I don't own Peter Pan. Duh.

"Ahoy there!" came a cry.

"We've got the pretty lass!"

"Well then, mate!" Said another voice. "Tie 'er to da main mast, or avast wit' 'cha!"

These pirates had NO grammar, whatsoever. I smiled to myself. If Aunt Dorothy were here, she would be shocked!

I looked around. Mean, vicious and UGLY pirates surrounded me. All of them probably hadn't had a bath since, well, since they were in sixth year, which I can tell you, must've been a long, LONG time ago. They smelled like, hot wet trash on a sunny day.

Tiger Lily was nowhere to be found!

Suddenly, another pirate came to me. I shuddered and tried to shrink back. I couldn't.

He was much more richly dressed than the other pirates were. He was wearing a scarlet dress coat and silk, white pants. They pants were tucked into shiny, black boots. He also had blue eyes and thick, curly black hair. But, that wasn't what scared me. Instead of a right hand, he had a shiny, silver hook. This MUST have been Captain Hook! But, where was his "daughter"? Or was that just Peter's idea of a good joke?

"So, laddies, you got the pretty girl that Peter has brought to the island."

I did my best to try and sneer at him.

He snickered. Then he said, "Well, 'milady' I do believe that you are Peter Pan's friend, no?" He asked.

I nodded, hesitantly.

"Well then, I think you should be aware that my crew," he nodded to the pirates. "They have wounded him. Greatly." Hook grinned, showing grimy teeth.


I gasped. How could they? I thought. How could they hurt him? So kind, so carefree and innocent? Tears started down my cheeks, though, I did my best to stop them.

The pirates laughed, coldly.

"Oh." Said Hook. "She's sad that her friend is hurt." He roared with laughter along with the other pirates.

Many hours later, Peter didn't show. I waited for ages, it seemed like. Even though, I didn't really have any hope, now that Peter was wounded, I didn't want to spend the rest of my life here.

When it grew dark, a girl, exactly my age, came near me. She moved smoothly and swiftly. She had long, light brown hair and had on a long, ragged dress and a stained apron. She was barefoot and she carried a dagger.

"Ello, Lily." The girl said. She cut my bonds and let me go. "I was sent by Peter to save you. He was wounded in the pirate attack. But, of course you've already heard." She added, hastily as I opened my mouth.

"He really likes you." The girl said. "Oh and by the way, me name is Charlotte." I looked at the girl. She was actually, quite pretty.

"Did you already save Tiger Lily?" I asked, for I feared for the Indian princess's life. Charlotte nodded.

"She's on the way to her tribe. They'll attack the pirates at dawn."

"Alright." Then I said, tentatively, "Who are you?" I asked.

Charlotte sighed. "I'm a Lost Girl!" she said, as though stating the obvious. "I'm also Hook's daughter."

I raised my eyebrows. So this scrawny yet pretty girl was Hook's daughter. But… how could it be? As I pondered this, I heard her talking, so, I listened.

"Listen, you wanna be saved?" I nodded.

"Can you fly?" she asked.

"Yes, but, not very well!"

"Then, JUMP!" and before I could say another word, she grabbed me and jumped off the edge of the ship!