"I have to get something. I'll be right back." He got a silvery disk from his pocket. After placing it on the deck, an ovular, blue star field appeared. He stepped through and is dissipated. A few moments later, he reappeared with a sliver suet case.

"What's that for?" one of the lost boys asked.

"It's something to take care of a… Problem. Oh, your equivalents should be showing up any moment." Petor set the case on the deck, opened it and put together his collapsible sniper. It had a thirty six inch barrel, sixty caliber, bolt action, with a 44x m scope. It was modified to fire a variety of munitions, he chose the explosive clip. After the assembly was complete, the gun loaded, a similar transport to his own was activated. Six people stepped out. "Lost boys, this is my crew. Soya," He looked at a girl with tight shorts and a belly baring tank top. She, as with all the others, had an attire of all black. "The Twins." He looked at two identical twins with long, blond hair, each with duel pistols. They wore mini skirts and t-shirts. "There's my best friend, Daggers," He looked at a boy with jeans, T and cape. "There's Eagle Eye." He looked at a slightly tanned boy, with a normal jacket and pants with a long ranged high powered sniper rifle with a scope like Petor's, only his gun could fire farther than the scope would allow you to see. "And finally, Cain," He had a cane, dark ebony, and was covered with a cloak.

"So," Eagle Eye said," Where's this business you have to take care of?"

"Crock." Petor stated, plane and simple.

"Oh, come on, couldn't I take him out?"

"No, I want to do it."

"Fine." With that, a loud ticking could be heard. He troop walked up to him on the side of the deck. The crock was a mere 100 yards away and coming fast. Petor put the scope to his eye, "Childs play," he said before pulling the trigger. It was only ten yards away from the vessel when the shell intruded its skull. It writhed and twisted. Then, in an attempt to exact revenge, it leaped out of the water towards its murdered. The lost boys ducked for cover, but Petor and his crew stood still, staring down the flying crocodile. Petor could be heard, saying softly as it flew, "Three… two… One." At one, the animal exploded, launching meat and blood on the ship, and the teens standing there.

"All, right, we'd better get out of here. This ship is about to burn up. Twins Get the bikes, Lost boys, I'm sure you can fly out of here, everyone else…"

"You guys can't fly though." Petor picked up his scabbard and sheathed his sword.

"No, we can fly, just se if you kiddies can catch up." Peter and the lost boys shot into the sky. Shortly after, the twins fallowed with the two captured mobiles and everyone else activated concealed jet packs. They soon sped past their counterparts, and Tinkerbelle. The got the hideout long before the others.

While waiting, the investigated and divide up the weapons in the commandeered vessels. After the were complete, the Lost Boy landed. Peter stormed to his other and yelled.

"Look, who do you think you are coming in here and giving orders?"

"On I think I'm older, and two, I think I'm you superior."

The lost boys gasped, peter fumed on, "Fine I challenge you!"

Petor waved him off and walked away, saying "Ya sure kid whatever, just let us get cleaned up a little first." Peter flew in front of him, sword drawn and pointed at his neck.

"No, now!"

"Fine, whatever," Peter rolled his eyes, "If I win, you give me complete control of you and your… troops."

"And, if I win."

Petor smiled, "Kill me."

"Taken." They began their fight. Both swords were drawn; Petor was going to show no mercy, it really wasn't fair since the kid was only thirteen or so. Petor started with a fake to the neck which Peter blocked, but he was too late and his side was hit hard. After that, Petor deliver swift, hard stabs and slashed to his stomach, legs and sides. Peter's opponent was too quick. The match was over before thirty seconds was up. "Now, are you ready to acknowledge the fact that I'm better and can lead your kids, or do I have to bead some more sense in you?"

Peter was battered, bruised, and on the verge of tears. "Fine, just go." Petor's crew hiked to the pond to clean off. Upon arrival, all jumped in, getting their clothes clean. After a while, they took them off to reveal their bathing suits, all but Cain, who soon went back out of the water to meditate on a rock. The girls wore various two piece bikinis and the two boys had trunks. They had a blast and were splashing and playing as the lost boys showed up. One even ventured to quietly ask Cain why he wasn't fallowing suit.

He replied, "I have no need for such childish activities." After which he made another rock levitate of the ground. He made it got the pond, letting it drop to create a giant title wave. Soya waded over to Petor. She jumped at him. He caught her in mid air. They embraced and kissed. The lost boys let out a collective "Ewe!" After they finished, They continued to play.