CrystalConfusion16: Thanks for the support, I'm glad to know I wasn't the only one who was wondering about that :o)

Disclaimer: Don't own Peter, he'd be too much trouble anyway :o)

A few hours passed until the woman, who Amie learned was named Hannah, had her dressed, in makeup and was just getting ready to powder her hair. All the women Amie had seen had the caked up make up and very low revealing dresses. Amie smiled thinking if a woman turned too fast she'd just pop right out of the dress. The look of powder and makeup wasn't very appealing to Amy but she didn't dare argue with Hannah.

"Hannah," Amie questioned quietly.

"What is it my dear?" Hannah replied plucking out the powder puff.

"Why did Captain Hook make me strip naked?" This was bothering Amie, not fully understanding the idea herself. He didn't touch her like Mary Bell said the men do but only wrote something down then sent her away.

"He was seein if you were a woman," Hannah replied, now patching on the powder. "He looks at your hips and bosom. You still look very young, so I'm not quiet sure he let you come."

"Maybe it was because I argued so much," Amie said softly to herself. Hannah missed this and pulled a mirror out in front of Amie.

"Here ye are," Hannah paused. Amie looked and gasped. She didn't think it was possible but her face was even whiter than before, with bright red cheeks and lips. Her hair resembled the make up white and fluffy looking.

"I feel so heavy," Amie said. I feel like I can't breathe."

"I know, I didn't like it at first either but ye'll get use to it," Hannah said putting the mirror away. "Come, now I've to teach you the walk, and how to make men look at you, though most won't have a problem seeing your looks." Following Amie wondered what Hannah meant on looks. There were woman, in make up who looked far better, many like a porcelain doll. For a few hours Amie felt pressed, her feet felt wrong, her legs felt twisted and her shoulders felt like they were going to sink down and fall off. All this for just walking right.

"No, Amie, you're tryin to hard," Hannah said barely suppressing a laugh. "Come, let's get you some food and we'll see about getting the help of some of the other girls." Amie nodded, as her stomach rumbled and followed Hannah out to the woman's kitchens. Everything was separated form the men, Hannah explained that they'd never have food if they didn't keep it separated. Two other women were in the kitchen as they entered. Up top all females were regarded as woman, the expression girl being child like and forbidden by the Captain.

"Hello Madison, Samantha," Hannah greeted as she entered. Looking up Samantha stood up with a smile.

"Amie is that you?" Samantha gasped Amie smiled and nodded recognizing the girl. Samantha rushed over, slowly followed by Madison around the table. Madison's belly was round, Amie's eyes grew wide at the sight, never seeing a pregnant woman before. Following Amie's eyes, Samantha smiled with a hint of wistfulness.

"You'll get use to that Amie," Samantha said. "This is Madison's third?" Madison nodded. "I even had one which I didn't want to let go, but the woman tell me it gets easier." Amie silently nodded hoping that she would never have to go through the same plight.

"Can I leave Amie in your care?" Hannah asked Samantha. She nodded and left with Madison. Having a moment Samantha got Amie a bowl of warm soup and sat next to her.

"Did you see im," Samantha asked.

"Who?" Amie questioned.

"My baby," Samantha asked. I had him bout two years ago." Samantha explained as best she could to when the baby was born but Amie wasn't sure which one he was.

"I've probably seen im," Amie said. "But I wouln't know who he was." Samantha let out a breath.

"That's alright, maybe it's better if I don't know," Samantha sighed. Both women jumped at the sound of clanging bells followed by the Captains shouts. "Peter Pan must have been spotted, wanna see im?" Samantha grabbed Amie's hand before she could respond and dragged her outside. The sun was still very bright as Amie looked around for the notorious Peter. Hearing a crowing, Amie turned seeing a boy of sixteen, maybe seventeen standing on the balcony next to the Captain's quarters.

"Where's a cod fish when you need one?" Peter casually leaned on the balcony the saw the woman. "What is with all the white hair and white faces? Wait I know," Peter exclaimed as he floated a little in the air. "No other females would want to be seen with a pirate." Defensively Amie raised a hand to her newly powdered hair and then touched her face. Samantha pulled down Amie's hand but not before Peter noticed. He floated down to her and bowed.

"Forgive me, my dear, girls," Peter made sure to concentrate on the word 'girls.' "It's not your fault for how you're treated by such fiends."

"I'll get you Peter," A voice interrupted. All turned to see, not the Captain, but one of the pirates break from his trance and rush forward, sword drawn. "Leave the woman alone!" Peter simply floated up and out of the way as he was threatened.

"You should know him," Samantha said tugging on Amie's arm. She looked noting how hw looked familiar but wasn't sure.

"I can only sumise he was below with us for a bit," Amie said then caught her breath as he turned trying to get Peter, giving Amie a clear view.
"That's Brent!" Samantha nodded and primped up her hair as she watched. "But he looks so much more…" Amie trailed not sure what she was trying to say.

"So many,' Samantha said as she turned and smiled in Brent's direction. His golden skin glowed like Peter's. That's what I want to look like, Amie thought to herself. Not wear this ugly makeup and powder my hair.

Once Peter made Brent dizzy and made a few pirates trip over their feet, he flew off into the clouds. A furious Captain Hook stormed up on deck, showing everyone why he was delayed. A barrel had been thrown over him, then he was presumably tossed into the water, seeing how he's soaked.

"Where is that infernal boy!" Captain Hook demanded.

"Uh, oh, lets go," Samantha took a hold of Amie's hand and led her back in before she could catch an earful of the Captain's wrath.

"So that's Peter Pan." Amie said as a statement.

"Yes, so annoying," Samantha brushed it off then changed subjects. "What did you think of Brent?"

"He's very different," Amie said. "A lot more bigger then I remember." Samantha giggled.
"Yes he can lift up two of us women with out a sweat," Samantha sighed.

"You like him," Amie asked. Samantha only smiled a secretive smile.

"Unlike the other pirate's he's very gentle, and talks better too," Samantha said. Holds up to Mary Bell's teachings. He was my first."

"Your first?" Amie paused realizing what Samantha meant. "Oh."

"It's not that bad, maybe Brent will do the same for you," Samantha said.

"I don't know if I want anyone to do anything to me," Amie said. "And I really want to wash this stuff off." Samantha nodded looking sad.

"Come with me, I'll show you where to wash." Samantha led Amie to the sleeping quarters, knowing where Amie's bed would be. The woman each had their own room, for any private affairs, while the pirates all slept in one long, room with beds all to the wall. Samantha bid Amie goodnight, and Amie sat down in a daze. After a moment she got up after changing into a simple dress, she found on the bed, and went out on deck. Twilight had fallen and the deck was sparse of the pirates that were on board before hand. Stepping to the edge, Amie looked out towards the shore of NeverLand.

"What you looking at?" Amie jumped at the voice, then suppressed a gasp. "Shh," Said Peter Pan. Amie hid a grin and looked back out to the shore.

"What are you doing here?" Amie couldn't help it. Even though from all the stories she's heard from below, this amusing display from the evening was still on Amie's mind.

"I like teasing Hook," Peter said. "But why is a child like you on the ship?" Amie simply looked at Peter to see if he was serious. When his eyes showed no hint of laughing, she sighed.

"I've been on this ship as long as I could remember, growing up down there," Amie pointed down. "Today was the first day I was allowed out."

"They keep children prisoner!?" Peter was astonished.

"In a way yes," Amie said. "They stay down there until they grow up."

"Children growing up in Neverland!" Peter was started to get loud. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Amie thought.

"Shh, please, or I'll get in trouble for talking to you," Amie tried to get him to quiet down.

"I'll go round up the lost boys, and we'll storm the ship, and then," Peter quietly but excitedly planned. Amie raised an eyebrow, the looked to the floor thinking of the kids below deck. But then she was told of how Peter was conniving, didn't take anything seriously, and always prevented the Captain from trying to sail home. This swirl of emotions was too much for Amie, she needed to get away from Peter Pan.

"So what do you think, sound like fun?" Peter asked. Amie put a hand to her mouth and ran, ran inside away from the confused look Peter gave her and away from the confusion threatening to engulf her. In her room, Amie collapsed on the bed, her heart pounding a million miles a minute and her cheeks flushed.

A pounding at the door sent Amie up straight. Captain Hook found out that she was talking to Peter Pan! Some one saw and reported her and now unnamable torture would…

"Are you okay?" The voice wasn't belonging to the Captain or Smee.

"Who's there?" Amie squeaked.

"I'm Brent, saw you up deck and," He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence for Amie threw the door open. Seeing her full recognition came across his face. "Amie? You're finally out!" Brent grabbed Amie in a hug, which she eagerly returned. "How long have you been up?"

"Just this day," Amie said. "Come and talk with me, like you did when they first started to take you up." Brent followed Amie in and closed the door behind them. "So tell me everything!" Peter forgotten Amie was thrilled.

"Well," Brent smiled and sat up full of confidence. Boasting about his training, and fights with Peter, Amie wasn't able to see past her excitement that Brent was obviously exaggerating on things.

"How wonderful," Amie clapped delighted. "Will you start to teach me of swords again?"

"That among others," Brent brushed away some hair on Amie's face. She smiled suddenly feeling shy and looked down. Brent was leaning in closer and closer, until Amie turned her head. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not ready for such," Amie said, shuddering as she remembered what Mary Bell and Samantha told her.

"You'll never be ready, unless you allow yourself to try," Brent murmured leaning in again.

"You were my friend once," Amie pleaded. "Please not now." Brent sighed and took a breath. Then to Amie's astonishment, laughed. "What?"

"Of all women you're the only one who has ever refused me," Brent laughed, then sobered. "But best let me at least stay the night here, so you won't be hassled by any other man."

"Okay," Amie said crawling under the covers. Brent climbed in next to her which was nothing unusual for her, when below all the kids would huddle together for warmth and comfort. He blew out the candle and held Amie when she started to tremble from the darkness, assuring her that she was okay.