Angie stared down into the rocky sea below her. It would be so easy to step off the cliff and just fall and fall until she woke up. With a sigh, the red haired girl turned and walked away from the edge. She wouldn't wake up. This wasn't just some silly dream. It was real. Everything, from the morning sky above her head to the trees around her to the grass below her feet, it was all really, really real.

She plopped down in the grass and let her body fall limp, watching as the long, unkempt blades crashed together above her, effectively hiding her from anyone that might be looking. A cricket crept up a single blade of grass, sneaking after some minute creature on which it would feed. A croaking sound reached the cricket's senses and Angie's ears as the tiny brown insect abandoned it's meal-to-be and leapt away in search of safer territory.

Angie could hear the calls of a songbird as it tried desperately to attract a mate; the sound of a bear somewhere in the distance as it summoned its cubs; the loud, happy bugle of an elk bellowing a good morning to his herd. Angie laughed ruefully. A good morning indeed. What was so good about being in a place that wasn't supposed to exist while your mother was lying six feet beneath the ground being turned into worm-chow and your father lay unconscious in a hospital, teetering on the edge of life and death.

"Since when am I a pessimist?" She mumbled to herself. "It's not like I'm the one lying in a white room on a starched bed with a million tubes sticking out of me."

She lay in silence for a moment more before realizing that the sounds of the peaceful morning had frozen. A twig snapped nearby, the tiny noise of it echoing in a threatening manner throughout the clearing. She willed her body not to move, lest the intruder discover her hiding place.

Another sound pervaded her ears. It was subtle, quiet. It didn't echo like the twig. But she knew it. She knew that sound. It was the same thing she'd heard before her mother's death, before her father had fallen to the ground. It was the sound of metal scraping against metal. It was the sound of a hook pulling a pistol from its holster. It was the sound of the infamous Captain Hook, come to finish a job he had begun in another world.

Peter bent low to peer at an odd marking on the ground. It looked like it had been dug in a desperate attempt to… to what?

All around him, the forest was still. The heavy scent of gun smoke filled the clearing with an ominous foreboding. Peter raised his shaggy head and looked around, freezing as his eyes fell upon a dead tree, its fallen trunk stained with red fluid.

The original lost boy sprinted for the once-living vegetation. As he neared the rotting wood, he took in the sight of the blood stained earth. A scrap of red material was caught beneath a small rock. Gasping he bent to retrieve the silky fabric. "Hook." Peter hissed angrily. Turning his fierce eyes towards the ocean, the teen growled deep in his throat, an animalistic instinct flaring up inside him. "You'll pay for this, Codfish."

With those few final words, he leapt into the air, heading back to the tree house to rouse his lost boys and retrieve his golden sword.

Angie moaned as the ship rocked beneath her, her stomach rolling in protest. In the darkness, she could barely make out the pair of manacles that held her arms above her head and the shackles about her ankles. Heavy boots paced outside the door and suddenly stopped. An angry voice demanded that the cell be opened and the guard quickly obeyed.

Light filled the room and Angie scrunched her eyes against it, trying to make out the figure that strode towards her. "Well, well." A sickeningly sweet voice came. "What have we here? A bit of flotsam that was cast upon the deck or is it a stranded mer-child who's lost her way? Or perhaps…" The voice now growled in fierce hatred. "Perhaps it's Peter Pan's newest friend." The last word was spat out like it was the foulest of curses as a gloved hand jerked her head up by the hair.

Angie glared at the pale, bearded face before hocking a logy and launching it into her captor's eye. The pale, dark haired pirate backed up sharply and cried out frustration, wiping Angie's saliva from his face. "You filthy little girl." He hissed. "Do you have any idea how angry you have made me?"

Angie shrugged as well as she could in her position. "Judging by your tone you aren't all that angry. If you were you'd be yelling and kicking and screaming right now. After all, isn't that what a "Mamma's Boy" does? Pitch fits if he doesn't get his way?"

The pirate captain slammed the back of his open hand across her face, the force snapping her head to the side painfully. "Looks like I was right." She muttered, glaring at him out the corner of her eye. "You're nothing but a spoiled brat in a grown body."

The man jerked her head back towards him and brandished his wicked hook of a hand before her bruised face. "Do you see this hook, girl?" He demanded. "This is my motivation for destroying Pan and all his little friends."

'Again with the tone…' Angie thought to herself with a mental laugh. She loved making him anger, though it probably wasn't good for her health.

"Do you know what this hook can do, my dear?" He questioned. Angie's eyes narrowed as he ran said hook down her cheek, pressing barely enough to leave a thin scratch down her flesh. At the edge of her jaw, the weapon stopped its procession and bit into the flesh lightly before being ripped away, the very tip red with her blood. 'Making this guy made is definitely not good for my health.'

"It can rip open your spleen or give you a new crimson mouth if you don't answer my questions properly!" He roared, slamming her head against the wall.

Angie bit her lip to keep from crying out as her eyesight flared with stars. "Now." The captain started. "My first question. Where is Pan?" Angie didn't answer and he slapped her again. "We'll get back to that one then. Number two. Where is Pan's hide-out?" No answer. SLAP! "Number three. Where has Pan hidden my treasure?" Silence. SLAP! SLAP! "Number. Four."

His voice was low and agitated. "What are Pan's weaknesses?" Angie didn't speak, just grit her teeth against the spinning of the room and the leaping of her stomach. BAM! He rammed his fist against the side of the ship's hull. Angie leapt at the noise and the pirate's cold, black eyes turned on her again.

"I will return this evening as the sun sets." He pointed his hand towards the porthole as he hissed. "You have until then to decide whether or not you will answer my questions. I've no use for a woman with a silent tongue aboard this ship. Though, my men would most eagerly accept your presence. I suggest you come up with some answers. And quickly. You have four hours. Good afternoon." With that, the foul creature spun on his heel and stormed from the room, leaving her staring out the porthole in fear.

Hehe… I finished this one sooner than expected. WAY Sooner… Well, Chapter Five won't be long. Hope you guys enjoy!