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AN: Ok here is chapter 3. Please note that parts of these conversations do come from real life, so if it seems like it something seems completely random it probably is a real life reference.

Also I'm sorry it has taken so long for me to post. School is trying to kill me and I have exams this week so I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to update again.

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                                    Shove it Up Their Ass and Fire

                                                            By Daggerpoint and Ammerice

As the two surfaced, they saw the crowed on the deck looking over the rail. Terry grinned, and started treading water with only her legs. Cupping her hands over her mouth she yelled "Hey asshole in red, get a new look bastard! Reds out of season." With that she signaled to Kit and the two took off in fast strokes away from the ship.

            After about five minuets the two found a cove away from the ship. They swam to shore and pulled themselves up onto the surrounding rocks. Kit glared at Terry. "Now will you tell me why the HELL you threw us both off the side of a god damn SHIP!" She shook her head sending drops of water all over the place.

            Terry grinned and began squeezing out her hair. "Kit do you have any clue where we are?"

            Kit shook her head. "Why should I? It's not like they have a big sign like they did in Hell."

            Terry grinned. "you mean you really didn't recognize the jerk in the red coat, or the ship, or even what those men were?"

            Kit shrugged no. "So where are we?"

            "I'll give you a hint. 'Second to the right and straight on till morning. That is the way to'…"

            "Never Never Land," Kit finished, not even thinking about what she was saying. "What does that have to do with anything?"

            "Did you even think about what you just said?"

            Kit felt her eyes grow wide and she shook her head violently. "Tell me you are just fucking with me. I mean Hell I can understand, but… but Never Never Land?! I know we both aren't normal, but this… Terry! Oh my god. You are totally, completely, and irreversibly insane!"

            "Like your any more sane then I am!"

            "I am not! No wait. I am too!"

            "Yeah right."

            Kit just glared, as Terry smirked. 'Take deep breathes. I won't kill Terry. I won't kill Terry. I won't kill Terry. I won't… Oh what the hell." With that thought Kit dove at Terry knocking them both back into the water.

            Terry shoved Kit off her. "What the fuck?"

            "Consider this payment for our earlier reenactment of Elizabeth Swann."

            The two continued to scuffle in the shallow water, unaware of the crowd that had proceeded to gather on the shore. They looked fascinated by the two girls having it out in the shallows.

            One of the little one got worried though and hurried over to where a boy with black hair and red stripes stood, observing. "Ruffio don't you think we ought to stop them?" He asked anxiously. "They might get hurt!"

            "No. Don't worry Pockets. I don't think they're really trying to hurt each other."

            The little boy nodded, but still looked worried as he looked back over the females. They still had no notion to the fact that they were being watched.

            Terry dodged Kit's wild blow, cursing the water for slowing her down. A good fight was nothing she shied away from, but she liked to be on solid footing, and Terry hadn't fought in the water for a long time. Gritting her teeth Terry dropped into an offensive stance. She was wet, cold and sick of this fight. 

            The next time Kit lunged at her Terry didn't move out of the way, but instead helped Kit take an impromptu flying lesson over her leg. Kit pushed herself to her feet, sputtering. This time as Kit charged, Terry grabbed her and rapped her hard on the temple. Terry sighed in relief as she felt Kit go limp in her arms.

            Terry pushed her wet; brown locks out of her face as she dragged Kit out of the water and back on to the dry land. Only when both where safely on shore, did she notice the audience that had gathered.

            "Who the fuck are you?" Terry growled. "I said 'Who the FUCK are you?'"

            The boys just stared. Terry set the still unconscious Kit gently on the ground. She crossed her arms across her chest and tapped her foot. "I'm waiting."

            The one who appeared to be the leader simply glared back.

            This contest of glares could have continued for the rest of the day. Could have if it wasn't for the low groan that rose from the ground. Immediately Terry was crouched by Kit's side. Gently she removed the salt-encrusted, gold-streaked hair from across Kit's face.

            The Lost Boys crept closer. No one had ever seen anyone interact the way these two did. Terry turned sharply and pointed to one of the boys.

            "You. Get me some water. Fresh water. And cloth that can be used as bandages."

            Startled he nodded and went to fulfill his task. Terry turned back to the girl who lay prone on upon nature's floor. She gently stroked Kit's face, encouraging her towards consciousness.

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