Okay, this is my first Peter Pan fanfiction, but most certainly not my first fanfiction at all. but i might be a little shaky with a new topic getting the character's personality all straight, but i've read a bunch of these fanfictions so i'm hoping it won't take me long to get in the groove of this. this chapter is pretty short and i'll try to update by tonight or at least start typing up a new chapter tonight and update tomorrow. hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan, but i do own Lyndel!

Ah, now tis the time for my silly introduction of characters. It's based on Disney's Peter Pan and the main character in this story is named Lyndel (Lynn-del) and she can't remember her last name. she's a modern day girl but had been taken aboard the Jolly Rodger by force, but she had no idea why anyone would want to kidnap her. She had absolutely nothing to her name, her parents were dead, she was sixteen and living in an orphanage, though when she was kidnapped she was out by the docks looking out to the east where America sat, even if she couldn't see it. She's got a fiery spirit and hates being treated like the basic Damsel in Distress, she can protect herself, well that's what she likes to think. Though she's tough as nails on the outside, she really can be quite the baby. If you push her the wrong way or say something she can kick your ass, but she can be the sweetest thing you've ever met and loves children. She's got a natural, innocent but shocking beauty but don't let that fool you now. She has long auburn hair with a nice bouncy volume to it. It's not straight but has one wave mid way and then at the very bottom her hair curls upright in a single curl, and it's pulled back a little with a yellow ribbon. She has cobalt blue eyes and pale creamy skin. She's petite but still has a very curvaceous figure. What her usually attire will be unless I say otherwise is a fitting, light yellow t that shows her midriff and an off-white tattered skirt that goes a little past her knees but she's able to move around in it. She can't sword fight or shoot an arrow, but she can deliver a mean right hook.

Well with all that said and done, let's get started!


Lyndel scowled. Well, she always scowled; I mean who really like mopping a forever tarnished deck? Just imagine, what a pain in the ass it would be to know that no matter how hard or how much you scrub it will never be clean, "An yet here I am, cleaning the same deck and this still god damn spot continues to taunt me every damn day!" she fussed, "One of these days I'm gonna impale Hook with that hook of his…..now if I could only think of how I am to do that." She mused, and snickering evilly at how much she would truly enjoy sticking him.

Her legs were suddenly kicked out from under her and she hit the ground with a thud, "quit yer laughin' wench and get ta werk." She rubbed her backside and scowled at the back of bill jukes head, mumbling very unladylike words, and then continued mopping.


"So…..Board," Peter said flatly, his fairy companion chiming in agreement. The sun was nearly set and Peter had been sitting around all day. It was not very often for the Never-boy to be board, and as you can guess he was not very happy with it. It was silent for a moment when he pondered out loud, "Hook has been awfully quite. Perhaps we can go do some snooping around, find out what he's up too?" peter suggested excitedly. Tinkerbelle jingled happily and they took off in direction for the Jolly Rodger.


The sun had set and her annoying work had gone with it. She collapsed onto her hammock and smiled happy that she could relax. She stood up and headed to a circular window, which she could easily fit through. But the problem with that plan was the water below it. She frowned down at it; she couldn't swim. She sighed and looked out longingly at the jungle scenery that was only but perhaps a mile and a half away. The only way she'd ever be in that lush and beautiful land was in her dreams. She smiled a little at this. She'd often have a dream, even before she was taken to Neverland. This dream always gave her confidence and hope that she would be able to get off this ship and to the island if she was strong. She closed her eyes and let the breeze blow around the front of her face softly, making her miss a small ball of light and a shadow near.

Peter flew and flattened himself against the side of the ship ready to fly up a bit more to look into Captain Hook's window, when suddenly a soft, and angelic voice filled his ears.

"I have often dreamed,

Of a far off place

Where a great warm welcome

Will be waiting for me

Where the crowds will cheer

When they see my face

And a voice keeps saying

This is where I'm meant to be

I will find my way

I can go the distance

I'll be there…..someday

If I can be strong

I know every mile

Will be worth my while

I would go most anywhere

To feel like I…..belong,"

The song and the voice which sung it entranced him as he conspicuously flew closer to where the voice was coming from and saw a very angelic face suiting the very angelic voice, 'Who is she? I've never seen her before…..' he thought as she began to sing again,

"I am on my way

I can go the distance!

I don't care how far

Somehow I'll be strong!

I will face the odds

I can go the distance!

I would go most anywhere

To find where I…..belong."

Lyndel folded her arms over the window and laid her head in them, sighing and closing her eyes. Suddenly she felt the wind stop and she felt as if something…..or someone…..

Lyndel was caught of guard when she saw in front of her a boy! Well, perhaps not a boy but a teen of about 16. At once she knew who it was for there was only one person that could fly. Peter Pan. She had never seen him before, nor had she seen a boy her age at all for quite a while. He himself had a slight bit of shock but shook it off and smiled, "Hello, there. Who are you?"

She stared at him blankly and said in monotone, "You come to my window and ask me who I am?"

His smile now went from friendly to cocky, "well I'm sure you already know who I am."

"Only because Hook talks about you all day," she replied annoyedly, at both Peter's arrogantness(a/n: not a word I know, but my story so deal! Lol) and the thought of Hook's obsession that couldn't be healthy.

Peter randomly stated, "You have a beautiful voice," taking both Lyndel and Tinkerbelle off guard, and making Lyndel blush. Tinkerbelle was shocked for a different reason other than it being random. Peter Pan did not compliment anyone but himself.

"Thank you," Lyndel replied meekly.

"Sooo, are you going to tell me your name then?" Peter Pan inquired.

"Lyndel."

"Lyndel," he repeated as if inspecting it and making sure it was worthy for it to come out of his mouth. He snapped out of whatever he was thinking and smiled excitedly at her, "Lyndel come with me! You must meet the lost boys! Surely you cannot like it here?"

His randomness was started to make her head spin and then she answered, "I'm insulted you even asked that." She said and then stepped back and very unsure.

"Lyndel, you shouldn't have anything to think about. Come, you could be the Lost Boys' mother! Or even become a Lost Girl! You could sing for them, play with them—

She cut him off, realization hitting her, "Wait…..Lost Boys as in, little children!"

"…..Yes….." she flew to the window and grasped his hand and huge smile on her face.

"Lead the way!" Peter beamed and he helped her out of the small window, fascinated that she could fit through and cradled her Bridal style and flew off. He couldn't help thinking how warm she felt and how he felt that if he held too tight she might break in half. They reached Hangman's Tree and he dropped her in and she screamed a little and he jumped in after her, only when he was about to hit the floor he flew up. He saw Lyndel lying spread eagle on the floor, an irritated look on her face and she stuck out her bottom lip and let out some hair, to blow a strand of hair out of her face. He chuckled.

Lyndel sat up and saw six boys now staring at her. They looked at her to Peter; then her again, and then Peter. Then all at once:

"Oh look! It's a girl! Are you our new mother?"

"Why are you dressed like that? Is that what you girls are sleeping in nowadays?"

"How old are you?"

"Do you know stories?"

"You're not going to give us medicine are you?"

She stood up and brushed herself off casually and answered the questions, " I suppose I could be, I'm dressed like this because it's all I have been given so yes I do sleep in it, I'm 16, yes I know stories, and if the occasion calls for it I suppose I have to give you medicine."

Cheers and chatters broke out amongst the boys and then Peter silenced them, "Alright Boys, introduce yourselves then be off to bed, I'm sure Lyndel is tired."

"Lyndel," the six said simultaneously just as Peter had. One in Fox skin stepped forward and bowed.

"I'm slightly."

"Hello slightly."

A larger boy in a bear cubs skin stepped forward, "I'm Cubbie."

"Pleasure to meet you."

A semi-shorter boy than slightly stepped forward in a rabbits skin, "I'm Nibs."

"Nice to meet you."

Two identical twins stepped forward in raccoon skins, "we're the twins." They said in unison. She smiled.

"Hello there."

A small boy cam forward in a skunk's skin, "I'm Tootles." He said meekly.

She smiled lovingly at him, "Hello Tootles."

They all bowed in unison and then scurried off to their rooms, leaving Peter and Lyndel. Oh! And a near by Tinkerbelle.

"Just walk straight ahead," Peter began, "It's my room. You can stay in there, I'll sleep in my hammock."

Lyndel frowned, "That doesn't sound fair—

Peter vigorously shook his head, "I don't mind. Besides, I plan on taking you on a tour of the whole island tomorrow, and I'll tell the boys make some changes to the tree to make your room. It's a very large tree so there's plenty of room."

"Thank you Peter," she nodded and said goodnight and walked through the bearskin. She saw the huge bed and laid down and sighed contently. She had not slept on a bed in so long. She fell asleep in moments.

so how was it? i would like at least 2 reviews before i update to know SOMEONE is reading it. please do!