His name was Peter and by some ironic sense of humor that she hadn't been aware of possessing, she started with him first. The boy was young yet but not as young as the real Peter had been when he had first set foot on her shores. Luring him away from the communal game was laughingly simple, the child had no barriers in his mind. It had startled her at first, she had ever only known one mind well before and the thought of people whose minds did not build barriers to keep intruders out confused and fascinated her, opening the world up to so many new, wonderful possibilities.

In the wide, thick canopy of trees, she revealed herself to him. To her pleasure, she found that she had chosen her body well. The child stared at her in rapt wonder, mouth half open to scream a warning to the rest of the crew yet the words all but forgotten.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." She murmured to him. Slowly, tentatively at first and then firmly as she found no resistance and confidence surged, she reached into his mind layer by layer, and bound him to herself as she had never been able to do to the real Peter Pan.

That done, she had to hurry now, the only part of her brilliant plan that she disliked. It had taken centuries of planning to get to this point; she almost detested harried action.

She let the boy go, erasing the memory of herself from his mind, replacing it with some other mundane nonsense and watched with an small eager smile on her face as he bounced back towards the shore. He would call the others.

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It was time to go. The sun moved cautiously across the sky, gently hinting at the calmly passing time. Anamaria had grown bored with his strange unresponsive state of mind and had gone to explore the Captain's Cabin, an activity that always promised at least a few hours of comfortably satiated curiosity. The dilemma was that Jack didn't want to go back. The island called to him pulling and pushing from all directions, intensifying to a very real ache but Captain Jack Sparrow, out of pure principle wanted to see how long he could resist her call.

Turning around, he could feel Ana start restlessly behind him. She didn't have his connections to the island but even she could feel that something angry was slowly moving towards them. Fine. If there was one thing that Jack was in all certainty not going to do was risk his ship for the sake of curiosity.

"Ana, it's time to go!" He called to his first mate over his shoulder as he jumped over the railing and into the small boat. In minutes, they were underway. Ana looked at her Captain curiously as he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"She's gone for now." Jack told her. "Neverland was calling me back but she is somewhere else now. You felt something earlier? That was Neverland."

"Neverland?" Ana asked confusedly. "I thought that she didn't want to kill you."

"Oh that wasn't a death threat." Jack told her calmly.

"Well it felt like one." She shuddered just remembering the anger she felt roiling about her, unseen.

"Neverland is just… possessive I think. The Black Pearl thinks that she wants my power over her. To use me as a conduit to be free." Jack tried to put his new knowledge into words.

"That can't be good." An murmured not at all sure at how to reply. Death threats on her Captain's life where never anything new but it had never happened to come from a magical mythical island. "Wait… the Black Pearl told you?" She gasped in surprise and confusion as she finally managed to grasp the meaning behind his words. Jack grinned.

"It was wonderful Ana." The childlike joy on his face was beautiful to look it. This was why he was Peter Pan in the first place. Ana decided in a daze. "We stood there and she talked to me just like I could talk to you, face to face. Finally…" His voice trailed off as he slipped into his recollections and Ana let him go. His joy was just so breathtaking to watch.

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The first time he had opened his eyes and found himself on a strange island, he had been confused but not frightened. It had been just another adventure he was going on, this time in his dreams. When he had woken up in his own bed in England the next morning, it had come like something of a big surprise. The dream had seemed so real… That day he couldn't wait to go back to sleep once again. His parents were pleasantly surprised by their usually boisterous son's new found compliance for the house rules of proper bed times. Gradually, the novelty wore off as they grew more and more worried. No healthy child of that age should have been sleeping so much. Their son was sleeping more and more for longer periods of time and nothing they did could wake him out of his unnatural sleep.

He remembered the first time he saw the adult. One of the only few adults on the island and in his childish eyes, the only real one. He approached him as only a child grown up and coached in London etiquette could. Fearless and full of cautious politeness.

The man looked to be about the same age as his father and at Peter's first glance, he stood on deck of a beautiful ship, looking around himself in something akin to horror. His eyes, cold even at the distance, gazed over the island and froze when they rested upon the boy. The child was still dressed as he remembered being dressed at home, his clothes still clean if a little rumpled. He hadn't been there long at all.

"Come here boy." The Captain ordered briskly and the boy shrugged elaborately before obeying the command. He could see no reason not to go. The child had always been told to obey his elders, his lesson drilled consistently into his head and there seemed to not be any harm in it at all. Nothing on this island had hurt him yet even if the man did scare him slightly in a way that he could not yet understand. Carefully, Peter walked up the ramp to stand in front of the older man.

"What's your name boy?" The Captain asked him roughly.

"Peter."

"Peter what?" He was all saccharine sweetness but the child was not young enough to miss the strands of mocking frustration in his voice.

"Peter Pan." The boy answered boldly as though daring the man to contradict. The men though, couldn't have cared less.

"Take me to the adults on this island." The Captain ordered in a way that left no room for argument.

"There are no adults." The insolent boy in front of him grinned. "It's just me and the fairies and the Indians. Oh and the crocodile…" Here, Peter looked around as though looking for said crocodile to come out of the water at any minute.

Seeing red, the Captain slapped the boy, hard. The child reeled, falling backwards onto the deck, one hand holding his bruised cheek, eyes flashing with anger and confusion. The older man smiled down at him, sure that the boy had been properly cowered by his proper show of authority. The child though, just glared back.

"You have no right to hit me." There were no traces of tears in his eyes, he was just simply angry.

Later, after the fact, Peter could not have said what made him talk back to the Captain in that way rather then just take his though undeserved punished in silence as a child of his age and stature in life aught to have done. It had been a split second decision. A yet unknown, undiscovered power from somewhere deep inside of him had surged through his body and mind as he stood in front of the Captain, letting him know that here, on this island, they weren't elder and child but equals. Completely equal with the same right to power, to failure and to success. Someone should have told the only real adult on the island; some people are more equal then others.

"You've got no right to lie to your elders boy!" The Captain countered, smiling smugly.

"My name is Peter." The boy stated firmly, getting up, off of the floor. He walked slowly, deliberately back to the railing and the plank of the ship. As though he owned the place. The Captain seethed.

"You're silly rules don't matter here." The boy continued, running a hand down the railing of the ship in a way that betrayed a later passion in life. "You will figure it out. My name is Peter Pan. You'd best remember that." Then one jump and he was gone, off of the plank and into the forest so fast that the Captain was sure that the child had flown.

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A/n - k, I've heard scary things about not being able to reply to reviewrs in the chapters anymore. I didn't get such a note.

I'm so sorry that this took so long, I ran into some real life and some writers block and when I finnaly came up with a wounderful chapter, I wrote it up right away. I hope that everyone likes it. There is a line in there that says, 'some people are more equal then others." I don't know if some of you would recognize it, but it's from a book called Animal Farm by George Orwell and I liked that line so much that I'm really happy I found a way to use it in here.

To my wounderful reviewers - thank you for reviewing!

DarkoBender - To reply to every paragrraph you wrote to me; Thank you and no it makes perfect sense, I see what you mean. Thank you so much, it's so wounderful that you like it, I'm so happy. Yes, Thats' the way I see Jack, with the lonliness thing, glad to hear that I'm not the only one.Don't worry about not reviewing every chapter, I'm just glad that you're reading. That note was mostly aimed at Cal who reviews every chapter and somehow missed that one, so I was sure that she hadn't read it. Basicaly, with this answer, I'm saying thank you so much and I'm so flattered and glad that you like my story - to every paragraph in your review. lol. I wonder if you still remember what you reveiewd or if you're going to have to go back now and check to see what you had written there. Happy reading!

Cal - i knew something was up when u didn't review a chapter. i'm so glad that you finally read it and liked it. I'll have more Jack/Ana scenes for you soon. Just not... yet. I'm sorry! Feel free to ramble on my behalf to the "reviewer", it makes me happy to know that there are people willing to defend my work. enjoy this chapter!

Holliday1081 - bad reviewer? who, you? no no woundeful reviewr! thank you for reviewing, and all three chapters! Thank you, I'm so elated that you like it. i hope that you love this chapter just as much.

ellennar - here's more! enjoy!

windwraith - thank you, wow, as far as i knew i was the only one who had that thought that was just so determined to become a full story. so here it is. it's coming along wounderfuly in my humble opinion. lol are you going to write yours?

meowbooks - as usual, I just adore your summeries. yum! about the haai colour, I thought about that, though strangely not for the abvious reason. hm. then I deicided that as a girl, she would have been under the sun her entire life so her hair would have just naturaly gotten lighter. besides doesn't the typical evil have to be all dark? 8-)