Peter turned in his flight, peering down at the deck below him. Pirates wandered all over the place, hauling this around and working at other tasks. Hook walked out of an open doorway, a fierce scowl across his face as he shoved someone out of his way.

"There's Hook." Peter rasped. His throat tightening at the red glint on Hook's hook. "I'm going around the ship to check the portholes. Don't do anything unless you hear me crow. When I do I want you to create the best diversion you can, understand?"

He turned his fiery green eyes upon his lost boys. Toodles and Nibs had been left behind to take care of the worlders, but he'd hauled Slightly, Curly, and the Twins along as backup. The four boys nodded and Peter veered down towards the ocean and the ship floating atop it.

After a few minutes of searching, Peter found an occupied chamber. The shaggy haired teen froze as he looked into the darkness of the room beyond the glass porthole. A limp figure was chained to the wall by its wrists. Peter tapped gently on the glass and the figure raised its head to reveal deep, fathomless brown eyes and a very bruised face. Fresh red blood stained the girl's chin and her forehead above the left eye.

Peter felt a primal anger rise in his chest at the fear in her narrowed eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes suddenly widened in recognition and flooded with relief.

'Peter!' The name echoed through Angie's mind as she looked into a pair of big green eyes that shown with anger and concern. After a few moments, the face disappeared, only to be replaced with a green booted foot, which hit the glass twice before a hand shot through the hole and caught the transparent sphere before it could break.

Peter Pan eased his way into the room and to Angie's side as her heart leapt into her throat. "Are you alright?" He asked in a low voice. Angie nodded and her rescuer set to work on the chains that bound her wrists. Ten minutes later, Angie threw herself against his chest as she fought back a sob. "Angel?" He muttered into her hair.

"I'm okay. I'm just glad you're here." She answered quietly, pulling away from him. Peter immediately felt the loss of her body heat and took her hand, leading her to the empty porthole.

"You go through first, I'll follow you okay?" Angie nodded and he helped her out the window before lowering her to the water carefully and flying out himself. Peter scooped the now-wet girl into him arms and flew straight up into the clouds where the lost boys waited.

"That was slightly too quick, Peter!" The blond boy in the fox-suit cried, hovering close. "Did everything go alright?"

Peter nodded and held Angie, who was shivering, closer to his chest. "Yeah. I don't think Hook expected us to realize she was missing this fast. Anyway, we should get moving before henotices she's gone."

The boys nodded and led the way back to the tree house where a group of nervous worlders awaited news of their best friend, and big sister's, fate and health.

"So, that's it? He just asked a bunch of questions?"

"Yes. That's all." Angie quietly assured her friends.

"Are you sure that's all?" Crystal asked. "He didn't do anything to you?"

Angie nodded, unable to speak or even to meet her friend's eyes.

Rayne rolled her eyes and hugged her red-haired friend gently. "You know you can tell us anything, right?"

Angie nodded again and Crystal groaned. "Angel, you're my best friend. I think I know when you're lying."

Angie looked up at her friend, a closed, carefully blank, expression on her face. "I don't know what you're talking about." She whispered past the lump of fear in her throat. If they knew what had happened to her on that ship, they'd freak and start to worry even more.

Breeze pushed his sister aside and knelt beside Crystal. "I'd know that look anywhere, Gigi. It's the same look you wore after the Valentine's dance. Remember? You told me what happened then and I helped you. It's the same thing this time isn't it?"

Angie stared into his Ocean-Blue eyes and fought against her warring emotions. Finally, she broke into sobs and threw herself into him. Breeze wrapped his arms around her and rocked back and forth, rubbing her back and whispering to her that everything would be okay.

The other two girls just turned to each other with identically confused expressions and shrugged before leaving the room to give their friends some privacy.

Peter watched the exchange between Breeze and Angie from the window, holding his breath as the two started talking.

"So, I'm right?"

"Yeah. You are."

Breeze sighed and held his friend closer, resting his chin on her head. "I'm sorry. I wish I had been there to stop him. I would've-!"

"No." Angie interrupted him, quietly. "It- it wasn't Hook." Breeze felt his breath catch as she continued. "It was one of the crew. When they were supposed to be chaining me up, he was holding me down and the others were getting everything ready. I tried to sit up and he hit me. I smacked my head into the wall and he started running his hands over me. He slid one hand up my skirt and started touching me there. I started screaming for him to stop but he didn't listen. He just started laughing and-"

She broke off with another sob and clung to the –ahem- strange boy's shirt. "I was so scared, Breeze. I didn't know what to do. I- I couldn't-"

Breeze shushed her and just held her close, letting his Angel cry herself out.

Outside the window, Peter felt his eyes narrow into dangerous slits at the girl's confession. Those bastards's would pay for what they'd done, and they'd never get another opportunity to hurt anyone if he had anything to say about it. Peter turned and flew off towards the Jolly Roger where it was anchored a mile away from Mermaid Lagoon.