You just HAD to tell him!
Of all the things you could have said and you pick 'grow up'.
YOU TOLD PETER PAN TO GROW UP! PETER PAN! You. Are. An. IDIOT! And just look where it's got you!
"Thanks for reminding me," Riley Parkerson grumbled to herself out loud as her brain continued to mentally lecture her. She really was in quite the predicament. She was lost. In the middle of nowhere. With an injured shoulder. In the dark.
I really should have thought this out better..
This was not good. Definitely not good.
Idiot, Idiot, Idiot!
She smacked her head. Multiple times. Hard.
Oy..
Turning in circles she scanned the area. She could barely see past a few feet in front of her. She had long past the illuminating glow of the street lights and now missed them, very much so. It was just well, black! Not even the moon and the stars seemed to produce any light. It seemed every single god created was out to get her tonight. What did I ever do!?
'Well, you did tell a childhood idle to grown up,' her mind sang.
"Shut up," she sang right back aloud. She stopped, at the sound of her own voice and grunted. Oh great. Now I'm talking to myself. She sighed.
I wish Peter were here.. She straightened at the sudden thought.
No I don't! The right side of her mind screamed.
Yes you do! The left side retaliated just as quick.
It was an all out mental war.
I don't need him! I can survive without him! Hell, I lived with my drunk mother for 7 years, this is nothing compared to that! I am just lost in a bit of dark. That's all. A bit of dark...
..okay, a lot of dark. Still nothing I can't handle. I'm sixteen. Almost seventeen! I'm pretty much an adult! I don't need a stubborn, egotistical, flying fairy tale character to look after me! I can face the dark! I'm not afraid. No siree! No me! I'm just fi-AHHHHHHH!
Riley jumped behind what she assumed to be a bench as a sudden rustle sounded beside her.
WHAT WAS THAT!?
Slowly, she peeked her head up from behind the bench gazing in the direction the noise had come from. There. In the dark not far away was something. Yes, definitely something. Something..small?.. and round? Was that round? Round-ish? It was to dark to tell, but possibly...
It let out another sound. Riley ended her observation abruptly, ducking back behind the bench again. This is SO not cool. Curiosity getting the best of her, she cautiously raised her head up again just enough so her eyes could peer out. It was still there. The small, round-ish, something. She squinted her eyes, trying her best to see the 'something' better through the darkness. The 'something' flapped it's wings and cooed once more.
Hold up.
Wings? Cooed?
Her eyes widened.
WINGS!! COOS!! OH! OH! I KNOW THIS!! BIRDS!!! But what kind of birds?
Riley's mouth dropped open. Birds...birrddd..I know this..come on...think.. birrddss- "PIGEONS!" she yelled out in realization springing up from behind the bench. The pigeons fluttered there wings at the outburst. Her hands flew to her mouth and she lowed herself back behind the bench again. Baaaad, very bad. Don't do that again. She nodded her head agreeing with herself.
Riley's eyes focused on the group of pigeons, which had luckily, not fluttered that far away. Her mind raced. The Eye.. What if? Just maybe..
Her neck craned forward and her eyes targeted on the wretched little creature's beak. It was impossible to tell, though. She was too far away, and it was too dark to tell. She needed to be closer.
Tentatively, she inched her way around the bench and closer to the subject in question. The pigeons roused as she grew closer, but luckily, they being the stupid birds they are, did little else. Once in front of the birds, she froze and stared, searching for any sign of the marble-like ball known as the Eye of Neverland. It had to be here. It just had to! She could almost feel it.
And sure enough, as her gaze passed onto the very last pigeon in the group, there it was: the Eye of Neverland.
What luck! Riley could have laughed out loud. It was unbelievable! It had to have been fate! There was no other way to explain it. What were the chances of finding the exact pigeon you were searching for and it still holding the Eye? Yet there it was. Right in front of her very eyes!
Now, that one problem had been resolved, there was another. Now, she had to actually get the Eye. Easier said then done.
She began to move forward again, even slower then before. She wasn't going to take any chances. She was not going to let that bloody bird get away again. Just a little closer and she could make her move.
"Here birdie, birdie, birdie," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Come to Riley you brainless, flying, BIRD!!" She pounced at her pray, then became lost in a frenzy of feathers and coos as the unaware pigeons took to the skies. But to her own surprise, as a cloud of feathers cleared, her pigeon struggled in her grip as she held it by it's back feathers. This time she did laugh. Madly too. She had done it! She had actually caught the stupid bird! She was fighting hard to keep hold of it though. The squirming bird was not making it easy to get a good grip, especially as the feathers she held on to kept plucking out. But she was NOT going to let the thing get away. She would cry if it did.
The pigeon almost freed itself from her grasp, but she quickly leapt forward onto it again, rolling onto the cold, hard street in the process. She let out a soft cry, landing on her injured shoulder, but the injury was quickly forgotten again in determination to get the Eye.
The pigeon fluttered its wings madly as she squeezed her hands around t's body.
"JUST DROP THE EYE ALREADY!" she screamed at it. But no matter how hard she clung onto the bird, it didn't drop the Eye. "LET GO!" The more she yelled at it, the harder it seemed to hold onto the Eye.
Suddenly, a faint light in the distance was caught from the corner of her eye, but she dismissed it and continued to roll around on the ground with the bird, fighting. A few seconds later though, the light became brighter. And it became hard to ignore it. Making sure she had the pigeon held soundly in her arms, she risked a glance upward. She was wrong. It was not just a light. It was two lights, accompanied by a sound known distinctly as a horn.
Riley's eyes grew to the size of a baseball.
CAR!!
She swore. No! Not now! Not this moment! She was so close! She had the bloody bird in her hands! She couldn't just let go! But that seemed to be the only option. She couldn't run with the bird. It was either let go..or well get hit!
Who knew that could be such a hard decision.
Her heart raced, right a long with her hands as she seemed to be choking the life out of the poor bird trying to make it let go. "COME ON!! LET GO!!" The headlights loomed closer, the horn honked louder. "COME ON!!!" Riley had to move, and she had to move now. Time was gone. It was now or die.
Letting out a scream, whether it be in fright, pain, or anger, she let go of the bird and dove out of the path of the car, it missing her by inches as it passed.
Next thing she heard, was the car's screeching brakes. As it slowed to a stop. Riley ignored the car though, instead her eyes scanned the skies for the pigeon. There it was! It staggered downward through the air, it's feathers ruffled in all directions. It was going to land! It was actually going to land again! She grinned ear to ear.
Riley watched it's landing course and saw as it awkwardly landed on the top of the car, the one that had almost hit her. Ha! Great, all she had to do is go out and get it! As she stared closer at the car though her smile dropped.
Riley cursed.
It was a cop car. She couldn't be seen by the cops! They would ask questions! Questions she really didn't want to answer. Damnit! She could kiss her bird and the Eye of Neverland goodbye.
The cop car door swiftly opened and a tall man in uniform stepped out. Riley quickly, hide around the corner. The man circled his car looking for any sign of what he had just almost hit. But there was nothing. Suddenly, a soft coo seemed to have caught the man's attention and his eyes flew to the top of the car where a plump pigeon trudged, Riley's gaze following right along with his. The police officer let out a strand of curses and waved his hands in the air, shooing the pigeon. In reply the pigeon fluttered it's wings and hoped a long the row of red and blue lights that were situated on the top of his car.
The man grunted at the lack of effect and grabbed a rock from a long the side of the street throwing it at the bird. In surprise, the pigeon leap, dropping the Eye it held in it's beak, and took off.
Riley froze.
It dropped the Eye.
Satisfied, the cop took one more glance around his car and headed towards the door. Muttering something about 'stupid pigeons', he climbed back into the car and drove off.
Riley stood there, frozen in place, the past events playing repeatedly in her head.
The bird has dropped the Eye. The Eye..dropped..by the bird. The bird..had dropped.. the Eye.
Suddenly, the world sped up again and she realize something more important then the bird dropping the Eye.
The police car was driving away, with the Eye of Neverland still on top!
The teenage girl jumped out from behind her corner, waving her arms hysterically in the air.
"WAIT! COME BACK!" But it was to late. The car faded into the black mist of darkness, and it was gone. Riley's arms dropped to her sides like dead weights. Her mouth hung open, yet no words exited. She stumbled backwards, her back colliding with the brick wall behind her. Okay.. She closed her eyes and inhaled trying to regain control of the situation.
Okay. This is...not good, but not necessarily bad. I mean, sure I lost the Eye, but then again, at least that stupid bird doesn't have it anymore. Which is a..uh..step up. I think. Right? Oh gosh...
She began to pace.
Of course this is better. At least now I know where to look for the Eye. Sorta. Supposing that cop car is from the area. Which is likely.. I hope. Which means all I have to do is pray the car goes to the right police station. And then..I will uh..simply break in, find the car, and look up in the lights for the car. That is supposing the car is actually there and not sitting at some man's house, and that the Eye is still up there. Which most likely won't be, but does it even matter because I'll be in jail anyway for breaking into a police station! Oy..this isn't good.
Riley's face went to her hands. Not only was she lost, alone, injured, in the dark, but now, she had to deal with breaking and entering! Into the very heart of crime punishers no less! There were no words to describe how dead she was going to be.
The girl's hands slid from her face. Moving her head, she gazed upward. If possible, the sky seemed to be getting darker by the second. And to add to her enjoyment..
It began to rain.
Riley squeaked as droplets of surprising coldness drenched her skin. She stumbled backwards- unfortunately, right into an alley trash can. She hollered as her feet flew up from the ground and she flipped backwards, and hit the ground, taking the trash can with her.
Graceful, very graceful.. was the last thought, before everything started to go fuzzy, and then finally black.
~*~
Peter stood. Frozen. Silent. The only movement being the soft breathing moving his chest up and down slowly. He had been this way for some time now. Just standing there, in the kitchen of the Parkerson's house, thinking.
He had been insulted.
Damn well too.
If it hadn't have been towards him, he might have even congratulated it.
Peter folded his arms, the thought making him irritated- making it the first official movement in three hours.
He had just stood there and taken it too. Not even a peep escaped his mouth as she stormed out of the house. This was not the Peter Pan Style.
What is wrong with me!? he groaned. I knew it! I'm turning soft.. Great. JUST GREAT. I am not a softy. AND never will be! I don't have to take this 'grow up' crap from her! Uh, hello!? I'm Peter Pan! I don't have to do silly little things like grow up IF I DON'T WANT TOO! For Neverland's sake! I'm not SUPPOSED to grow up.
It would totally ruin my image.
The boy's eyes flashed to the Captain's dagger in his hands, then down to the letter lying on the floor.
The ' Red Crab' by the docks.. in three days..
In three days time, he would meet Hook. Peter half smiled. This would be the first in quite some time he would go up against his greatest enemy again. To tell the truth, he missed it all. The war cries, the woosh of the sword as it sliced through the air, and the hunger for a real challenge. A taste he had come to miss most of all.
And that is what Hook had offered him on a silver platter.
A real challenge. One where life was on the line. One that could not be failed. One that he most certainly was not going to turn down.
Yes, he decided moving forward through the shreds of broken glass and wood across the damp floor. He was going to meet Hook on the appointed date, and he would find this dock without the help of Riley.
He suddenly stopped, his thoughts resting on her.
Where is she anyway? He shook his head.
Why should he care!? As she said, "She was a big girl, she didn't need any help!"
Peter snorted. She wouldn't last 24 hours without me!
That was at Neverland, your home. Things are quite different now, his brain piped in.
Peter laughed bitterly, "What do you know?"
I am your conscious you half-wit.
Peter sighed. "Great, my own brain has turned against me."
Because you are wrong
The boy frowned. "Am not!"
Are too! He folded his arms again in irritation.
"Oh, who asked you anyway!?"
You did.
He threw up his hands in exasperation. "Shut up!" His hands came to his face, breathing in and out slowly in attempt to restrain his temper. Shaking his head, he began walking forward once again.
No, Riley is on her own this time, If she doesn't want me, then she won't have me. I'm not going to stick around where I'm not wanted. He twirled Hook's dagger around in his fingers. He was going to find Hook, he was going to beat Hook, and he would save her father, but not for her.
The dagger tightened in his grip.
Not for her..
With a cry of rage, the dagger flew from his hands embedding itself in the door frame.
Peter stumbled backwards slightly, his emotion surprising himself.
He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. After a few moments, he open them. Running a hand through his hair, he took one last glance at the dagger sticking into the door and left the house. All without a word.
******
Poke, Poke.
Stop it.
Poke, Poke, Poke.
I said stop it.
Poke, Poke, Poke, Poke.
Stooooooooopppppp ittttttt!!!
The teenage girl rolled over in her sleep, slightly ticked.
"Wake up, girl!" a gruff voice commanded.
I don't wanna, leave me alone.
Riley rolled over again.
"Wake up!" demanded the voice again.
"Five more minutes, Dad," mumbled the girl, which actually came out sounding more like "Mmm mhmm mmrmm mhrm.." In reply, her awakener kicked her.
Okay.. The sleeping girl's eyebrows furrowed. Dad has never resorted to violence when waking me up. I have to say he is taking this just a bit too serious! She grunted, deciding it was time to get up and give her father a piece of her mind on wake-up etiquette.
"Honestly, Father," she started, reluctantly opened her eyes and springing from her bed, " I do-AHHHHH!" Riley fell backwards in surprise, as she caught sight of the shabby looking man in front of her.
That was NOT her father! And this was NOT her bedroom! She quickly noticed, glancing around at her surrounding.
Alley? ALLEY!? WHY AM I IN AN ALLEY!??!
She didn't ponder on that one long, her attention snapping back to the dingy man as he decided to move towards her.
AHHHHHHHH!!
Without hesitation, Riley grabbed the top of the garbage can and held it in front of her as a shield. "STAY BACK, SCUM!" Oh nice. Really nice. Lets insult your possible murderer. That will make him reconsider killing you.
Rolling his eyes, the man began to reach into his long shredded coat.
Oh gosh, HE'S GOT A GUN!!
Riley's eyes went wide. "DON'T KILL ME!" she yelled, ducking to the ground, placing the garbage can lib over her head in protection. Her eyes tightly clamped shut.
Oh gosh, this is it, I'm going to die, I'm actually going to die! I can't die yet! I've barely lived my life! I..I.. I haven't done everything I wanted yet! I'll never get married and..and. have ten children! ...well..maybe not that many..But that's not the point! I'm DYING! I'll never see Peter, or Dad, or my friends ever again. HECK I am almost going to miss Derek!
Almost.
And I never got to tell Peter about the Eye! Neverland is going to be destroyed all because of me! And and..and..and why is this taking so long?
She peeked an eye open, then another. Her mouth dropped down. The man was..was.. LAUGHING!
Honestly, I don't see what's so funny! I'm about to die here!
Riley grew angry. Lowering the lid from her head, she rose from the ground.
"If you are going to kill me you could have the decency not to laugh about it!" she began in an annoyed, indignant voice. "There is absolutely nothing funny about murder! I-" she stopped.
The man was laughing again.
The girl crossed her arms. This was getting irritating. She waited for him to stop laughing, but he didn't. She let out a frustrated grunt. "Oh really, just get this over with and kill me already will you!? I'm getting impatient!"
"No, no!" the man finally said, managing to bring his laugh down to a chuckle. "I'm not going to hurt you! I was go-" He never finished because he began to laugh again, his face turning red in delight.
Riley cocked an eye brow. "Oh really!?! Then why did you reach into your coat, huh!? Obviously it was to get a wea-" The man held out his hand revealing it's contents "-a..handkerchief?" The girl's face burned red in embarrassment. "Oh..so you..aren't going to kill me.." The man had stopped laughing, but his face still held a pleased expression.
"Nope!" he grinned a toothy smile. "I just want to help. Here." He extended the hand bearing the handkerchief forward. Riley stared at it skeptically.
"Help? Help with what? What's that for?" She nodded toward his hand.
"Your shoulder. It's bleeding."
"WHAT!? I'M BLEEDING!? WHERE!? WHY?!" Her finger tips landed on her shoulder, and blood was immediately smeared onto them. "OH MY GOSH, I'M DYING! I'M DYING! HOW- YOU DID SHOOT ME, DIDN'T YOU?!" She pointed at the man. " I KNEW IT! I- OH MY- BUT WHEN-" She felt faint. "I'M DYING!" She felt a slap across her face. Not a hard slap, but one non the less. Riley faced the man. "Thank you," was all she could say before sinking to her knees.
The girl blinked several times. "Better?" questioned the man. She nodded dumbly. Her hand went back up to the towel soaked in blood.
Wait.
Towel? Her hand flew to her mouth. The kitchen towel! Memories of the previous night began to rush at her at high speed. Peter, the injury, her dad, the fight, the pigeon, the car, the rain, and finally the evil trash can. It all made sense now. She let out moan.
Suddenly, she yelped as something painfully tugged at her shoulder. Her eyes flew to the man, who without knowing had kneeled down beside her and was now unraveling the bloody remains of the towel from her shoulder and began to replace it with his handkerchief. Riley winced as he tightened it.
"There!" He leaned back, and sat Indian style, admiring his work. Her mouth dropped open, then closed. Open, then closed again. She didn't know what to say! What were you suppose to say to some random man that found you in the middle of an alley, woke you up, and treated your injury!?
"Umm..thanks," she spoke awkwardly. He nodded his head in amusement. Riley looked the man up and down. He seemed to be nice enough, but should she trust him? Well, he hasn't killed you yet.. and he did just help you, her conscience supplied. True, but still. Her head cocked sideways.
The man didn't look to be much older then forty and beneath the dirt that seemed to cover every inch of him, she could tell he had probably been handsome in his younger years. There was no doubt this man was homeless, especially by the condition of his clothes. Every bit of him seemed to show poverty. Everything, that is, except his face, which beamed brightly, his eyes radiating youth. She smiled at him.
"So, young one," his voice deep, and if she didn't know any better she'd say had a slight Irish accent. "What brings you to my humble home?" He extended his hands gesturing towards the alley, grinning pleasantly.
Despite, her distrust in the man, Riley moved to lean against the wall, right beside him.
She sighed. " You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"No?" he chuckled. "What's your name, young one?"
She hesitated slightly before answering, "Riley."
"Ah, good strong Irish name, Riley." Her hunch was concluded. "Name's Conner, but please, call me Con." He smiled warmly. "Now, about this story of y'ers. Out with it! Come on!"
Riley shook her head. "No, you'll think I'm crazy!"
"If it helps, I already think you are crazy." His toothy grin was back. Riley smiled as well.
"Well, in that case.." At once, she began the long tale of her many adventures.
Finally, several hours later, her story came to an end with, "And that is how I came to be here, stranded, pathetic, and hopeless." After a few moments, Con nodded his head.
"Well, you were right."
"About what?" the girl asked in confusion.
"I do think you are absolutely crazy."
"See! I knew it! I knew you would never be-"
"But-" he cut in, "I believe you." Riley froze, caught of guard.
"Y-you do?"
"Yep!"
"Even the whole 'I've been running around with Peter Pan, looking for the Eye of Neverland, getting chased by pirates, and have an absolute dislike for Tinker bell...the fairy..?" She stressed, raising an eye brow.
"I believe every word." This was insane!
"Why?" she had to ask. The man shrugged.
"I don't know. It just seems to make sense, and explains a lot."
"Like what?"
"Well, the reason why I swear I passed a group of Indians the other day, while looking for lunch, or the fact that on the TV's in the TV store, the news keeps going on about strange happenings, like pirates falling from the sky, out of what seems to be thin air, and repeated sighting of wild looking children, dressed in leaves carrying around swords. And I swear the other day I saw a mermaid swimming in the town fountain. It all fits perfectly with your story, young one."
Riley's mouth fell open. " The News!? It's on the News! Oh my..it's happening faster then I thought. This is bad. Very bad." Springing up, the girl began to pace. "Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad..." She felt a hand on her shoulder. Swinging around, she faced Con.
"Young one, I have complete faith that you will figure this problem of yours out. And when you do.. make sure you come back and tell old Con how it turned out, hm? Bring this Peter Pan too, I'm inclined to meet the lad." He winked. Riley sighed and began to pace once more.
"But what if it doesn't turn out ok? What if I never make up with Peter? What if everyth-" Turning back around, she halted.
Con was gone.
She spun in a circle. He was nowhere in sight. She scratched the side of her head. Odd. How do people always do that? Sighing, she lowered her head.
Now what...
Her situation hadn't improved much.
~*~
The cold dark room was filled with laughed. Malicious laughter.
"Smee!" the man called, breaking his laughter just long enough to speak the name. The plump man trotted over.
"Yes Captain?" Smee asked brightly, his fear of him for the moment ceased, due to the Captain's good mood. He had never seen the man so happy. And what reason did the man have not to be happy? His plans were working out perfectly.
"Mr. Smee," Captain James Hook started, an evil smile spread across his face. "Report."
"The prisoner has awaken and is demanding an explanation sir!" Hook broke into laughter again.
"I suppose he is! Well Mr. Smee, we mustn't keep him waiting, then. We have much to tell him." The Captain rose to his feet, and exited the small room as his first mate held the door open for him.
Upon his entrance of the new room, every pirate in it backed away from the thing they had been circling around, making room for the Captain to walk forward. As every man had cleared the way and now stood in two identical lines on both sides of him, they revealed the prisoner who sat in a old moth eaten chair, his hands and feet bound to it and wearing a disgruntled yet frightened expression on his aging face.
"Ah, Mr. Parkerson, I'm so glad you could join us!" expressed Hook happily, his mouth in a wide grin, approaching the man.
"Wh-who are you?" stuttered the man, his voice shaky. He swallowed, and with more confidence, continued with, "How do you know my name? What do you want with me? Answer me!"
"Tsk, Tsk Mr. Parkerson, you will get no answers with such a demanding tone." Mr. Parkerson growled at the comment.
"You will get caught you know! You won't get away with whatever you are planning!" The Captain laughed at this.
"You remind me a lot of your daughter. Very sure of herself, that one. Never knows when to say silent. This fault will cost her life, as it will for you if you do not learn your manners."
The man's eyes widened. " How do you know my daughter? Where is she!? If you hurt her I swear I will-" The man stopped as a cold blade rested on his throat.
"You will do nothing, because that is all you can do," sneered the Captain. Mr. Parkerson's breathing became shaky, and his eyes widened in terror. Hook chuckled, removing the dagger from the man's throat.
"Are you afraid, Mr. Parkerson?" His eyes narrowed. "You should be, and if you ever forget that, be sure I'll be there to remind you." He placed the dagger back in his belt. "Now, as you asked, My name is Captain James Hook and I want nothing from you."
"Captain Hook? That's very funny. Now what's your real name? And why am I here if you don't want me? You still haven't answered how you know me or my daughter."
"What did I say about manners? You Parkersons never listen do you." He sighed. "Alas, that problem will be taken care of soon, but for here and now, yes, I am Captain James Hook, though whether you chose to believe it or not is your choice. You are here because your skinny little brat of a daughter Riley made the terrible mistake of joining sides with Peter Pan-" Beside the captain a sudden gasp was heard.
Hook whirled around, in search for the owner of the sound, but every body was straight-faced and silent, staring at him. He shook his head and turned back to Mr. Parkerson, not about to let a little gasp get to him.
"As I was saying, she made a mistake, a big one, and will pay for it dearly." The man shook his head.
" Peter Pan? I- .. I don't understand what's going on here."
"Then let me put it simply. Pan and your little rat will come to save you and when they do, I'll kill them!"
"No! You can't! She's just a kid! She can't possibly have done anything that horrible!"
"It's more of who she did it too, then what she did. It's a matter of pride, Mr. Parkerson, any man should understand that." The man squirmed in his chair to get free.
"She'll never find me anyway, you bastard! What makes you think she'll even come if she did! You ever think of that you f-"
"On the contrary, your daughter will find me just fine. As for making sure she'll come lets just say I left her some words of "inspiration"."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you see, she comes..or you die!" He smiled evilly once more "Now, if you don't mind, Mr. Parkerson, I have lots to prepare before her arrival and must get to it!" The Captain turned to leave.
"But-" the man started, but was cut off at the connection of something hard to his skull sending him into slumber.
Hook turned to his men. "Timms, Will, Marx-" Three men stepped forward. "Watch Mr. Parkerson. Make sure he doesn't escape. He does and I'll kill you all without a second thought. Got it?" They all nodded. Echoing "Yes, Sir" in unison. " Good," he stated. "Now, for the rest of you, man your post around the building. Any sight of Pan or the girl before the due time, bring them to me alive immediately. If you see anybody else, kill them. Clear?" They once again all nodded.
"Excellent." He began to walk back to his quarters. "Smee, come!" he called before they both disappeared behind a thick wooden door.
Every pirate let out a sign of relief and pulled out there long broad swords, heading for their posts. All except one that is, one who wasn't really a pirate at all.
The tall dark stranger snuck behind the corner, hiding from sight as the flow of pirates past by. Once the area was clear, he steeped into view, shifting his disguise over his tall, lean body.
He exhaled in relief. That had been a close one. That gasp of his could have ruined everything. And it being over such a stupid thing as recognition of a name. He swiped a hand across his forehead wiping away the sweat, but smiling none the less at the information he had just learned.
"Oh Hook Ol' boy, you have no idea what's coming for you," he whispered to himself before ducking his head and crawling though the small hole in the wall. The fresh morning air hit his face, upon exit of the building.
"No idea at all.."
He threw the pirate hat from his head grinning, then began his sprint down the alley ways away from the old run-down building to share his news.
A/N: Now who could that possibly be!? HMMMM... I guess you will just have to wait for next chapter to see! : ) I'LL GIVE PETER PAN'S HAT TO THE PERSON WHO GUESSES IT!!! *readers woo and aww* THAT'S RIGHT, -THE- PETER PAN HAT, WORE BY THE MAN HIMSELF! Now everybody, not all at once! Don't crowd!
...
*tumble weed blows by*
... anybody?
..Hmm..tough crowd..
FINE, THEN I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO WEAR THE SUPER COOL PETER PAN HAT TILL SOMEONE REVIEWS AND GUESSES! Woo hoo! *Puts on hat and runs around the room singing I believe I can fly*
*cough* ANNNYWAY, What did ya think? I'm sorry again it took me so long to get out...*bows head in shame* Here take it- *pulls off the Peter Pan hat* I don't deserve to wear the amazing Peter Pan hat.. I really am sorry. I've been so busy with homework, and you all know how it is, homework before anything else. Well, that's not my opinion, but my mother says otherwise and I can't disagree with her..she has this evil eye..creeps me out.. *twitches* BUT AS ALWAYS, I deeply appreciate all of you wonderful people sticking with me and reading my story! I LOVE YOU PEOPLE! THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!!
A SPECAIL THANKS TO MY BETA TALLY! Go read her stories under Tallemera Rane, They are AWESOME! Thank you! : ) This story would be no where without your help! *bows to the almighty Beta Queen* ; )
All right, well I've rambled enough I suppose. So once again, Thanks to all of you! you have any questions or just wanna have a chat feel free to email me at Soccerfreak1487@aol.com! Please READ AND REVIEW! Reviews make me happy. : ) Lots of reviews make me write quicker. hint, hint ; ) Don't forget to guess who you think it is if you want! Remember! There's a Peter Pan hat Just sitting here waiting to be claimed..
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...OH LOOK A FAIRY!!! *quickly grabs Peter Pan hat and runs*
TOOTLES!
~*~Meg~*~