Hi people. I'm back with another chapter. Sorry I haven't updated but
it's been a long week. I had my birthday last Monday and my friends threw
me a party at the lake, and I also started a new job the day after. So I
might not update everyday like I used. It will probably be once a week.
So O.K. here is the next chapter:
The American Adventure!
Ch. 7 Wendy has changed!
Wendy entered her quarters, followed by Peter who was carrying her few suitcases, and his own bags with his new clothes. The room was rather small, but it was in Wendy's likings. There was a bed in the middle that was surrounded by a set of dresser drawers that held a water basin. In the corner was a door that led to a small closet; to the right of that was a huge oak desk. The walls were painted a blue color, which was partly covered by many decorative pictures. The room also had two round windows that faced different directions. It was small, but cozy.
Wendy faced Peter who was still at the door, holding the luggage, and taking in the view of the room.
Wendy: Oh, Peter! Thank you for carrying my suitcases for me. You really didn't have to.
She takes her suitcases from him and puts them on the bed. Peter was happy that he had pleased her.
Peter: No problem. It's not like they were heavy or anything.
Wendy smiled.
Wendy: O.k. Well, why don't we get unpacked and then we could go explore the ship.
Peter liked that idea. It would be such a grand adventure to explore such a ship like this. It was so much different then Hooks ship the Jolly Roger.
Of course the Flyer was different. It was one of the newest kinds of sailing ships that underwent dramatic changes during the late 19th century. Instead of all wood, it was made up of steel. It was moved by steamed- powered vessels, but still had high white sails for backup. The Flyer was painted a rich dark brown color to resemble wood, and on the side of it the name The Flyer was written upon it in white.
Peter: All right! Let's go.
He put his bags on the floor and started for the door.
Wendy: Peter! Are you not going to put the clothing away?
Peter: What do you meant put them away?
Wendy: I mean away in the drawers.
Peter: Why? I will probably have to get them out again and wear them another day, won't I. Wendy: Well, yes...but...
Peter: O.k. Point proven...now lets go.
Wendy could tell he was eager to get out of that room and explore. He was never used to such small spaces, for his underground home back in Neverland was at least 3 times as big as this room.
She eyed her opened suitcases on the bed and then to Peter's bags on the floor. She quickly shut her suitcases and put the bags from the floor to the bed. She could at least try and stay proper and keep the room a little tidy.
I will just unpack later tonight, she thought. With that she followed Peter out the door.
ON DECK
All that now laid around them was ocean. They had explored most of the magnificent ship and had met some other passengers. Peter had lingered towards the grand smell of food coming from the kitchen. But he was quickly shooed out, and that's when Wendy realized that Peter probably hasn't eaten all day.
Wendy: Peter you must be hungry!
Peter was, but he didn't want to admit it.
Peter: A little, I suppose.
Wendy: Well, I'm guessing they will be serving dinner soon. So let's go get ready shall we?
Peter followed Wendy back to the room. But when they got there she asked him to stay in the hallway.
Peter: Why?
Wendy: I'm going to change for dinner.
Peter: What's wrong with what you wearing? It's pretty.
Wendy blushed.
Wendy: Thank you. But these are only my traveling clothes, and I should wear something a little more appropriate for at least our first meal here on the ship.
Peter: All right? But hurry. He called after her as she closed the door.
Peter: But I'm not changing.
Peter slid down against the wall until he was sitting and just started to think. Wendy sure had changed a lot since she was last in Neverland. Before, she didn't care what people thought of her or her image. She loved being a little girl and acting out her fantasies. Now, she was so much mature and proper. She kept her clothing nice and clean now and her hair was always perfect. She walked like a real lady, and never jumped or skipped or hardly ever ran anymore. Yes, she was doing what Peter always feared she would do. She was growing up, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had grown a little also due to all his visits. He knew that if he ever wanted to stop growing, all he had to do was stay in Neverland and never visit Wendy or the boys again. But that thought pained him for he couldn't stay away from them, could he?
His thoughts were interrupted when the door came open.
There stood his Wendy. She was now dressed in a long blue dress that wasn't to fancy but just right for dinner. She had put down half her hair, with the other half in a braid that went down her back. With a smile planted on her face she looked like an angel.
Peter stood up as she closed the door.
He gave her a quick bow and she curtsied in return.
He then put out his arm to her as Adam had earlier. She took it and they walked slowly towards the dining room.
On the way Peter noticed a chain around Wendy's neck. At the end of the chain hung an acorn with a small hole in the middle of it. It was his kiss that he had given to her. It was the kiss that had saved her life those some years ago.
Peter smiled.
Wendy may have changed, but her belief in her stories, her adventures, and of Peter Pan had never changed.
End Ch. 7
Well, how was that. Sorry it's not going any faster, but I like to take my time and spread stories out. Oh, and by the way I'm going to do some research about America at the beginning of the 20th Century, so I will know like what cities and towns were established then and stuff like that. I'm not a big history buff so it might take some time. Thanks again for all the great reviews. R&R some more PLEASE!
ByeBye
The American Adventure!
Ch. 7 Wendy has changed!
Wendy entered her quarters, followed by Peter who was carrying her few suitcases, and his own bags with his new clothes. The room was rather small, but it was in Wendy's likings. There was a bed in the middle that was surrounded by a set of dresser drawers that held a water basin. In the corner was a door that led to a small closet; to the right of that was a huge oak desk. The walls were painted a blue color, which was partly covered by many decorative pictures. The room also had two round windows that faced different directions. It was small, but cozy.
Wendy faced Peter who was still at the door, holding the luggage, and taking in the view of the room.
Wendy: Oh, Peter! Thank you for carrying my suitcases for me. You really didn't have to.
She takes her suitcases from him and puts them on the bed. Peter was happy that he had pleased her.
Peter: No problem. It's not like they were heavy or anything.
Wendy smiled.
Wendy: O.k. Well, why don't we get unpacked and then we could go explore the ship.
Peter liked that idea. It would be such a grand adventure to explore such a ship like this. It was so much different then Hooks ship the Jolly Roger.
Of course the Flyer was different. It was one of the newest kinds of sailing ships that underwent dramatic changes during the late 19th century. Instead of all wood, it was made up of steel. It was moved by steamed- powered vessels, but still had high white sails for backup. The Flyer was painted a rich dark brown color to resemble wood, and on the side of it the name The Flyer was written upon it in white.
Peter: All right! Let's go.
He put his bags on the floor and started for the door.
Wendy: Peter! Are you not going to put the clothing away?
Peter: What do you meant put them away?
Wendy: I mean away in the drawers.
Peter: Why? I will probably have to get them out again and wear them another day, won't I. Wendy: Well, yes...but...
Peter: O.k. Point proven...now lets go.
Wendy could tell he was eager to get out of that room and explore. He was never used to such small spaces, for his underground home back in Neverland was at least 3 times as big as this room.
She eyed her opened suitcases on the bed and then to Peter's bags on the floor. She quickly shut her suitcases and put the bags from the floor to the bed. She could at least try and stay proper and keep the room a little tidy.
I will just unpack later tonight, she thought. With that she followed Peter out the door.
ON DECK
All that now laid around them was ocean. They had explored most of the magnificent ship and had met some other passengers. Peter had lingered towards the grand smell of food coming from the kitchen. But he was quickly shooed out, and that's when Wendy realized that Peter probably hasn't eaten all day.
Wendy: Peter you must be hungry!
Peter was, but he didn't want to admit it.
Peter: A little, I suppose.
Wendy: Well, I'm guessing they will be serving dinner soon. So let's go get ready shall we?
Peter followed Wendy back to the room. But when they got there she asked him to stay in the hallway.
Peter: Why?
Wendy: I'm going to change for dinner.
Peter: What's wrong with what you wearing? It's pretty.
Wendy blushed.
Wendy: Thank you. But these are only my traveling clothes, and I should wear something a little more appropriate for at least our first meal here on the ship.
Peter: All right? But hurry. He called after her as she closed the door.
Peter: But I'm not changing.
Peter slid down against the wall until he was sitting and just started to think. Wendy sure had changed a lot since she was last in Neverland. Before, she didn't care what people thought of her or her image. She loved being a little girl and acting out her fantasies. Now, she was so much mature and proper. She kept her clothing nice and clean now and her hair was always perfect. She walked like a real lady, and never jumped or skipped or hardly ever ran anymore. Yes, she was doing what Peter always feared she would do. She was growing up, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had grown a little also due to all his visits. He knew that if he ever wanted to stop growing, all he had to do was stay in Neverland and never visit Wendy or the boys again. But that thought pained him for he couldn't stay away from them, could he?
His thoughts were interrupted when the door came open.
There stood his Wendy. She was now dressed in a long blue dress that wasn't to fancy but just right for dinner. She had put down half her hair, with the other half in a braid that went down her back. With a smile planted on her face she looked like an angel.
Peter stood up as she closed the door.
He gave her a quick bow and she curtsied in return.
He then put out his arm to her as Adam had earlier. She took it and they walked slowly towards the dining room.
On the way Peter noticed a chain around Wendy's neck. At the end of the chain hung an acorn with a small hole in the middle of it. It was his kiss that he had given to her. It was the kiss that had saved her life those some years ago.
Peter smiled.
Wendy may have changed, but her belief in her stories, her adventures, and of Peter Pan had never changed.
End Ch. 7
Well, how was that. Sorry it's not going any faster, but I like to take my time and spread stories out. Oh, and by the way I'm going to do some research about America at the beginning of the 20th Century, so I will know like what cities and towns were established then and stuff like that. I'm not a big history buff so it might take some time. Thanks again for all the great reviews. R&R some more PLEASE!
ByeBye