Chapter 11: Jealous?

Peter asked, his eyes wide, ready for an adventure.

Well we have to get out of here, right? Wendy said, she walked towards the door.

Peter said, his eyes narrowing.

Well, if we wait until the crew goes to sleep, or until it gets dark out....... maybe somehow we can break the door down, She looking at Peter.

He looked amused, How are we going to break down the door without Isaac hearing us?

Um........wait a minute I'll think of something, She sat on a crate, tapping her chin with her finger.

After several minutes she stood up, I've got it! She said.

Peter asked, looking up from where he was sitting.

Well see that window? She asked pointing to a small hole in the wall with a metal lining, hardly a window. He nodded, Well, I could call Jeremiac- Peter cut Wendy off.



But Peter, She said, looking at him.

No, I rather die here than have you talking to Jeremiac, He stood up and folded his arms.

Peter, please. We can't stay down here forever and Jeremiac could help.

He asked suspiciously, raising his chin a little.

As I was saying, I could call him and tell him and the mermaids to distract Captain Isaac until we give them a sign of some sort.

Peter thought for awhile, he didn't like the idea of Jeremiac talking to Wendy at all. But he didn't want Wendy to die down there so he agreed.

Wendy hurried to the window, She whispered.

In no time Jeremiac popped his head out of the water, He grinned.

Peter watched from behind Wendy, he craned his neck to see out the small hole in the wall, it was no use.

I need your help, can you and the rest of the merpeople distract Captain Isaac?

Sure, wait a minute, what happened to Peter? Did they throw him overboard? He laughed, Wendy smiled, sickly. She was about to say no he was with her, when Peter stuck his head next to Wendy's.

Jeremiac said, sounding disappointed, as he saw Peter's curly blond head appear near Wendy's.

How long do you want us to distract him? Jeremiac asked as Peter moved his head, still standing close to the window.

As long as you can, we need to get out of here, She said, her feet began to hurt from standing on her tiptoes. She struggled to keep her head up as a pain shot trough her toe. She stepped down, Peter noticed this and helped her up, letting her stand on his knee, with his help.

Thank you, She whispered. Peter wished Jeremiac could see him helping Wendy. Peter laughed as he thought of Jeremiac trying to help Wendy, he couldn't even stand on his own two feet, he laughed harder, what feet? He had a fin.

When it gets darker start to distract them, She said.

Jeremiac muttered an okay and swam away.

Ok, now all we have to do is wait for it to get dark and we'll hear some commotion from the mermaids and we can prepare to leave, Wendy said, Peter put his hand up for her to help him down. Peter hadn't paid much attention to manners before he came to Neverland, or after he came. But with Wendy, he somehow naturally had manners.

She murmured a thank you and hopped down.

Peter's thought suddenly jolted to Jeremiac, he hated him.

Peter tried not to think of his hatred for Jeremiac, and started thinking of when they would get out of there.

A few hours passed and it got very dark outside. Wendy was pacing, looking out the window once in a while to check if Jeremiac came.

After about the eighth time Wendy looked out the window, Peter said, If he was there he would call you, Peter lowered his voice. With his stupid little fish calls.

I'm sorry I'm just anxious to get out of here, Wendy looked at Peter who was extremely tired, I wonder if all that poison is out you? She said.

Peter had sat up, straightening his shoulders, Of course it is look I'm fine. He said, looking at her convincingly.

I'm not too sure, She said tapping her chin. Suddenly they heard Jeremiac calling her name.

Wendy ran to the window, Peter jealously followed.

Ok they're all quiet, we're going to distract them. Get ready to leave.

Wendy backed away from the window, Peter turned to her.

Ready to leave? She asked, excited.

Peter nodded then yawned.

'Are you sure you're okay? She asked him.

He nodded again.

She looked at him for a second then looked at the door.

They listened for any sign of a distraction toward the captain, nothing. After several minutes, nothing. Wendy asked, What happened to Jeremiac? Peter sat on a crate.

Who cares?

What if he's hurt?

Who cares? He said in a sarcastic tone.

What if we never get out of here?

Peter thought of Wendy dying, he stood up, That I care about!



Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to update. I was busy with a few other fan fictions. Hope you liked the chapter. It was kind of short, I was in a rush to get it posted. If it takes me a long time again, it's just because I'm a perfectionist and I'm fixing it or slowly writing. Once again I LOVE the reviews! Keep um comin'. LOL. Thanks for reading!- Pottersweetie