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Chapter 13
Peter easily moved just before the bullet blasted a hole through the stone where he had been sitting. He looked at Hook, surprised that he had even managed to get that close to killing him. Peter then flew forward and engaged in a swordfight with Hook immediatley. I clutched my sword tightly and watched them with my hand against the wall. I was so worried about Peter that I didn't notice a pirate striding up to me. I saw him moving out of the corner of my eye when he got to where I was, and brought up my sword to meet his as he brought his down. His dirty face looked a little flabbergasted because I'd been so quick. Then he shook off his shock and smirked at me, his disgusting breath on my face.
"Why don't you behave and I won't hurt you- give up." he sneered. I swung my sword at him, which he dodged; I spun and our swords clashed. We paused a moment. He said threateningly, "Maybe your ears don't work so well..." I wrinkled my nose and replied with an insolent smirk on my face, "Yeah, too bad my nose works just fine..." His face contorted and he swung at me again, and I sidestepped that blow quickly also, pivoting and swinging upwards, slicing a gash into the pirate's face. The blood on his face glistened, and he flipped out his pistol and shot at me, hitting my sword blade. The blade fell off the hilt, and as he was about to shoot me again, I chucked my hilt at his forehead, and it hit him with a clunk. He fell backwards as I stepped towards him, taking his sword. "Down for the count..." I chuckled, and went down the molding stone stairs. I glanced over to Peter; he was busy fending off Hook. I looked down to where the boys were hostage...oddly enough, there was a girl with them, and judging by her clothing, she was an Indian. They were chained to a rock, with the water rising fast The other pirates were cheering Hook from behind a cannon. I thought of as many happy thoughts as I could, and flew to the top of the castle. I flew along the ceiling, and no one looked up until I had reached the end where the boys (and girl) were. I slid down the wall behind the pirates and crawled my way around them. Then I slid into the icy cold water on the side and swam carefully to where my brothers were tied. I felt around for my dagger, tied to my leg, and cut them free. We all ducked under water at an example from the Indian girl, and swam to a small cave in the water where the pirates couldn't see us. Once we had caught our breath, we swam under water some more to reach the back of a rock, where we could climb up and not be seen. I looked up at Peter, who was held in Hook's grasp.
Hook yelled, "Ready?" The pirates nodded. "FIRE!" screamed Hook, and the pirates let the cannon ball loose as Hook spun Peter away from him. I realized, through my horror, that the "cannonball" was a net, and Peter was caught in it. It dropped straight into the water, and I screamed, "Get that boat!" All the boys jumped into a boat right off the rock, and I cried, "Now turn it around! Quickly!" They tried to turn it around as fast as they could, but I knew it wouldn't be quick enough. I dove into the below freezing water and swam as fast as I could to where Peter fell in the water. I dove and felt around, then opened my eyes, I grabbed a rope, and I could see Peter stuggling to stay afloat- to no avail. I pulled upwards as hard as I could, but it didn't work. He turned to me, feeling the tug, and smiled. I wish he wouldn't, I had to concentrate, and he was dying, the idiot! I suddenly thought of the dagger on my leg, and pulled it off me too quickly- I felt the sting of a cut. I cut Peter free and swam to the top with him. He grinned at me after we had both come up gasping for air, and I said, "Come on, there's no time for silliness." he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward shore. I pulled myself up, but had to help him; he had no strength to after pulling me and struggling to stay up. We both sat there, gasping for breath still. Peter stared into my eyes, and I into his. Then I saw Hook come up behind Peter from the corner of my eye.
"Peter, look out!" I tried to shove him out of the way, but Hook grabbed him, pulling him up roughly by his hair. I had no strength to get up, all I could do was glare at Hook with silent tears flowing down my face. Hook stared down at me pitilessly and threw Peter to the cold stone next to me. I gazed at Peter; he was going to die, we were both sure of it. He looked at me, and all the Lost Boys and the Indian girl were watching. They looked away. I would not look away, I did not want to do that to Peter. I suddenly threw myself over Peter, just as Hook was about to strike into his heart. I grabbed Peter, and through some unknown reserve of strength, flew out of the castle and onward until I spotted a small rock, hoping that I could get to the rock before I passed out. I flew until I came to the rock, and the moment my feet hit the stone, I blacked out.