I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, kind of got writers block (I just had to get over this part, and it's all down hill from here.) I made an extra long one for the wait, hope you like it!
Your Sitting On My Sleeve!
Muttering curses under his breath Peter tried in vain to untie the ropes. Finally giving up he gave a frustrated sigh, positioning himself farther from the unconscious girl.
He looked forlornly around his settings, he was tied to a support in the middle of the under level of the ship, there was nothing in the room besides the trunk and that odd looking book. The book was sliding around on the trunk with the swaying of the boat, Peter followed it with his eyes concentrating on reading the cover.
A cry of pain broke his trance, peering around the large wooden pole he looked at Kari, wincing as she uncomfortably shifted positions. The cut above was still bleeding slightly, but why she cried out was a mystery to him.
"You shouldn't fidget, it will tighten the ropes and that won't be good on ether of us." Kari jumped at the sound of his voice, wincing as the pain crept up her arm again. Peter turned back toward his wall, slumping on the support with a tired sigh.
Not even heeding his warning Kari still fidgeted, concentrating on slipping under the ropes.
"Ouch! What did you do that for?" Peter slid toward her looking warily at her. Ashamed Kari glanced at the floor, trying desperately to seem sorry.
An uncomfortable silence passed between them, Kari tapping her fingers on the wood under the ropes as Peter just sat there. Peter shifted some more picking at the ropes.
"Pardon me, but your sitting on my sleeve." Kari's slight British accent showed through as she tried pulling her sleeve. The boy gave out a kind-hearted laugh and scooted over, moving off of her rather large sleeve. Kari gave a small laugh, the first one since—
Suddenly she stopped, she tried desperately to stop the tears but they came anyway. Peter gaped, his mouth opening and closing in shock. First sleeves, then a laugh, and then all the sudden crying? This was too much for the uneducated boy to fathom; franticly he fidgeted racking his brain for ways to stop girls from crying.
Finally resorting to nervously saying he was very sorry and trying to comfort her, but to no avail.
She wasn't wailing like a baby, thank goodness, but tears were spilling from her eyes nonetheless. It looked worse because of the fact that her poor hands were tied to the ropes refraining her from wiping her eyes.
The whole days events flashed before Kari's eyes, it was all to much, from dieing to all of a sudden coming to this place, being capture, and the worst part was that everything was reminding her of her unwanted past.
The bang echo across the small room, reaching the depths of the corners and bouncing back. Kari stopped mid sniffle and winced.
"Well, well, well, look who just woke up." The shadow sneered at them; the pair glanced at each other in the cheesiness of his words.
"I've finally caught you two, and in no time at that." Giving an evil smile to his crewmate standing at the door. He put his fingertips together, taping them in a habit forming way, slowly walking around the pair tied to the wooden pole. Each followed his every move with their eyes, both trying to figure out who it was.
Laughing evilly he swung his hands behind his back, standing taller and striking a formal pose, "The legendary Peter Pan, and his cohort Kari LeFay. Much debated Peter Pan and Kari LeFay. Kari LeFay along with her friend Peter." Stringing the words together on his tongue, he played with the words in his mind, rolling over and over and over and over an-
Peter grunted and gave a frustrated and annoyed sigh, glaring at the menace before them. "Are you going to get to the point? Or will we get the honor of listening to you all day?"
The villain scoffed, glaring back at the boy, quickly leaning over he hit the pole with his hook, inches away from Peter's face. The fey didn't even blink, just yawned and stated it had already been done.
Pulling his hand away, but before he could go on, he reached over and plucked the hook from the wood and placed it over his hand.
"Why have a hook if you already have two hands?" Kari stated in a curious accented voice.
"It feels comfortable, plus it looks rocking… I mean it looks nice." The pair glanced at each other again and raised their eyebrows.
"Cotton, get the torches lit, it's a bit dark in here." Playing with the lace on his sleeve he adjusted his collar, taking another formal pose as the lights flickered on.
Kari and Peter almost burst out laughing, they had to hide their red faces to keep from splitting their sides.
Standing before them was no Captain Hook. His curly black wig was falling off, a fake Hook costume adorned his body, and it looked too tight and uncomfortable. It looked to be a rabid Peter Pan/Captain Hook fan, trying to relive the glory days. The man looked to be about 28 years old and not very good-looking either.
They both started giggling like mad, until they saw who was standing in the doorway.
This chapter seemed a little boring, I hope I'm wrong, anyway:
Yuki Asao: I want to say how much I understand, I sometimes get the same feeling, don't worry I think it's natural. Your story has a fine plot, and good grammer etc. I hope you get some more readers! No hard feelings? we can put this whole thing behind us. I'm sorry for the way I acted too, I just got mad, do you forgive me? Friends?
Eva Sumpter: Nice name! hehe... thanks for the encouragment! Hope you liked this chapter!
Yours till the rock rolls,
Shannon (jeremy-sumpter-girl)