Chapter 4: Wendy to the Rescue?
Alright, here we go! Another chapter. The next one might be a while cause I am having writer's block!
"Nibs, you plan the battle," Wendy ordered.
"Right," Nibs replied. He walked over to a small board made out of huge leaves sewn together and began drawing up the plans.
"Slightly, you get the weapons ready."
Slightly nodded and began sharpening knives and swords.
"Curly...." She paused, tapping her chin, "you make the war gear."
Curly saluted her and began gathering and sewing things together.
"Tootles, you help Slightly."
Tootles nodded and picked up a dull sword.
"And twins, you shall help me cook the meal before we fight," Wendy said at last.
The twins grinned excitedly and followed her into the kitchen. The three of them began cooking. Tinkerbell came zooming into the hideout, red with anger. "What is it Tink?" one twin asked. Tinkerbell made a gruesome scene in which Hook cut Peter's throat and shoved him inot a crampt cage. "Wendy! Wendy! Peter's been captured!" the other screamed.
Wendy hurriedly finished cooking and called all the boys to the table. They ate quickly then followed Nibs to the board. He explained the surprise attack quickly, but everyone understood. "Hurry!" Wendy cried pushing them out the door.
"Ok," she whispered as they landed, "remember your places." They nodded. Slightly, Curly, and Nibs surrounded the captain's quarters. Tootles and the twins loaded Long Tom. They did not intend to fire it, but rather to intimidate. Wendy went below deck to free Peter.
When she found his cage she paid no attention to the half asleep guard. Little did she know he was about to wake up. She pressed her face against the bar. "Peter," she whispered. He turned his head to look at her. "Keys," he muttered. "What?" "The keys," he grumbled, "get them." "Right," she whispered back and grabbed them carefully out of the guard's lap. She unlocked the cell and crept inside.
"Get out!" Peter croaked. "Want to join him?" drawled the guard. Wendy spun around as she saw him lock the cell. She had left the keys outside. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. Peter's head fell back against the wall. "I'll be telling Hook we have a visitor," the guard chuckled and walked back up the stairs.
Wendy crawled over to Peter and wrapped an arm around him. "Peter, you look awful." "I know," he said holding her waist with one hand. She brushed his hair away from his face with her free hand. He tried to smile at her, but could only muster a grimace. She caressed his face and kissed his lips tenderly. "That was nice," he whispered. Her hand moved down to his neck. "This is awful," she said inspecting it. "It hurts," he moaned twitching as her hand went over it.
She took her hand from it and reached into a small pocket. She pulled out a bottle no bigger than 2 ¼ inches with blue liquid inside. "This might sting a bit," she added. Slowly she drained ¾ of the bottle on his neck. The wound disappeared in a few short minutes. She then drained the remaining liquid on her own cut Hook had caused.
"Oh! Peter, I forgot about your shoulder," she said softly running her hand over it. Peter pulled back a little. "It'll be fine," he replied. She took her hand away carefully. They heard a loud BANG! "What was that?" Wendy cried grabbing a hold of Peter with both hands. "Probably the boys blowing the guard to pieces," he said stroking her hair and grinning. She laughed and tilted her head up to smile at her. He kissed her lips a little more firmly than usual.
"Peter!" she gasped when they broke away. "What?" he asked showing off his cocky grin. She smiled and removed her hands from his waist, replacing them on his shoulders. "The boys'll be here soon." "Alright, but this cage isn't so bad now that you're here," he said smirking. "Oh you!" she laughed hitting him playfully in the chest.
Footsteps could be heard on the stairs. "Hey you two!" called Nibs. "Oh yuck!" Curly cried at the sight of them. They laughed and let go of each other. "Just let us out," Peter begged pointing at the keys. "Right," said Nibs picking up the keys. He unlocked the cell and Peter pushed Wendy out, then he crawled out himself. "Where's Hook?" he questioned. "Tied up," Nibs answered grinning. "Good," Peter said, "he's mine."