OK everyone- sorry chapter 3 was so short!!! I didnt realize when i was typing it! I'd like to shoutout to: Padfoot-dreamer, Amadea, and KOI for all their reviews!! review ppl!!! So anyway, chapter 4:
"Calm down, Wendy. just whatever you do, don't look down!" Peter said reassuringly to Wendy, who was very worried about flying purely on the thought of Finnagin Smith noticing her. But once again, that is a different story. So, as all characters do in this sort of situation, Wendy looked down.
"PETER! ARE YOU MAD?" She shreiked with a heavy british accent. Really she knew that Peter was already insane, she just enjoyed saying "are you mad" with a British accent. It was actually very fun.
"Just think happy thoughts! There is the island now!" Peter pointed to a small island next to another small skull-shaped island. "Follow me!" he shouted as he did a graceful swoop through the air. He nose-dived straight toward the island as the kids followed. To Wendy's relief they were headed for the friendlier-looking of the two. They were now flying through a forest.
"George!" Wendy suddenly shouted. "George! George! George in the jungle!" everyone joined in, "Watch out for that- tree." they said as George sailed headlong into a large redwood. He plopped to the ground.
"Hey ya'll. I guess i didn't go-" The man with the drum flew down and played a fe notes as George burst into song, "Up! Up, up, we can only go-o u-up from here! Up up!"
"Well i'll be! The boy must think he's-" the man with the drum played a dramatic 'da da DAAA' "-SHANIA TWAIN!!!" everyone gasped in unison.
"Umm..George..do you..um..feel..ok??" Wendy asked quietly.
"Of course..i feel..i feel- MAN! I fee-eel liiike a woo-man!" He suddenly sang. Everyone gasped again. Then suddenly they heard a faint, beautiful voice from the beach. Everyone headed through the brush and onto the beach where they swa a mermaid sitting on a rock singing. she looked about 7 years old (this WAS never-neverland). She started to sing again, "That dont impress-a me mUCH! so you've, got the loOKS, but have ya, got the touch, na, na, don't get me a-WROONGGG yea-ea i think yer alrIIGHT.." It was, alas, a Shania Twain classic.
"Are you an angel???" George says as he walked slowly toward her, opera people singing in the background and a light shining solely on the mermaid. "I think I'm in love. wendy, Jon, Peter. It's been a pleasure. I must stay here with my one true love and obey her every whim and command. You on without me. Let the Twain be with you. Farewell." His voice faded as he disappeared into the fog. Everyone was silent for a moment, until Jon said dully,
"Well, that was weird.", completely runing the moment.
"Calm down, Wendy. just whatever you do, don't look down!" Peter said reassuringly to Wendy, who was very worried about flying purely on the thought of Finnagin Smith noticing her. But once again, that is a different story. So, as all characters do in this sort of situation, Wendy looked down.
"PETER! ARE YOU MAD?" She shreiked with a heavy british accent. Really she knew that Peter was already insane, she just enjoyed saying "are you mad" with a British accent. It was actually very fun.
"Just think happy thoughts! There is the island now!" Peter pointed to a small island next to another small skull-shaped island. "Follow me!" he shouted as he did a graceful swoop through the air. He nose-dived straight toward the island as the kids followed. To Wendy's relief they were headed for the friendlier-looking of the two. They were now flying through a forest.
"George!" Wendy suddenly shouted. "George! George! George in the jungle!" everyone joined in, "Watch out for that- tree." they said as George sailed headlong into a large redwood. He plopped to the ground.
"Hey ya'll. I guess i didn't go-" The man with the drum flew down and played a fe notes as George burst into song, "Up! Up, up, we can only go-o u-up from here! Up up!"
"Well i'll be! The boy must think he's-" the man with the drum played a dramatic 'da da DAAA' "-SHANIA TWAIN!!!" everyone gasped in unison.
"Umm..George..do you..um..feel..ok??" Wendy asked quietly.
"Of course..i feel..i feel- MAN! I fee-eel liiike a woo-man!" He suddenly sang. Everyone gasped again. Then suddenly they heard a faint, beautiful voice from the beach. Everyone headed through the brush and onto the beach where they swa a mermaid sitting on a rock singing. she looked about 7 years old (this WAS never-neverland). She started to sing again, "That dont impress-a me mUCH! so you've, got the loOKS, but have ya, got the touch, na, na, don't get me a-WROONGGG yea-ea i think yer alrIIGHT.." It was, alas, a Shania Twain classic.
"Are you an angel???" George says as he walked slowly toward her, opera people singing in the background and a light shining solely on the mermaid. "I think I'm in love. wendy, Jon, Peter. It's been a pleasure. I must stay here with my one true love and obey her every whim and command. You on without me. Let the Twain be with you. Farewell." His voice faded as he disappeared into the fog. Everyone was silent for a moment, until Jon said dully,
"Well, that was weird.", completely runing the moment.