Chapter 10: The Most Beautiful Voice
They were ready. A group of the Indian warriors agreed to help too. In all, there were twenty of them including the Lost Boys, Peter, and Colleen.. They were to strike at night: then they would have the element of surprise. That night, the wind was as silent as a grave. The only sound was from the water sloshing up against the boats' sides. They were split up, four figures in each of five canoes. Slowly, the paddles met the water and glided through it softly. They quickly skimmed across the water's surface and to the Jolly Roger's sides. The water reflected the night stars. Not a cloud was in sight to mar their beauty.
All who were in the boats breath came out harshly. This was it. The battle to end all others. Everyone's heart was heavy. They all knew some of them would not return to shore. While one side of their minds was frightened of the battle ahead, the other side was making them shake with the adrenaline rush. Their blades would stick into pirates this night. This night would be remembered for always.
The Indians' outward appearance was calm. They had been battling the pirates for a long time. They were calm and ready to go. The Lost Boys, on the other hand, were in such a state of anticipation that goose bumps were popping up all over their skin. They were to do battle again. But this time, Peter was with them. With him there, they had a new sense of courage. The last time they battled or did battle on the accursed ship, they had lost him and lost beautiful lives. This time, it would be different. This night, the stars blessed this adventure. This night, they would win.
Peter watched as the last canoe got to the ship. Then, he rose into the air and up into the crow's nest. He looked around and counted how many pirates were on watch. There were six. Two were asleep, and the other four were on the side away from the canoes. They hadn't a clue in the world what was to come. He smiled arrogantly. He rose back into the air and came back to the canoes. "There are six on patrol. Two are asleep and the other four aren't paying attention to anything. We'll have no problem. Just be quiet."
Peter then grabbed a rope from his boat and flew up the ship's side and to the edge. Quietly he tied it to the rail. Flying back down, he repeated this four more times until each canoe had a rope leading it up to the ship. Quickly, everyone began climbing up them, their weapons tied to their sides. Peter turned to Colleen, his face shadowed by the lack of light. "This is it. Remember to stay up high."
She nodded and flapping her wings rose into the air. He followed her. When they reached the ship deck, she kept flying higher until she was far above the ship. Peter, looking around, noticed that all had been killed on deck. He nodded to the Indians with a grin. Suddenly chimes began to ring. Tinkerbell zoomed over to him in a dash. "They know we're here."
The moment the words left her mouth, nets began to drop from the masts and a great cry echoed in the air as pirates ran out from their hiding spots. Three of the nets fell upon some of the Indians, Curly, and Michael. The silence of the night was broken by the shouts and cries from the battle. Peter spun in the air with his blade ready as pirates rushed him. He cut down two in an instant. The third came at him quickly and shoved him to the ground. Peter kicked his leg up and hit the pirate beneath the chin. The force flung the foul man up and into the air where Slightly stabbed him.
Colleen had flown back down to the deck and freed those caught in the nets. She then rose back up into the air where she took her bow and shot off arrows into the pirates from above. The deck had soon become a bloody mess. Pirates and Indians both were laying all over. So far, none of the lost boys had fallen. Curly's arm had been cut with a blade, but besides that, they were still holding strong. Eight of the Indians had been killed, but that was nothing compared to the dead pirates. Their stink reeked from where they lay.
Peter spun this way and that, his blade practically singing as it was used. He was fighting as he had never fought before. He slashed down many pirates, each time thinking of Hook. Hook had not shown his face yet and Peter figured him for a coward. He laughed aloud in glee. Parrying another pirate's blade, he elbowed a pirate in the head who had been trying to grab him from behind. He then shot off into the air, flipping over the pirate in front of him and kicking his back, causing him to fall into another pirate's sword with a grunt.
Colleen watched the battle ensue from above. She had one arrow left. She didn't shoot it yet, thinking that she'd wait until it was in dire need. She had no idea how to use a sword and so could not go to the deck to fight. Thus she resorted to dropping her weight on pirates. As she dropped on them from above, their bodies crumpled to the ground and she'd shoot back up into the air, waiting for the next one. As she rose up back into the air after hitting a rather frightening looking pirate, she noticed a pirate climbing up the rope ladder to the Crow's Nest. She was about to knock him off, when she noticed he had a body thrown over his shoulder. It was small and had bare feet. He had gotten one of the lost boys! She couldn't see which one, but the body was a lot smaller than the pirates, so there was no mistake.
She waited until he reached the Crow's Nest, where he threw the little body into the basket. Then she grasped her bow tightly, and notching her last arrow, she shot it into his back. He cried out in pain and, losing his grasp on the wood, fell to his death below. She was about to go and help the boy down when someone cried out from below. Slightly's leg had been sliced and a pirate was advancing on him. She rushed through the air to him where she knocked the pirate from behind and over the ships side.
Peter was toying with two pirates on the other side of the ship. He was fighting off the two, nicking them here and there. They were both sweating intensely with worry and he laughed at them. Toodles came up behind one and kneeled on the ground. Peter jumped at one of the pirates and growled. He gasped and stepped back were he tripped over Toodles. Peter turned to the other one and stabbed him in the gut. Suddenly a cry rent the air. "Peter!"
All of Peter's cockiness, knowing, and overall thoughts were robbed of him as he heard the voice. He had convinced himself he would never hear that most beautiful voice ever again. For a moment he had thought his mind was playing tricks on him. His eyes widened and his whole expression showed his vulnerability. He looked up to where he had heard it. There, in the Crow's nest was his Wendy. She was alive.
His whole body exploded with happiness. He shouted out into the air. His whole heart was in that shout and he felt as if he had shattered into a zillion pieces that had burst into the atmosphere. He was everywhere at once. The air shook with the velocity and all were knocked over. He burst off of the deck and into the air and up to Wendy. His whole heart seemed to ache at the sight of her. It wasn't a painful ache though. No. It was the most wonderful feeling, and he had missed it so much. He was about three feet from her. She was dirty and her once white gown was rather scary looking but it didn't matter. Her eyes had such warmth radiating from them, he felt his whole body surrounded by it. She smiled slowly. It was precious to him. He had missed it so much. A tear slowly made a path town her baby soft skin. "Oh Peter."
He suddenly flew to her in a hurry and wrapped his arms around her. Her head fell upon his shoulder, feeling like the weight of her worries and nightmares had lifted and been replaced with intense happiness. All the pain of the many years fled her and all she could think of was Peter. The moment she saw him, her world stopped. He looked the same as she remembered. The same ruffled hair, stance, presence of confidence. His cocky smile. He wasn't dead. He was alive and from the look of it, bursting with happy thoughts.
Peter finally pulled away from her and noticed her hands and ankles were tied. He cut them with his knife and then picked her up under her knees with one arm and the other behind her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled down at her sweetly. He rose off of the rough wood and into the air. Cheers from below told Peter, the boys saw Wendy. Only a few pirates remained on the deck and they were fighting with the Indians. He looked back to Wendy and knew he couldn't feel more happy. "It is over, Wendy."
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the glint of silver down below. His breath stopped as comprehension reached him. Before he could move, Hook pulled the trigger. White burst into his vision.
A/N: Hey there everyone. Sorry about the cliff hanger but.......no I'm not. Yea cliff hanger! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I must warn you now, I have only like two or three more chapters to go...I believe. So....not sure what my point was but just thought I'd tell you. I might throw another kink in the story but I don't want the story start to seem like it's grasping hold of anything it can to keep going. We'll see. Thanks for reading and for the reviews. Also: Another big thanks to Legend Keeper!!!!!
Yuki Asao: Yes, sad.....or is it. I must warn you.......the next chapter or next shall be very sad. Be prepared!
Red Handed Me: Well, Wendy is back for you! I think I'll explain in the next couple of chapters what all happened to her. Thanks for reviewing!
Mike: Oh I'm glad you like the story. I understand about the whole self- insertion story thing. This isn't one of them. Well, you guessed it! Wendy is alive and was on the Jolly Roger the whole time. Was it that easy to predict? frowns Ah well, glad you're liking it. Thanks for the review.
They were ready. A group of the Indian warriors agreed to help too. In all, there were twenty of them including the Lost Boys, Peter, and Colleen.. They were to strike at night: then they would have the element of surprise. That night, the wind was as silent as a grave. The only sound was from the water sloshing up against the boats' sides. They were split up, four figures in each of five canoes. Slowly, the paddles met the water and glided through it softly. They quickly skimmed across the water's surface and to the Jolly Roger's sides. The water reflected the night stars. Not a cloud was in sight to mar their beauty.
All who were in the boats breath came out harshly. This was it. The battle to end all others. Everyone's heart was heavy. They all knew some of them would not return to shore. While one side of their minds was frightened of the battle ahead, the other side was making them shake with the adrenaline rush. Their blades would stick into pirates this night. This night would be remembered for always.
The Indians' outward appearance was calm. They had been battling the pirates for a long time. They were calm and ready to go. The Lost Boys, on the other hand, were in such a state of anticipation that goose bumps were popping up all over their skin. They were to do battle again. But this time, Peter was with them. With him there, they had a new sense of courage. The last time they battled or did battle on the accursed ship, they had lost him and lost beautiful lives. This time, it would be different. This night, the stars blessed this adventure. This night, they would win.
Peter watched as the last canoe got to the ship. Then, he rose into the air and up into the crow's nest. He looked around and counted how many pirates were on watch. There were six. Two were asleep, and the other four were on the side away from the canoes. They hadn't a clue in the world what was to come. He smiled arrogantly. He rose back into the air and came back to the canoes. "There are six on patrol. Two are asleep and the other four aren't paying attention to anything. We'll have no problem. Just be quiet."
Peter then grabbed a rope from his boat and flew up the ship's side and to the edge. Quietly he tied it to the rail. Flying back down, he repeated this four more times until each canoe had a rope leading it up to the ship. Quickly, everyone began climbing up them, their weapons tied to their sides. Peter turned to Colleen, his face shadowed by the lack of light. "This is it. Remember to stay up high."
She nodded and flapping her wings rose into the air. He followed her. When they reached the ship deck, she kept flying higher until she was far above the ship. Peter, looking around, noticed that all had been killed on deck. He nodded to the Indians with a grin. Suddenly chimes began to ring. Tinkerbell zoomed over to him in a dash. "They know we're here."
The moment the words left her mouth, nets began to drop from the masts and a great cry echoed in the air as pirates ran out from their hiding spots. Three of the nets fell upon some of the Indians, Curly, and Michael. The silence of the night was broken by the shouts and cries from the battle. Peter spun in the air with his blade ready as pirates rushed him. He cut down two in an instant. The third came at him quickly and shoved him to the ground. Peter kicked his leg up and hit the pirate beneath the chin. The force flung the foul man up and into the air where Slightly stabbed him.
Colleen had flown back down to the deck and freed those caught in the nets. She then rose back up into the air where she took her bow and shot off arrows into the pirates from above. The deck had soon become a bloody mess. Pirates and Indians both were laying all over. So far, none of the lost boys had fallen. Curly's arm had been cut with a blade, but besides that, they were still holding strong. Eight of the Indians had been killed, but that was nothing compared to the dead pirates. Their stink reeked from where they lay.
Peter spun this way and that, his blade practically singing as it was used. He was fighting as he had never fought before. He slashed down many pirates, each time thinking of Hook. Hook had not shown his face yet and Peter figured him for a coward. He laughed aloud in glee. Parrying another pirate's blade, he elbowed a pirate in the head who had been trying to grab him from behind. He then shot off into the air, flipping over the pirate in front of him and kicking his back, causing him to fall into another pirate's sword with a grunt.
Colleen watched the battle ensue from above. She had one arrow left. She didn't shoot it yet, thinking that she'd wait until it was in dire need. She had no idea how to use a sword and so could not go to the deck to fight. Thus she resorted to dropping her weight on pirates. As she dropped on them from above, their bodies crumpled to the ground and she'd shoot back up into the air, waiting for the next one. As she rose up back into the air after hitting a rather frightening looking pirate, she noticed a pirate climbing up the rope ladder to the Crow's Nest. She was about to knock him off, when she noticed he had a body thrown over his shoulder. It was small and had bare feet. He had gotten one of the lost boys! She couldn't see which one, but the body was a lot smaller than the pirates, so there was no mistake.
She waited until he reached the Crow's Nest, where he threw the little body into the basket. Then she grasped her bow tightly, and notching her last arrow, she shot it into his back. He cried out in pain and, losing his grasp on the wood, fell to his death below. She was about to go and help the boy down when someone cried out from below. Slightly's leg had been sliced and a pirate was advancing on him. She rushed through the air to him where she knocked the pirate from behind and over the ships side.
Peter was toying with two pirates on the other side of the ship. He was fighting off the two, nicking them here and there. They were both sweating intensely with worry and he laughed at them. Toodles came up behind one and kneeled on the ground. Peter jumped at one of the pirates and growled. He gasped and stepped back were he tripped over Toodles. Peter turned to the other one and stabbed him in the gut. Suddenly a cry rent the air. "Peter!"
All of Peter's cockiness, knowing, and overall thoughts were robbed of him as he heard the voice. He had convinced himself he would never hear that most beautiful voice ever again. For a moment he had thought his mind was playing tricks on him. His eyes widened and his whole expression showed his vulnerability. He looked up to where he had heard it. There, in the Crow's nest was his Wendy. She was alive.
His whole body exploded with happiness. He shouted out into the air. His whole heart was in that shout and he felt as if he had shattered into a zillion pieces that had burst into the atmosphere. He was everywhere at once. The air shook with the velocity and all were knocked over. He burst off of the deck and into the air and up to Wendy. His whole heart seemed to ache at the sight of her. It wasn't a painful ache though. No. It was the most wonderful feeling, and he had missed it so much. He was about three feet from her. She was dirty and her once white gown was rather scary looking but it didn't matter. Her eyes had such warmth radiating from them, he felt his whole body surrounded by it. She smiled slowly. It was precious to him. He had missed it so much. A tear slowly made a path town her baby soft skin. "Oh Peter."
He suddenly flew to her in a hurry and wrapped his arms around her. Her head fell upon his shoulder, feeling like the weight of her worries and nightmares had lifted and been replaced with intense happiness. All the pain of the many years fled her and all she could think of was Peter. The moment she saw him, her world stopped. He looked the same as she remembered. The same ruffled hair, stance, presence of confidence. His cocky smile. He wasn't dead. He was alive and from the look of it, bursting with happy thoughts.
Peter finally pulled away from her and noticed her hands and ankles were tied. He cut them with his knife and then picked her up under her knees with one arm and the other behind her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled down at her sweetly. He rose off of the rough wood and into the air. Cheers from below told Peter, the boys saw Wendy. Only a few pirates remained on the deck and they were fighting with the Indians. He looked back to Wendy and knew he couldn't feel more happy. "It is over, Wendy."
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the glint of silver down below. His breath stopped as comprehension reached him. Before he could move, Hook pulled the trigger. White burst into his vision.
A/N: Hey there everyone. Sorry about the cliff hanger but.......no I'm not. Yea cliff hanger! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I must warn you now, I have only like two or three more chapters to go...I believe. So....not sure what my point was but just thought I'd tell you. I might throw another kink in the story but I don't want the story start to seem like it's grasping hold of anything it can to keep going. We'll see. Thanks for reading and for the reviews. Also: Another big thanks to Legend Keeper!!!!!
Yuki Asao: Yes, sad.....or is it. I must warn you.......the next chapter or next shall be very sad. Be prepared!
Red Handed Me: Well, Wendy is back for you! I think I'll explain in the next couple of chapters what all happened to her. Thanks for reviewing!
Mike: Oh I'm glad you like the story. I understand about the whole self- insertion story thing. This isn't one of them. Well, you guessed it! Wendy is alive and was on the Jolly Roger the whole time. Was it that easy to predict? frowns Ah well, glad you're liking it. Thanks for the review.