"Smee!" Hook growled. "Is this island on our maps?"
Smee followed Hook holding a load of manuscripts as they tumbled out of his grasp and onto the deck. "Um, no sir."
"Then we must investigate it, must we not men?"
The men cheered.
I scurried down the tack and beamed up at Hook from the crowd. "Ahh, would the young lass like to go ashore as well?"
"Sure would," I agreed.
"Okay." Hook then organized an exploration crew and we unloaded.
The instant I stepped on the island I felt a tingling of magic and of the unknown, and grinned, there would definitely be some surprises on this venture. I started out in the middle of the group, but soon found myself in the rear. Normally I am not a slow walker, but I was taking in every detail of this breathtaking scenery, down to the the veins in every tree leaf. I looked ahead of me and saw the group far ahead of me turn a corner and disappear into the brush. Breaking into a jog to catch up with them I tripped over something, falling flat on my face. I heard someone laugh and got up instantly trying to regain my composure. When I turned a full circle looking for the culprit and found no one, I knew I was dealing with magic. I started to look for fairies, and realized that was a very hard buiness, to find something already invisible to the human eye. So I gave up, it was much to difficult and complex for me.
That was when a fairy appeared, fluttering by my hand. "Hey sorry about that," he said with an honest grin on his face.
"I won't hold it against you so long as it doesn't happen again." I retorted.
He laughed, he was Tinkerbell-sized. "Where are you guys from?"
"I'm from Ireland, but the crew I'm traveling with, they're from Neverland."
"Ireland huh? We don't get too many mortals nowadays, just Neverland folk. Who are you sailing with?"
"Hook."
"Hook?" He flew in front of me, about level with my eyes and watched me. "Why him?"
"Somewhat voluntary kidnapping." I replied sourly thinking of the events that had led up to my capture.
"Did this have to do with Pan? You aren't Wendy are you?"
"No, I'm Dan."
"Dan---what? What's your family name?"
"Danann. I don't have a family name."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and to which parts?"
"Your name, it is odd."
"How so?" I asked defensively putting my hands on my hips. "It's Irish, and a name my friend gave me."
"D'anann used to be a magical race in Ireland, like Gods almost, then they lost a battle one day, and then disappeared, although they are rumored to be the little people. Those are all myths of course."
I saw what he was getting at. "So are you." I pointed out.
He grinned, "I'm Sandy, watcher of the beach."
"Cool."
"So back to this semi-voluntary kidnapping---"
I started down the path Hook's men had taken, Sandy flying by my side. "Well, I'm a Peter Pan ace, I know practically everything there is to know about him. So I tell my sidekick Flynn stories every night. Then the other night Peter ups and swoops us off. We're getting' on all right, he's a cool guy, but Tinkerbell keeps the boy busy so I end up seein' more o' Pan's friend than Pan, and I think Tink arranged it that way. So Tink made the two o' 'em get in a fight over because she likes Pan, and because they wouldn't let me wring her neck, I ran off on 'em. I woke up not a day later surrounded by Hook an' his men who've had their eye out fer me I suppose. So I decided to join their crew because I was mad at Pan and Tink, and I just feel bad for Snitch."
"Fascinating."
"What?"
"Your life, it just seems so interesting."
"Annoying more like."
"Still it's better than here, causing random havoc to people who land on your beach."
"You should come with us then."
"I have to be invited."
"Well then Sandy, I cordially invite you to join me on my adventures when we go to leave this island. I could use you to beat Tink senseless."
Sandy laughed and we continued to walk along as I sent him sideways glances every now and then. He was about Tink's age with hair so blonde it was nearly white, eyes blue as the ocean, and skin, tanned from long days under the sun. He wore a leaf wardrobe and hd an anxious, curious air about him. I liked him right off.
"So, uh, could you help me find Hook?"
He nodded and sprinkles of silver dusted the ground as he zoomed off.
Smee followed Hook holding a load of manuscripts as they tumbled out of his grasp and onto the deck. "Um, no sir."
"Then we must investigate it, must we not men?"
The men cheered.
I scurried down the tack and beamed up at Hook from the crowd. "Ahh, would the young lass like to go ashore as well?"
"Sure would," I agreed.
"Okay." Hook then organized an exploration crew and we unloaded.
The instant I stepped on the island I felt a tingling of magic and of the unknown, and grinned, there would definitely be some surprises on this venture. I started out in the middle of the group, but soon found myself in the rear. Normally I am not a slow walker, but I was taking in every detail of this breathtaking scenery, down to the the veins in every tree leaf. I looked ahead of me and saw the group far ahead of me turn a corner and disappear into the brush. Breaking into a jog to catch up with them I tripped over something, falling flat on my face. I heard someone laugh and got up instantly trying to regain my composure. When I turned a full circle looking for the culprit and found no one, I knew I was dealing with magic. I started to look for fairies, and realized that was a very hard buiness, to find something already invisible to the human eye. So I gave up, it was much to difficult and complex for me.
That was when a fairy appeared, fluttering by my hand. "Hey sorry about that," he said with an honest grin on his face.
"I won't hold it against you so long as it doesn't happen again." I retorted.
He laughed, he was Tinkerbell-sized. "Where are you guys from?"
"I'm from Ireland, but the crew I'm traveling with, they're from Neverland."
"Ireland huh? We don't get too many mortals nowadays, just Neverland folk. Who are you sailing with?"
"Hook."
"Hook?" He flew in front of me, about level with my eyes and watched me. "Why him?"
"Somewhat voluntary kidnapping." I replied sourly thinking of the events that had led up to my capture.
"Did this have to do with Pan? You aren't Wendy are you?"
"No, I'm Dan."
"Dan---what? What's your family name?"
"Danann. I don't have a family name."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and to which parts?"
"Your name, it is odd."
"How so?" I asked defensively putting my hands on my hips. "It's Irish, and a name my friend gave me."
"D'anann used to be a magical race in Ireland, like Gods almost, then they lost a battle one day, and then disappeared, although they are rumored to be the little people. Those are all myths of course."
I saw what he was getting at. "So are you." I pointed out.
He grinned, "I'm Sandy, watcher of the beach."
"Cool."
"So back to this semi-voluntary kidnapping---"
I started down the path Hook's men had taken, Sandy flying by my side. "Well, I'm a Peter Pan ace, I know practically everything there is to know about him. So I tell my sidekick Flynn stories every night. Then the other night Peter ups and swoops us off. We're getting' on all right, he's a cool guy, but Tinkerbell keeps the boy busy so I end up seein' more o' Pan's friend than Pan, and I think Tink arranged it that way. So Tink made the two o' 'em get in a fight over because she likes Pan, and because they wouldn't let me wring her neck, I ran off on 'em. I woke up not a day later surrounded by Hook an' his men who've had their eye out fer me I suppose. So I decided to join their crew because I was mad at Pan and Tink, and I just feel bad for Snitch."
"Fascinating."
"What?"
"Your life, it just seems so interesting."
"Annoying more like."
"Still it's better than here, causing random havoc to people who land on your beach."
"You should come with us then."
"I have to be invited."
"Well then Sandy, I cordially invite you to join me on my adventures when we go to leave this island. I could use you to beat Tink senseless."
Sandy laughed and we continued to walk along as I sent him sideways glances every now and then. He was about Tink's age with hair so blonde it was nearly white, eyes blue as the ocean, and skin, tanned from long days under the sun. He wore a leaf wardrobe and hd an anxious, curious air about him. I liked him right off.
"So, uh, could you help me find Hook?"
He nodded and sprinkles of silver dusted the ground as he zoomed off.