CHAPTER 13: NEVERLAND TOUR
The morning was bright and happy. Once again, Tinker Bell eyed Wendy as she passed out fruit, Never Bird eggs, and nuts. Tinker Bell loathed Wendy more than ever, and she knew what Wendy was up to. Oh how much Tink wanted to pinch the girl by then! Her hatred and jealousy grew each hour, seeing Peter and Wendy become closer to each other.
"More water, father?" Wendy asked lovingly. Peter nodded.
"Please." He tried to talk like a proper adult. Wendy poured the water in Peter's wooden cup, secretly eyeing Peter while she poured.
Tink's face turned red. She couldn't take it anymore! Soon enough, Tinker Bell flew up to Wendy and pulled her hair, causing her to spill the water all over Peter and herself. Wendy fell to the ground, surprised about what had just happened. The boys all stopped what they were doing and gasped.
Peter ran over to Wendy and helped her up. "Are you all right?" Peter asked, sitting her down.
"I think so." Wendy groaned.
"Wait here." Peter whispered. His facial expression turned into anger as he flew around the room, trying to catch the angry little fairy. "Tinker Bell!" He finally caught the pixie in his fist. "That is it, Tink." He clenched through his teeth. "I am your friend no more!" Peter released Tinker Bell out of his hand with force. "I warned you before, but you didn't take it seriously. So now, you are hereby banished for good!"
Tinker Bell cried enormously as she fluttered out of the fort, into the Fairy Forest.
"Peter," Wendy started. "Might I, have more of a tour of Neverland?"
Peter walked over to Wendy. "I can give you one now, if you wish it."
"I'd love to!" Wendy stood up near Peter, and turned to the Lost Boys. "Boys, you shall not get into too much trouble, I'm sure of it."
"Yes, mother." They all said happily.
"Then, goodbye." Wendy waved goodbye to them all as she left with Peter hanging onto her arm.
"Where would you like to go first?" Peter asked.
"Mermaids?"
Peter looked at Wendy, a half smile on his face. Immediately, they flew down to a gray lagoon. The air was foggy and not welcoming as Wendy and Peter knelt on a black rock in the middle of the inky waters. Peter played his panpipe to call up the mermaids. He was sitting behind Wendy, his arms around her to protect her. In an eerie way, five creatures appeared out of the water. Wendy's eyes widened tremendously, seeing the mermaids to be evil and not like the Little Mermaid tale. These mermaids had long, red hair that looked slimy and gross. Their gray skin was peeling off, showing gooey, green areas under their skin. Their scales went up past their breasts, and their sparkling blue lips hid sharp fangs that could pierce the neck of a beast in two seconds.
Four of the mermaids swam up to Peter, but one swam up to Wendy. Wendy, feeling hypnotized, gazed at the mermaid with admiration. The mermaid slowly put her slimy hand with long fingernails up to Wendy's hand and led it to the water. It gently stroked Wendy's hand in the water, and called her down. Right before Wendy decided to jump in, Peter grabbed Wendy's hand and hissed at the mermaid.
"They'll sweetly drown you if you get to close." Peter informed kindly. Wendy took in a deep breath as she lifted into the air with Peter.
"Where are we going now?" Wendy asked, glad that they weren't still at Mermaid's Lagoon.
"We're going to find some adventure." Peter said darkly, flying toward the pirate ship lurking in the bay. "We're going to eavesdrop on Hook and his pirates." Wendy told Peter no, but Peter ignored her request and flew to the side of the ship. Wendy put up her finger and was about to say something when Peter put his fingers to her lips. "Quiet Wendy." He whispered. "Wait here." Peter flew away, leaving Wendy to stand on the side of a ship.
"Wait here?" Wendy whined. "But Peter!" Peter was gone. Only Hook and Smee could hear Wendy's cry.
"Is that the cry of a girl Smee?" Hook asked with hope in his voice.
Smee nodded. "I'm afraid it is, Cap'n."
"That doesn't sound like a Tigerlilly cry, does it Smee?" Hook asked, fascinated by the cry. "Nor a fairy."
"No Cap'n." Smee snickered. "British, in fact."
"British, is it?" Hook said, a sense of evil in the crack of his voice. "And, what side did it appear from?"
"Starboard side." Smee pointed to the side of the ship and quietly pointed to the unsuspecting girl. Hook also looked at Wendy, but with fascination.
"Oh Smee. What a lovely little girl."
"Aye, Cap'n."
"But, she's not here alone, is she?'
"Um, no Cap'n." Their chat was all in whispers.
"We shall watch what we say for this moment."
"Good idea." Smee whispered. "Should we at least introduce ourselves?"
Hook smiled. "Good Smee. But, now is not the time. We shall find her tonight when the moon is at its peek." Smee nodded.
Peter was hiding among the sails, a shadow the only evidence seen from below. He ripped the cloth for a passage for him. Hook and Smee looked up, hearing the loud tear. "Blind my eyes Smee!" Hook acted, already knowing that Pan was about. "PAN!"
Peter, thinking that the pirates had not noticed him, thrusted his hands to his hips in triumph. "Hello, Captain Hook!" Peter laughed in a cocky way. Wendy tried not to laugh at Peter's boy-like hello.
"Come down here boy, and fight me like a man!" Hook screeched. Peter's eyebrows turned down as he flew down to the deck.
"Fight you like a.... Man?" Peter asked aghast. "Never!" Soon, they started dwelling one on one. The sword lasted for minutes. Peter cutting Hook across the arm with his sword. "Looky looky, I got Hooky!" Peter gloated. Hook got angrier, and cut a wide gash on Peter's chest. Peter flew down to where Wendy was standing and grabbed her hand. "We need to go." Peter wailed, flying kind of dizzy-like. Wendy gasped at the gash and looked back at Hook, who was smiling back at her.
You could see the reflection of the hook in Wendy's horrified eyes. Hook waved his hand kindly, and Wendy didn't want to look away from his piercing blue eyes, she wanted to see more of them. So it seemed to Wendy that she felt, entranced.
"Peter, are you okay?" Wendy's hoarse voice from worrying cried.
"I'm fine." Peter grunted; flinching at the blood dripping down his chest and into his leafs. "Really."
"No Peter." Wendy felt the blood with her hand, making her hand stained. "You're not. Hurry!" They flew quickly home for Wendy to try and nurse Peter back to health.
The boys were gone, probably hunting or playing with the redskins. Wendy ran over to the dripping twig, which had a bowl under it that has been collecting water for the past hour. Wendy seemed lucky. She got a leaf and dunked it into the bowl, making sure that no dry piece was left. Then, Wendy ran over to Peter who was sitting on a nearby chair. She washed the blood away from his chest and cleaned the gash. Peter had a scar from then on, but nothing too bad.
The morning was bright and happy. Once again, Tinker Bell eyed Wendy as she passed out fruit, Never Bird eggs, and nuts. Tinker Bell loathed Wendy more than ever, and she knew what Wendy was up to. Oh how much Tink wanted to pinch the girl by then! Her hatred and jealousy grew each hour, seeing Peter and Wendy become closer to each other.
"More water, father?" Wendy asked lovingly. Peter nodded.
"Please." He tried to talk like a proper adult. Wendy poured the water in Peter's wooden cup, secretly eyeing Peter while she poured.
Tink's face turned red. She couldn't take it anymore! Soon enough, Tinker Bell flew up to Wendy and pulled her hair, causing her to spill the water all over Peter and herself. Wendy fell to the ground, surprised about what had just happened. The boys all stopped what they were doing and gasped.
Peter ran over to Wendy and helped her up. "Are you all right?" Peter asked, sitting her down.
"I think so." Wendy groaned.
"Wait here." Peter whispered. His facial expression turned into anger as he flew around the room, trying to catch the angry little fairy. "Tinker Bell!" He finally caught the pixie in his fist. "That is it, Tink." He clenched through his teeth. "I am your friend no more!" Peter released Tinker Bell out of his hand with force. "I warned you before, but you didn't take it seriously. So now, you are hereby banished for good!"
Tinker Bell cried enormously as she fluttered out of the fort, into the Fairy Forest.
"Peter," Wendy started. "Might I, have more of a tour of Neverland?"
Peter walked over to Wendy. "I can give you one now, if you wish it."
"I'd love to!" Wendy stood up near Peter, and turned to the Lost Boys. "Boys, you shall not get into too much trouble, I'm sure of it."
"Yes, mother." They all said happily.
"Then, goodbye." Wendy waved goodbye to them all as she left with Peter hanging onto her arm.
"Where would you like to go first?" Peter asked.
"Mermaids?"
Peter looked at Wendy, a half smile on his face. Immediately, they flew down to a gray lagoon. The air was foggy and not welcoming as Wendy and Peter knelt on a black rock in the middle of the inky waters. Peter played his panpipe to call up the mermaids. He was sitting behind Wendy, his arms around her to protect her. In an eerie way, five creatures appeared out of the water. Wendy's eyes widened tremendously, seeing the mermaids to be evil and not like the Little Mermaid tale. These mermaids had long, red hair that looked slimy and gross. Their gray skin was peeling off, showing gooey, green areas under their skin. Their scales went up past their breasts, and their sparkling blue lips hid sharp fangs that could pierce the neck of a beast in two seconds.
Four of the mermaids swam up to Peter, but one swam up to Wendy. Wendy, feeling hypnotized, gazed at the mermaid with admiration. The mermaid slowly put her slimy hand with long fingernails up to Wendy's hand and led it to the water. It gently stroked Wendy's hand in the water, and called her down. Right before Wendy decided to jump in, Peter grabbed Wendy's hand and hissed at the mermaid.
"They'll sweetly drown you if you get to close." Peter informed kindly. Wendy took in a deep breath as she lifted into the air with Peter.
"Where are we going now?" Wendy asked, glad that they weren't still at Mermaid's Lagoon.
"We're going to find some adventure." Peter said darkly, flying toward the pirate ship lurking in the bay. "We're going to eavesdrop on Hook and his pirates." Wendy told Peter no, but Peter ignored her request and flew to the side of the ship. Wendy put up her finger and was about to say something when Peter put his fingers to her lips. "Quiet Wendy." He whispered. "Wait here." Peter flew away, leaving Wendy to stand on the side of a ship.
"Wait here?" Wendy whined. "But Peter!" Peter was gone. Only Hook and Smee could hear Wendy's cry.
"Is that the cry of a girl Smee?" Hook asked with hope in his voice.
Smee nodded. "I'm afraid it is, Cap'n."
"That doesn't sound like a Tigerlilly cry, does it Smee?" Hook asked, fascinated by the cry. "Nor a fairy."
"No Cap'n." Smee snickered. "British, in fact."
"British, is it?" Hook said, a sense of evil in the crack of his voice. "And, what side did it appear from?"
"Starboard side." Smee pointed to the side of the ship and quietly pointed to the unsuspecting girl. Hook also looked at Wendy, but with fascination.
"Oh Smee. What a lovely little girl."
"Aye, Cap'n."
"But, she's not here alone, is she?'
"Um, no Cap'n." Their chat was all in whispers.
"We shall watch what we say for this moment."
"Good idea." Smee whispered. "Should we at least introduce ourselves?"
Hook smiled. "Good Smee. But, now is not the time. We shall find her tonight when the moon is at its peek." Smee nodded.
Peter was hiding among the sails, a shadow the only evidence seen from below. He ripped the cloth for a passage for him. Hook and Smee looked up, hearing the loud tear. "Blind my eyes Smee!" Hook acted, already knowing that Pan was about. "PAN!"
Peter, thinking that the pirates had not noticed him, thrusted his hands to his hips in triumph. "Hello, Captain Hook!" Peter laughed in a cocky way. Wendy tried not to laugh at Peter's boy-like hello.
"Come down here boy, and fight me like a man!" Hook screeched. Peter's eyebrows turned down as he flew down to the deck.
"Fight you like a.... Man?" Peter asked aghast. "Never!" Soon, they started dwelling one on one. The sword lasted for minutes. Peter cutting Hook across the arm with his sword. "Looky looky, I got Hooky!" Peter gloated. Hook got angrier, and cut a wide gash on Peter's chest. Peter flew down to where Wendy was standing and grabbed her hand. "We need to go." Peter wailed, flying kind of dizzy-like. Wendy gasped at the gash and looked back at Hook, who was smiling back at her.
You could see the reflection of the hook in Wendy's horrified eyes. Hook waved his hand kindly, and Wendy didn't want to look away from his piercing blue eyes, she wanted to see more of them. So it seemed to Wendy that she felt, entranced.
"Peter, are you okay?" Wendy's hoarse voice from worrying cried.
"I'm fine." Peter grunted; flinching at the blood dripping down his chest and into his leafs. "Really."
"No Peter." Wendy felt the blood with her hand, making her hand stained. "You're not. Hurry!" They flew quickly home for Wendy to try and nurse Peter back to health.
The boys were gone, probably hunting or playing with the redskins. Wendy ran over to the dripping twig, which had a bowl under it that has been collecting water for the past hour. Wendy seemed lucky. She got a leaf and dunked it into the bowl, making sure that no dry piece was left. Then, Wendy ran over to Peter who was sitting on a nearby chair. She washed the blood away from his chest and cleaned the gash. Peter had a scar from then on, but nothing too bad.