A person no longer a boy but not yet a man, sat at the edge of a cliff over-looking the harbor where the Jolly Roger was anchored. It was hard for him, sitting and waiting. He was not the least bit patient. This task though, required patience and the outcome was well worth the trouble. It shouldn't be long now. He told himself, drumming his fingers on the rock to distract his energy.
"Peeeeeeterrrrrrrrr!" His name soared up from below. The hook-handed man shrieked again, "I'll get you for this!"
Peter Pan flew off his perch and over the water, a triumphant smirk spread across his boyish face. "Just try, Hook!" He waited in the air one more moment, admiring his handy work. A large letter "P" was carved into the main sail of the ship. Peter laughed heartily before making his way back to his home.
I can't wait to tell the boys about this! Peter was preparing his story in his head. He always tended to exaggerate. When he reached the hideout he knew something was wrong down below. He could hear the Lost Boys shouting and making a racket. It wasn't all that uncommon for them to be fighting, even more so now that they were older. Peter sighed. His gallant tale would have to wait.
He slid silently into the hole that took him to the center of the tree. At the sight of their leader, the Lost Boys stopped talking. For once, Peter thought, just the sight of me sends them into submission. He looked at the faces of the boys. They didn't all look ashamed as they usually did once he gave them a talk. They looked excited and Toodles looked mad. They know something I don't and I don't like it.
"Peter," Curly said and they all stepped aside. Now a girl's smiling face was the only one before him. Who is this? Is it Wendy? She doesn't look like Wendy.
"Peter," she said quietly, as if she could read his mind. "It's me, your sister. Abby."
Peter was shocked. He waited for some emotion to come. At first none did, just shock. Then anger slowly began to creep into his veins. "Where is Spring?" He started walking around the room, picking up pillows and ducking under beds.
"She isn't here. She had to go home," Abby said. She looked concerned.
"She was not supposed to do this." Peter threw a pillow at the wall and continued to look around the room frantically. The Lost Boys stood where they were and watched in astonishment.
Abby ran over to her older brother. She grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to look at her. "Peter, what is the matter with you? I am your sister. I haven't seen, or heard from you, in ten years."
What am I doing? He asked him self dazedly. I finally have my sister again. "Oh, Abbs, I'm sorry." Peter hugged his sister as she cried into his chest. His stomach tightened with a strange feeling. Why doesn't this feel right? Peter knew why. His own little sister was a stranger to him and it was his own fault.
"Abby, I…," Peter's apology withered on his tongue.
"Let's not talk about it." He could tell Abby too, felt uncomfortable about discussing what had taken place.
Peter nodded and stood up. "What are you waiting for boys? We're having a party!"
They all cheered. Abby smiled and quickly wiped away her tears.