Okay here is the new chappie in which Curly doesn't die cuz it was just too sad and I don't feel like putting such strong emotions into the story. It will be very similar to the original chapter 11 if you haven't read that, just the ending will be different so if you want read it again and if not then just skip to the end. I'll put little next to the part where I changed it to make it easier for my lovely readers. So pleeeaaassseee review and I hope you enjoy this revised chapter and review, review, REVIEW! hehe
Kates- Thanks for waiting so patiently!
Rolletti- Haha you are so funny here's your (longer) chapter
AngelicPirate- Rambling is always fun
Zeldy- Don't cry! Here's a tissue
LMDGlUVR4EVA- I plan on making this a happy ending story
Lotty- I hate cliffhangers too but I love writing them heh heh heh. Wendy has toughened up a lot since she ran away to Neverland, it just seems natural that all that boy would rub off on her.
OneMillionTears- I prefer updating lol.
Bushesobrandy- I like that too, tag is so boring! Haha
Nanomachine- Dude, you need to update your story!
Vela- Yay I was wondering if Unknown left me...
Lizzie Presscott- I took so long cuz I was soo busy, sorry if it hunted you lol.
Alicia B- I hope not too....
Zorrina- Yeah I wanted Wendy to be tough, not all wimpy like she is sometimes portrayed as.
Thanks to all who reviewed, and once again I am sorry that it took me so long to update. School has gotten 10,000,000,000,000.987987 times harder this year so if I want to have any chance of getting into college then I have to work my butt off. Hope you like this chappie! Oh and YIPPIE 100 REVIEWS! ...ACTUALLY 103 REVIEWS BUT THAT'S OKAY.... LOL PLEASE REVIEW THIS CHAPTER, IT'S A BIG MILESTONE FOR ME!
Peter peeked up from the water, flying up so he could just see the deck of the ship. His plan had taken longer than he had planned; the natives were more reluctant to battle the new enemy than he had thought. Finally, after much pleading and some threatening, the natives agreed to help in Peter's plan to rescue Wendy.
Wendy. Peter had worried nonstop about her for the past three days. He felt as if part of him had been ripped away, and if anything happened to her he would surely die.
Peter motioned for the rest of the lost boys and natives to rise out of the water and join him. They watched the pirates laze around deck, whittling, singing, and fighting, anything to pass the time. Suddenly a door banged open and a pirate came running out and sped into the Captain's quarters. He soon reappeared, carrying paper, quill, and ink and disappeared back through the door from whence he came. There was silence once again then a fierce roar came from the door. Peter, taking this as a sign flew onto deck, unsheathing his swords. The natives and lost boys followed him and all of the pirates jumped to attention, surprised. It did not take them long to brandish their own swords and attack. Peter hacked at a few pirates, all the while flying to the door where he was sure that Wendy was. He reached the door, flung it open and sped down the steps, coming upon a scene that made his heart stop.
Captain Raven stood over Wendy, who was tied to a chair, about to bring down a glittering sword upon her. Peter snapped to attention and swung his sword at Raven, cutting off the arm that held the sword in one swift motion. Raven let out a piercing scream, the severed limb, still gripping the sword, fell into Wendy's lap, making her scream. Raven fell to her knees, turning to Peter with tears of anger and pain in her coal black (I forget if I described the color of her eyes but from now on they are black) eyes. Peter hit her with the hilt of his sword on the head and she slumped to the ground.
"P-Peter." Wendy choked out. Peter rushed to her side, cutting the ropes that bound her bleeding wrists and ankles. "I-I thought you weren't going to come." A wave of coldness swept through Peter. She had given up on him? Putting these thoughts aside, he carefully picked up the arm and tossed it aside, making Wendy gasp.
"Of course I would come. I will always, always come for you Wendy." Peter said, looking deep into her glassy, bloodshot, blue eyes. "Can you walk?"
"I don't think so, I-." Wendy said weakly then fainted. Peter slipped one arm under the crook of her knees and one under her arms, lifting her up. He was shocked to find that she barely weighed anything and a streak of blood from her wrist swept across his bare chest.
Peter was reminded of the battle that raged above. He couldn't just leave all of his warriors to fend for themselves, but he couldn't leave Wendy either. He heard a moan from the floor and whipped his head around, spotting the awakening, armless woman.
"You should die a horrible death, but I want it to be a fair battle so I will leave you here in your misery." Peter spat and leapt off the floor, sailing up the staircase into the fray. Dead pirates littered the ground but there were still more, hacking away at Peter's dear friends. He wanted to join them but he needed to find a way to protect Wendy first. Looking around, the crow's nest caught his eye, he flew up the mast and reached the crows nest where a pirate, stood, sword brandished. In one swift movement Peter threw Wendy over his shoulder, brandished his own sword and struck the pirate down. The brute fell down upon the deck, landing upon a pirate that was battling with John. Peter gently lay Wendy in the nest, hacking off the ropes that led to it so only he would be able to rescue her. Then he took his place in the battle.
Angry war cries filled his ears as the fight waged on. Peter struck down five pirates within the first few minutes and all too soon the din died down and the last pirate that hadn't retreated over the edge was killed. Peter, bleeding from numerous cuts on his arms and chest, surveyed the damage. A few Indians were dead and the sight made Peter's heart sore.
"Everyone report to me!" Peter yelled and the surviving troops surrounded him, stepping over the pirate bodies carefully, disdainful looks upon their faces. "You did fine work, you may retrieve your dead and return home. Thank you." Peter said to the Indian leader and he in turn yelled something in their native tongue, making the Indians snap to attention, leaving the lost boys. Peter counted them up, muttering their names under his breath. "John, Michael, Tootles, Nibs, the twins, Slightly, Curly...Curly." Peter became alarmed; Curly was not in the group. "Has anyone seen Curly?" Peter said and the boys looked around, fear filling their eyes. Mutters of 'where's Curly' were passed around and the boys dispersed, checking everywhere for their comrade. Peter was about to go check the starboard side when he saw a little flash of light out of the corner of his eye.
Whipping around Peter spied Tinkerbell, sitting upon the helm, staring at him. Something was different about her, her light was no longer the sunshine yellow it had once been, it was now a deep purple and a smirk graced her features.
"T-Tinkerbell?" Peter said cautiously. The tiny fairy merely stared at Peter then pointed past him to the shore. Turning around, Peter spied something that made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. The mermaids were gathering at the shore screaming with delight at the new stock of food they received from the battle. Peter lifted off, soaring over the shore where he was met with the sickening sight of the feeding mermaids.
He scanned the various bodies that littered the beach, mostly pirates but some were Indians that he recognized. He noticed the surviving Indians gathering at the edge of the forest, looking sad with a hint of fear at the gorging mermaids. Peter, wanting them to be able to gather their people in peace flew quickly at the mermaids hissing and waving his dagger at them. They angrily retreated a few yards down the beach and continued their feast. The Indians came down onto the beach, dragging their friends and family into the woods. Peter watched the process with a mixture of sadness and anger in his heart before the Lost Boys splashing ashore interrupted his thoughts.
"Have you found him yet Peter?" Slightly asked quietly and Peter merely shook his head. The boys spread out across the beach and moments later they all heard a yelp from Nibs farther down the beach. The boys and Peter ran down to where Nibs was standing and silently over a large pile of seaweed with legs sticking out of the end. Clearly afraid of what he would find, Nibs merely stared as the rest of the search party gathered around him.
"Is-is it Curly?" One of the twins asked quietly, breaking the silence that had fallen upon them all. Taking a deep breath, Peter kneeled down and began to scrape the tangled vines off of the body. Just as he was about to uncover the face, a loud splashing was heard from behind and someone yelled.
"Get offa me you stupid blighters!" A boy's voice called followed by a loud 'OOF!' and angry screams from the mermaids. Peter and the group whirled around to see Curly standing up and brushing the sand off his hands that he had accumulated in the fall. Just then he noticed all of the boys staring open mouthed at him. "What?" He asked walking over to them but before he got three paces the boys charged for him, knocking him back down onto the sand and began playfully beating him up. Peter, overjoyed, contained his joy but allowed himself to speed over to the group and stand over them with his hands on his hips. When the roughhousing was over Peter offered Curly a hand, and he took it, smiling crooked-toothed up at Peter. "What's all this about?" Curly asked.
"We thought you were dead!" The twins shouted in unison. Peter nodded.
"Why would you think that? I just went down to the galley to see what food I could scrounge up!" Curly said. Peter walked away as the boys started to beat Curly up for scaring them again. Peter then remembered Wendy up in the crow's nest and he soared up into the air and finally arrived at the nest where the girl still lay. Wendy didn't look so good, Peter noticed and as he lifted her up into his arms he noticed again at how little she weighed. Wanting to get her home as soon as possible, Peter flew back over to the boys and rounded them up, ordering them back home.
On the march back through the deep woods Peter felt Wendy stir and he looked down at her. She had her eyes open and was staring up at Peter. He smiled down at her sadly and she returned the smile, light entering her eyes for the first time in days, but as soon as she was with him she was gone again and soon they arrived at their home in the tree.
Once inside, the boys happily gathered around the table, preparing their victory feast. Peter carried Wendy to his bed and lay her in the soft furs, covering her with his favorite blanket. Just wanting to watch her sleep for a little while, Peter drew the curtains and lay down next to Wendy, not taking his eyes off of her sleeping face. He leaned over, gently pressing his lips to her pale cheek and settled his head next to hers, breathing in the scent of her hair which was a mix of autumn leaves and the ocean. Peter lay his bruised and cut arm across her figure, gently pulling her close to him and before he knew it he was asleep next to the person he would risk everything for.