He ran. Twigs scratched his skin and leaves stuck in his hair. He looked over his shoulder as he made his way through the thick forest and a cocky boyish smile played on his face. He let out a boyish giggle as he heard the men's voices behind him curse the twigs and vines as they chased after him. Then he burst out of the forest and hit the sandy coast of the island. He turned and froze in shock. A girl lay on the beach. His mind raced with confusion.

She looked dead. He prayed she wasn't; yet he didn't know why. Something inside him wanted to protect her. He rushed over to her, no longer fearing the pirates he'd been escaping from, and dropped to his knees beside her. She laid face first in the sand. Her body twisted and turned in ways he didn't think were possible. Cautiously he rolled her over on to her back and looked her over. Her clothing was torn and shredded exposing small patched of skin, which were badly burned by the sun. Her long wet black hair covered portions of her face. He moved it aside and sat in awe. She was beautiful. Then he heard the pirates in the brush. He glanced over in fear and then he scooped up the strange girl and took to the air.

Her limb body weighed him down slightly but he grew accustomed and fly steadily over the thick forest. He glanced down at her a few times to make sure she was still safe. He could feel her chest moving against his in weak attempts to breath. She was alive. That was all that mattered to him. He flew through the air and then sank down to fly through a clearing in the trees. He came to a large tree that sat in the middle of the island. He quickly set his feet down on the forest floor and rushed over to pull a small vine that lifted a thick door. Rushing in, the girl in his arms, he shut it to be sure no pirates found them.

He laid her on his bed. She was limp and wet yet now she was safe. He sat Indian style at her feet looking over her body. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Even more so than his Wendy. Her black hair looked tangled and wild, as it lay sprayed out across his makeshift feather pillow. Her burnt skin seemed to glow in the darkness of the underground hideaway and she was long. As long or tall as he was. She took up the entire bed length. Head to foot.