Okay, sorry this took sooo long to update I was looking at my written copy and saw so many things that needed to be changed. But thank you for waiting and I will try not to be so long next time.

The only characters I own are Kayla and Sarah, and a few upcoming characters. I don't own any characters from Peter Pan.

Chapter 3

Escaping the Jolly Roger

I was awoken of my sleep by the annoying child-like light, shining brighter than ever before as if to say "Isn't it a wonderful day!". I groaned in reply and unwillingly opened my eyes.

"I might as well have a look around while I'm here."

On the wall to my right were bowls, plates, cooking pans, and utensils held clumsily on the three wall to wall shelves, some broken, and others very warped and old. The remaining shelves contained a few bottles of rum, wine, and a few barrels of fresh water.

The majority of the wall to my left was beaten and left with nothing to hold except for a rack and a door. The rack held several weapons that peaked and poked their way through a few jackets. The door was a wreck, about to break from its hinges from drunken battles and it looked like Swiss cheese with all the bullet holes inlayed into the wood.

The rest of the room contained broken pots, some barrels of gunpowder, and other unidentified objects. Directly across from me, in the middle of all the mess, lay Kayla still unconscious.

"I've got to find some way that we can get out of here, and quick." I thought to myself

I didn't want to walk right out of that door until I knew what was on the other side, but the door was probably locked anyway. The only other option was a circular window just big enough for someone to escape out of. But that idea was useless until I could find a way to cut the ropes binding my hands and feet.

I took another look around the room. I then remembered the swords hanging onto the rack

"It's worth a try."

I turned myself around so that I was facing the wall, and then pushed myself away from it with my feet. I slid the rest of the way until I finally reached my destination. I lifted my hands up as far as they would go and- and felt nothing. I turned my head and saw that the swords were another good 5 in. above me. I cursed a bit under my breath, and brought my arms down, hopeless.

"OWWW!" I gave a sudden yelp in pain as my hand came across something very sharp sticking out from the wall. I looked behind me and found a nail with a sharp edge to the side.

"If that was sharp enough to cut my hand, maybe it will be sharp enough to cut this rope."

I immediately took action, and after several tries of scraping the nail against the binding rope (and sometimes missing) I finally felt the bonds release their grip.

I then worked on untying the knot holding my feet together by my ankles. Soon both of the ropes were lying beside me as I massaged my aching wrists and ankles. Once I felt a little more circulation in my wrists and ankles, I went to wake Kayla.

"Psst, Kayla, wake up!" I said as I gave her a few firm tugs on the shoulder.

"Huh.. what.." Kayla mumbled as she began to come out of her slumber.

Once she was fully awake, she turned around and I worked the knot apart until she too was free.

Next, we started to build a step up to the window, making sure to be especially quiet as we made every move. There wasn't a lot to build with since just about everything was broken, but we managed to find a few boxes and crates that would suit for the steps. We stacked them up in the form of an increasing bar graph, and soon we had our escape built.

Kayla stepped up and looked out first.

"I see land a little while off, if we are unseen, we could swim there." She said as she brought her head back in.

Kayla was walking up the steps when we heard footsteps coming this way. They were loud, and sounded like they were carting a very large person, most likely very strong. We froze where we were, staring at the door as the footsteps got closer and then stopped. Not sure if he was gone or not we slowly walked up the steps, our eyes still glued to the door. Kayla had one hand on the window when we heard another noise, the sound of keys, fumbling to open the lock. We wasted no time to escape. Kayla made a quick jump out the window and I jumped out just as I heard the door creak open.