The bright rays of the sun were just beginning to warm Neverland when a small head poked its way out of the top of the Underground House, carefully examining the surrounding scenery before resuming its ascent.

For today Wendy Darling had promised herself a nice, long, relaxing swim away from the chaos that always followed Peter Pan-or which he always stalked- And if the only way that was possible was to get up at dawn, well then that was what she would do. Besides, Wendy had left a note which John could easily decipher.

Taking a deep breath of morning air, Wendy sneezed violently three times in a row, halting her flight, and then continued on her way. She hadn't been feeling perfectly well for the past few days, but she'd taken a dose of the medicine normally reserved for the boys, and assumed that some fresh air and exercise would most likely remedy any poor health.

Shaking her head to clear it of any and all worries, Wendy spotted the small lagoon where she insisted everyone have their weekly bath, and descended dignifiedly to the bank.

Wendy sighed contentedly, pulling her pink jumper back over her head. Not only had the swim been extremely relaxing, the water had also been the perfect temperature, almost as warm as bath water, really. Dismissing her belly-ache as the product of two much swimming and not enough nutrition, Wendy quickly ate the apple she had brought with her, throwing away the core when she was finished. Then, unable to keep her eyes open any longer, Wendy curled up on a nice sun-warmed rock, and promptly fell asleep.

Captain James Hook glanced at the cadre of pirates surrounding him as they made their way through Neverland, bemoaning the moments of stupidity in which he had signed them on as his crew. The one which he lamented the most, however, was-

"Smee," Hook exclaimed as the old Irishman jostled his arm.

"I'm so sorry, Captain, sir," Smee apologized, taking a deep breath in preparation for a continuing, clumsy excuse.

"Never mind," Hook growled, speeding up, as if to rid himself of Smee's prescence. Mumbling to himself about the stupidity of the Irish, Hook didn't notice the apple core right in front of him; he did, however, notice the ground as he slammed into it. He was back on his feet in a second. "Odds bobs, hammer and tongs! What was that?!"

"I believe, Captain, that it was an apple core," Gentleman Starkey pointed to the gently rolling core less than a foot from Hook's feet.

Hook's eyes narrowed. "An apple core," he demanded, his body instantly alert to any sign that his archenemy was on the way. "Spread out, you dogs," he ordered.

A moment later, Alf Mason's voice made it's way through the still woods. "Captain," he called. "Over here."

Hook made his way over to the man, and peered through the brush to where Mason was pointing. He grinned malevolently, and motioned for the rest of the crew to be rounded up, then turned his eye back to the prize, ensuring that she wouldn't escape. For, there, in the clearing by the small lagoon, Wendy Darling lay fast asleep.

Hook and his crew of miscreants crept slowly towards the sleeping child, determined not to make any noise which would warn her of the impending danger. A rope net was spread, awaiting it's prey. The gleaming silver hook flew through the air, catching Wendy's dress, and Hook lifted her into the air, startling her from her dreams.

"Good morning, Mistress Wendy," Hook chortled. "I wonder if you would do me the pleasure of accepting an invitation to my ship." He threw her into the awaiting net, which Alf Mason then threw over his broad shoulder. Wendy lashed out, kicking his back, hoping to shock him into dropping the rope.

"Don't struggle, little miss," Mason warned her. "It won't do you any good."

Peter Pan yawned, and, stretching, rolled over, so that he was now facing away from the wall. Warily, he opened one eye, and noticing that all the Lost Boys were still asleep, he leapt up and began flying around the Underground House, crowing loudly.

Tinkerbell poked her head out of her tiny apartment in the wall. "Peter Pan, you silly boy," she whined. "What are you doing?"

He laughed cavalierly, "C'mon Tink, another day, another adventure, another chance to triumph over Captain Codfish!" He crowed one more time, then raced to the table and dropped into his place at the head.

Conversation instantly arose between the Lost Boys, mostly about the best plan of attack. Michael, ,however, looking around the table, realized someone was missing. Carefully he walked over to Peter and tugged on his cape.

"What is it Michael," Peter questioned, annoyed at having been interrupted.

"Where's Wendy?"