Author's Note: Yay! A new story! happy dance Okay, this story was inspired by Peter Pan. I don't think it's ever been done before, so I hope everyone enjoys it. Please review. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Disney owns Newsies. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote Treasure Island. I'm not sure who owns the rights to it at the present time, but it isn't me. I also do not own Peter Pan. Please don't sue me. Thank you.

Chapter 1

Jack Kelley breathed deeply as he climbed the trellis that led to the Newman's balcony. From there he would be able to hear sixteen-year old, Maggie Newman read to her younger brothers: Spencer, 11, and Tate, 7.

Every night when he was through selling his papers, Jack would climb to the balcony and hide in the shadows, listening to Maggie's voice carrying through the open window.

Maggie was a brilliant storyteller. Well, actually, she was a brilliant story reader. She would read from the many books she had, doing the characters voices and acting out the motions. It was a one-woman spectacle. Jack loved it.

He would always take the stories that he heard back to the lodging house, where he would re-tell them to the other newsboys. He wasn't as good at telling the stories as Maggie was, but he did his best, and the boys enjoyed it. They were always going on about whatever new story was being told, asking Jack what he thought would happen next or when he thought the story would end so they could begin a new one.

Tonight, Maggie was continuing her plight through Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island. She was just beginning as Jack neared the window.

"Alright," she said, standing before the open window, facing her brothers, "where did we leave off?"

"Silver's captured Jim," Tate answered excitedly.

"Captain Flint was saying something about 'pieces of eight,'" Spencer added.

"Oh, yes, yes. Well, let's see," Maggie said, flipping through the book, "Yes, here we are. Part Six: Captain Silver," she read, "Chapter 28: In the Enemy's Camp," she drew a long, dramatic breath and began reading, "The red glare of the torch, lighting up the interior of the blockhouse, showed me the worst of my apprehensions realized. The pirates were in possession of the house and stores…"

Jack listened intently, trying to remember every detail for when he re-told the story to the boys back at the lodging house.

"…And he took another swallow of the brandy, shaking his great fair head like a man who looks forward to the worst," Maggie read, "Well, that's all for tonight, boys," she said, closing the book briskly, "Now it's time for bed."

"Please read us just a little more," Tate pleaded.

"Yes, just a few more pages," Spencer said.

"No, it's already half past nine," Maggie said, "You two should have been asleep ages ago. Goodnight."

She kissed each boy on the forehead, turned off the light, and left the room. Jack sighed. He couldn't wait to tell the boys the some more of the story. Or to hear the end of it. Just as he was turning to leave, he caught a glimpse of Maggie through her bedroom window, which was next to her brother's. Jack smiled to himself. He watched as she let her auburn hair down and brushed it quickly, and he blushed furiously and turned away as she began to unbutton her blouse.

She was a pretty girl, but Jack has seen prettier. She had soft features and large hazel eyes, but a rather pointed nose. Jack had heard her tell her mother once that she thought her nose looked like a giant beak that gave her the appearance of being a homely, squat bird. Jack laughed at that thought. He didn't think Maggie was homely or squatty and she certainly didn't have a beak. He thought she was rather pleasant looking. He laughed at these thoughts as he climbed down the trellis and headed off towards the lodging house to tell the boys what had happened to Jim Hawkins.

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