A:N/ So I've been reading Peter Pan and I've realized that I haven't even kept to the true personality of Peter! I apologies to those who wished to see him as he truly is, but I had forgotten, so I will try to write him in as well as possible.

"Why do you not dream? It is a thing that children do."

"But I am not a child."

"Yes you are. Do you not like dreaming?"

"No, it's not that, it's just."

"What?"

"They will never come true."

"Angie! Angie! Wake up!" shouted Wendy.

"What? What is it?" she yawned.

"We're going to go to the lagoon! Mermaids Angie, imagine! Everyone already left, so come on!" shouted her little sister.

Wendy ran out the door and jumped off the edge! Angela freaked and ran over to catch her, but then out popped Wendy floating in the air.

Oh ya, she can fly. She thought to her self. Think of a happy thought..I have no happy thoughts, oh well, I guess I'll think of my dolll again, she was so adorable. Angela began to lift off the ground and she flew over to the lagoon with Wendy, who had already gone there and back.

The lagoon was so beautiful but she could see no Mermaids. She saw Moira playing with some of the boys, and almost mistook her as one because of her short messy hair, and now very messy pajamas, but still no mermaides.

Wendy dove into the water splashing some of the boys making them a bit angry. She spotted Peter sitting on a rock near by so she landed close to him.

"Oh, hullo Angela." He said, but without his bright and perky tone.

"What's the matter Peter?" she asked sitting down next to him.

"Oh nothing, it's just that the Mermaids haven't come up to play this whole time! I wonder what happened?"

Remembering the stories that her grand father tolled her she said "Maybe their jealous?"

"No, they usually like to show off-" But Peter was cut off by a loud scream. They both stood up looking around, the boys, Moira and Wendy were gone!

"Wendy! Moira! Wendy!" shouted Angela in a panicked scream.

"Pirates or Indians? Must be Pirates! Come on Angela, we have to go save them!" Peter drew his sword and flew away with Angela towards the rocky shore where the Pirates anchored their ship.

Peter landed quietly on the deserted deck of the ship. Angela landed close behind him.

"Keep your guard up, Pirates may be slow, but they know how to hide."

The water was calm and the silence was unbearable! It was quiet, too quiet.. Suddenly they heard a high pitched laughter coming from the top of the cliffs. Angela hid behind a pillar and Peter snapped his head over in that direction to see a large net with fish, no people, dangling over the jagged rocks at the base of the cliff, it was the lost boys and the girls.

"Ha! I've got you now Peter Poopoo Pan! You have plagued me far to long! This will finally be the end of you, and there is nothing you can do! I have the Lost boys, and you're stranded on a boat filled with dynamite! You probably didin't notice that wire wrapped around your ankle. If you try and fly over here, you'll trigger the explosives, oh and don't tire yourself trying to cut it, it's uncut able with your stupid dull blade!" said a flamboyantly dressed young Pirate. He was a young man about 16 or 17 with long black hair that blew in the ocean breeze.

"Hook! You are even more of a codfish than your father! At least he wasn't a coward and actually fought like a man! You are a coward! A wimp! A sissy!" taunted Peter.

"Oh, you won't be calling me that after you see your precious boys and their mothers dropped to their final destination. There really is no hope, surrender now, and they may go free." Said Hook. Although he did not have the trademark hooked right hand like his father, he wore an embroidered silver hook on his hat.

"Peter, maybe I can sneak up there or something?" whispered Angela.

"No, it's too risky. Don't do it!"

"My sisters are in danger! I have to do something!"

But what could they do? They were doomed, they could do nothing. But there may be one way.

A/N: I'm gonna stop here since I'm tired and I can't think of what their plan will be wet, so ya..