CHAPTER 8: A BIT OF JEALOUSY
Peter got out his telescope, examining the pirate ship lurking in the waters. He could feel that Wendy was watching him, making his face feel hot. He gave the telescope to Wendy and let out a deep breath. Wendy examined the ship, definitely knowing that Ben would have loved this ship before her.
"What a beauty!" Wendy yelled, amazed. "The ship's rigging seems brand new, and a forty gunner! They don't make those anymore." Peter looked at her, shocked that a girl knew a lot about ships. "Do you know who captains this ship?" Peter asked. The girl shook her head. "Captain James S. Hook." Peter growled at the ship darkly.
"Hook?" Wendy asked, aghast.
Peter nodded. "One time I cut off his right hand and threw it to the crocodile!" Peter cawed. "We thought we killed him off, but the crocodile ate him whole. So, he cut himself out of the beast and is now as mad as he has ever been at me, seeking revenge!"
Wendy widened her eyes. "Are you scared?"
"No. I'm never afraid of his iron claw that kills people instantly." Peter laughed nonchalantly.
Wendy gasped. "You're very brave."
Peter blushed lightly, looking back at the slightly blushing Wendy. Tinker Bell crossed her arms as she flew in-between them, causing to block the gaze.
Peter whispered in Wendy's ear, "Do you want to have some real fun?" he whispered. Wendy nodded. He flew off of the cloud silently and whispered. "Stay here, and watch."
Peter quickly flew down to the ship. Wendy gasped, watching in horror. She could never see anyone, for she was too far away.
On the ship, a dark figure that haunted Neverland stood on the deck, fetching his sword. He had a big, black hat on with gold trim matching his overcoat. "PAN AHEAD!" Hook's black voice called as he watched his crew fetch Long Tom, which was the cannon.
"Oh Captain Hook!" Peter called out gleefully. Hook's piercing blue eyes glared at the boy as he yelled to Noodler-who's hands were sewn on backwards.
"Shoot him, you fool!" Hook screeched. But every time Noodler shot, he ended up shooting part of the ship. Peter flew away, laughing. Hook carelessly ran his sword through Noodler, not even looking as his crewmember died painfully on the ground. "I'll get him next time, Smee. I know I will!" Hook yelled. An Irishman with white hair and glasses came walking up to his captain. He was a bo'sun, and always tried to agree with the orders.
"Right you are, Cap'n." Smee laughed. He noticed Hook glare at the two children who were flying away. But then, a twinkle in Hook's eye appeared.
"Who...is that young lady?" Hook asked, curious. His expression turned tough and angry, as he looked at Smee with his hook thrusted in the air.
Smee cowered infront of him. "A...a.... another girl that Peter's brought to Neverland, sir."
"What could her name be?" Hook walked to his room with Smee following. He closed the door and sat on his cozy chair, thinking.
"Perhaps, a Victoria?" Smee asked.
Hook looked at Smee as if he knew nothing. "Absolutely not."
"Emily?"
"No."
"Anna?"
"No!"
"What makes you so sure that you will know her name, Cap'n?" Smee asked, pouring musket in two glasses and handing one to Hook.
"Trust me Smee, I'll find out if you tell me her name. Somehow, I'll just know that that's the girl's name."
Smee didn't want to anger Hook, so he kept on guessing. "Bridget?"
"Wrong!"
"Caroline?"
"Nope."
"Daniel?" Smee asked, panting?
"No!" Hook yelled, disgusted.
Smee walked over to the piano, and murmured, worried about his guess. "Wendy?"
Hook jerked his head to Smee. "What was that?" Hook asked.
Smee looked up slowly. "I said," he said quietly. "Wendy?" Hook jumped up with happiness.
"Correct Smee! Peter has found himself yet another!" Hook walked over to the window, squinting his eyes at the disappearing girl with fascination and jealousy, "Wendy." He whispered. "Oh Smee, if I could have a Wendy of my own." Hook snapped.
Smee advanced toward Hook, a plan in his head. "Perhaps you...could have a Wendy." Smee smiled. "Peter's Wendy."
Hook nodded with an evil grin. "Maybe you're right Smee." He cackled, "Maybe you are right." The two pirates cackled together, drinking their musket quickly.
Peter got out his telescope, examining the pirate ship lurking in the waters. He could feel that Wendy was watching him, making his face feel hot. He gave the telescope to Wendy and let out a deep breath. Wendy examined the ship, definitely knowing that Ben would have loved this ship before her.
"What a beauty!" Wendy yelled, amazed. "The ship's rigging seems brand new, and a forty gunner! They don't make those anymore." Peter looked at her, shocked that a girl knew a lot about ships. "Do you know who captains this ship?" Peter asked. The girl shook her head. "Captain James S. Hook." Peter growled at the ship darkly.
"Hook?" Wendy asked, aghast.
Peter nodded. "One time I cut off his right hand and threw it to the crocodile!" Peter cawed. "We thought we killed him off, but the crocodile ate him whole. So, he cut himself out of the beast and is now as mad as he has ever been at me, seeking revenge!"
Wendy widened her eyes. "Are you scared?"
"No. I'm never afraid of his iron claw that kills people instantly." Peter laughed nonchalantly.
Wendy gasped. "You're very brave."
Peter blushed lightly, looking back at the slightly blushing Wendy. Tinker Bell crossed her arms as she flew in-between them, causing to block the gaze.
Peter whispered in Wendy's ear, "Do you want to have some real fun?" he whispered. Wendy nodded. He flew off of the cloud silently and whispered. "Stay here, and watch."
Peter quickly flew down to the ship. Wendy gasped, watching in horror. She could never see anyone, for she was too far away.
On the ship, a dark figure that haunted Neverland stood on the deck, fetching his sword. He had a big, black hat on with gold trim matching his overcoat. "PAN AHEAD!" Hook's black voice called as he watched his crew fetch Long Tom, which was the cannon.
"Oh Captain Hook!" Peter called out gleefully. Hook's piercing blue eyes glared at the boy as he yelled to Noodler-who's hands were sewn on backwards.
"Shoot him, you fool!" Hook screeched. But every time Noodler shot, he ended up shooting part of the ship. Peter flew away, laughing. Hook carelessly ran his sword through Noodler, not even looking as his crewmember died painfully on the ground. "I'll get him next time, Smee. I know I will!" Hook yelled. An Irishman with white hair and glasses came walking up to his captain. He was a bo'sun, and always tried to agree with the orders.
"Right you are, Cap'n." Smee laughed. He noticed Hook glare at the two children who were flying away. But then, a twinkle in Hook's eye appeared.
"Who...is that young lady?" Hook asked, curious. His expression turned tough and angry, as he looked at Smee with his hook thrusted in the air.
Smee cowered infront of him. "A...a.... another girl that Peter's brought to Neverland, sir."
"What could her name be?" Hook walked to his room with Smee following. He closed the door and sat on his cozy chair, thinking.
"Perhaps, a Victoria?" Smee asked.
Hook looked at Smee as if he knew nothing. "Absolutely not."
"Emily?"
"No."
"Anna?"
"No!"
"What makes you so sure that you will know her name, Cap'n?" Smee asked, pouring musket in two glasses and handing one to Hook.
"Trust me Smee, I'll find out if you tell me her name. Somehow, I'll just know that that's the girl's name."
Smee didn't want to anger Hook, so he kept on guessing. "Bridget?"
"Wrong!"
"Caroline?"
"Nope."
"Daniel?" Smee asked, panting?
"No!" Hook yelled, disgusted.
Smee walked over to the piano, and murmured, worried about his guess. "Wendy?"
Hook jerked his head to Smee. "What was that?" Hook asked.
Smee looked up slowly. "I said," he said quietly. "Wendy?" Hook jumped up with happiness.
"Correct Smee! Peter has found himself yet another!" Hook walked over to the window, squinting his eyes at the disappearing girl with fascination and jealousy, "Wendy." He whispered. "Oh Smee, if I could have a Wendy of my own." Hook snapped.
Smee advanced toward Hook, a plan in his head. "Perhaps you...could have a Wendy." Smee smiled. "Peter's Wendy."
Hook nodded with an evil grin. "Maybe you're right Smee." He cackled, "Maybe you are right." The two pirates cackled together, drinking their musket quickly.