Finding Neverland

Summary: Charlie Fayer was torn away from Neverland when she was 8, by the new pirate captain. Now four years later Neverland has come back to bring her home. But will Charlie be able to remember her past in time to save it.

Chapter 8: 2 F's
Meanwhile, the lazy pirate ship wadded off from the shore. Numerous waves battered at its sides trying the tip it over, but its anchors on either side were straining to prevent that. The lost boys whom had been tied to the mask were growling like angry dogs to every pirate that crossed there eyesight. But every time the pirates past they would give the closest lost boy a beating. But even though they already had bloody noses and bruised bodies they still growled.
"Those boys don't give up do they Smee." Nathan had been admiring the boy's dedication the whole day. Unlike his own crew who just sat about drinking the day away, Peters little gang had spirit. They would no sooner turn un Peter than kill a fairy, and not because Peter would kill them if they did (depending on there path) but because they actually looked up to him as a leader. But Peter (the leader of the gang) hadn't been sited all day. Usually he would come flying gallantly to the rescue even thought it was, like, him to fifty pirates. He still managed to win. Somehow the pirates would always lose. Even when they looked like they would win. Peter always seemed to scrape a win or sometimes he just settled at a tie. Even though the boy was sure it was his pure talent and wits that got him out of situations. Nathan had a feeling that it was destiny.

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Peter chucked the sword at Charlie, who even though was caught by surprise caught it with out fumbling. The sword was heavy and she needed to hands to lift it properly.
How do they fight with this weight? She thought.
Peter encouraged her to fight. She went to swing the sword like she'd seen in movies, but it was easily blocked. With this feeble attempt Peter decided a new approach. He taught her some movements to use and she practiced them with him watching. It did not take long. She remembered some and like a bicycle you haven't ridden in a long time you never quite forget. It took Charlie awhile, but soon she was ready to face Peter again.
"Got ya." Charlie had beaten Peter for the forth time in a row and now her foot was settling on his chest and she held up her fist for an invisible jeering crowd.
"You're getting good." Peter complimented from the ground.
"Good?" Charlie was astonished. "But that's the forth time in a row."
Peter pushed Charlie's foot off his chest and stood up. "But don't think I'm going hard on you."
Charlie folded her arms across her chest.
Peter ignored her and grabbed her wrist and started pulling her unexpectedly into the jungle. "Come on I have to show you something."
"Like I have any choice in the matter" Charlie mocked looking down at the firm grip Peter had on her arm.

On the island the forest was thick but where they were it was impossible. But Peter seemed to know where he was going. He tugged and pulled at hanging vines. If you had the rare chance to see the ground you would spot a little over grown dirt track.
"The lost boys used to use this path to get to the fairy glade."
Charlie had been so busy with all of Neverlands strange knew beginnings that she never once though that there might be other inhabitants on the island.
"Fairies!" She asked happily.
"Oh yes, there are a lot of them. But they choose to stay hidden, in case they are found by the pirates."
They walked for what seemed like hours. Peter pushed back a particularly difficult branch so that Charlie might pass through. When she came out from under the branch she was bathed in light. Her mouth opened with amazement. The trees where gigantic and they surrounded the clearing cleverly, covering the sky with there branches which entwined to make a roof over the clearing. Little nests where placed in various height's on the trees and many little lights darted between them. It was the most magnificent sight Charlie had ever seen.
"Do you believe in the unbelievable, in the indefinable and unexplainable Charlie?" Peter asked after showing Charlie a log to sit down on.
"I…I guess so…" She answered quite unsure on what he meant, but willing to go along all the same.
"Then you would have no trouble believing in people being able to fly." Peter phrased his words cunningly, and was quite proud with himself.
"But people cano…" Charlie stopped mid sentence, she was catching on to what Peter was meaning. "Are you saying, Peter. That you can fly? Is that how you got me here! And when you where fighting I was sure you…"
Peter cut her off. "All of us can, me the lost boys, even you once."
"I've flown before."
"Of course." He said as if it meant nothing. "Would you like to try again?"
She nodded her head in excitement.
"Well you just think happy thoughts and you'll start to float. Give it a try."
"Is that all, but if that's all shouldn't I have been flying all around the place when ever I thought something happy?"
"Of course not, you need fairy dust as well. But you already have some, so it's all right."
"I do?"
"Yes I sprinkled some on you before we left. Of course you didn't know back then so it didn't really help you."
Charlie didn't really know what Peter was talking about, but she nodded and smiled all the same. Something happy she thought Something happy.
She remembered beating those pirates that had been a happy thought, instantly her feet left the ground and the trees started to look less tall. Peter followed her up.
So Charlie learned to fly, it did not take her long, soon she was weaving in and out of trees without once having to stop and turn sharply.
Peter smiled as she laughed, tumbling through the air clutching her stomach. He signaled for her to come back and they flew back to the tree house. Charlie loved this new way of traveling and used it frequently, even when she didn't have to, like walking across the room. Peter chucked the sword at her. She caught it swiftly and wove it through the air. She was now used to the heavy weight. They sparred just one more time. So Charlie could get used to the sword some more. Her movements were no longer slow but swift and fast. Peter did not need to go easy on her any more. Before leaving he pulled her back.
"Promise me one thing," He said, his nose almost touching hers. "Follow my orders."
She nodded. Peter checked her over, and smiling, he led her to the Jolly Rodger.