though. She could weave the leaves, but it took her a long time to do it. So basically it was up to him.
He diligently worked, his fingers pushing the leaves through the spaces and pulling them back out. He floated in the air as he worked. He wasn't even aware that he was floating, it just came so natural to him.
Tinkerbell fought with one of the leaves. She dragged it underneath the previous leaf she had woven. She wiped her forehead off with the back of her arm as slightly shot out of one of the tree's openings.
"Peter! Hurry! There's, there's," he fought to find the right word, "something in Cannibal Cove!" Slightly didn't have to ask Peter twice to come. He gratefully dropped the mat he was weaving and flew out of the opening at the top of the tree, Tinkerbell following after him.
"Yes! An adventure!" Peter was thrilled at the thought of what could possibly lay ahead. When he flew over Cannibal Cove the sight below him caused him to stop. There was a, a ship, a great huge ship in the cove. How could it have gotten there? Peter grinned. Yes this surely would be a great adventure.
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Tinkerbell reached the lagoon. Her heart sank as panic rose in her. The Lost Boys were gone. Captain Hook had kidnapped them, or worse. She turned around to see that Peter wasn't far behind. What would they do? Peter obviously was in no condition to fight Captain Hook.
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Peter kept his distance from the interesting ship. He studied it, tried to figure out how it had gotten there, and who, or what, was on it. He scratched his head, causing his hat to rest crookedly. With a shrug of his shoulders he descended down to get a closer look.
The ship was magnificent. The woodwork and the way it shinned, it just begged Peter to come on the deck and admire it first hand. Peter floated down and his feet gently and silently landed on the ship's smooth deck.
Unknown to Peter Captain Hook watched him, watched him like a hawk waiting for its prey to fall into its claws.
When Captain Hook saw the unchanged youth he felt the fury already within him increase, until he was like a kettle upon a stove, ready to explode at any moment. He eyed him with hate, and he tightened his grip upon his sword.
Peter slowly walked about the ship's deck, taking in all of the wonderful things. But wasn't there anyone or anything upon the ship? Something had to have brought it here, so where was it?
"Hello?" Peter said aloud and waited for a response. Nothing. He saw a door, on the opposite side, with stairs leading to its entrance. Peter made his way over to it.
"Yes, that's right Peter, come this way." Captain Hook quietly whispered within his cabin, some of his men silently stood behind him, waiting for Peter too.
Peter was a few feet from the door when Tinkerbell joined him. She was curious too, but she had a feeling something wasn't right, a feeling that made her want to shiver. Peter grabbed onto the doorknob and twisted it, with a light push he cracked open the door.
