A/N: Here is the next chapter, I hope its even better, I'm so glad when I post a story and I get share it with the world! The first few chapters may seem a little boring, but I have to include them because they are needed to develop the plot. Don't worry. There are exciting chapters to come! (I have them all written out on paper, it's just a question of when I have the time to type them.) Yes, Captain James Killing was a real pirate.

(Although I totally made up his middle name.)

Aria Elessar: Yes, I own the movie, and they did do a much better job. I liked whom they cast for the various parts. Yet, they still left out the never bird. I think that's a cute little quirk in the J.M Barrie story. Anyway, thanks for being my first reviewer!

Margaret flew through the night sky, truly riding the winds back, Peter holding her hand. How Marvelous! She thought to herself as she passed the empire state building. Intoxicated with happiness, Margaret gazed upon the lights of New York, now becoming even smaller specs. She couldn't believe how lucky she was! Peter must have sensed her enjoyment, because he turned to her and said, " Wendy felt just the same way, her first time."

"I couldn't imagine anyone feeling any different!" Peter smiled, and something in Margaret's heart fluttered.

"You look so much like Wendy," he looked at her thoughtfully. Margaret didn't know how to respond. Was this how it was going to be? Would he always be comparing her to Wendy, her grandmother?

"Thank you Peter." She replied. There was no use getting angry now, if she did she would fall. So she decided to just let it go, and forget. So finally, she just stopped thinking at all, and let the night take her.

"Are you ready?"

Margaret momentarily came back to her senses, "Huh?"

"We'll be entering neverland soon, you should probably hold on tight." He offered his hand to her again. Currently, she had taken to flying ahead of him testing her limits. She hoped she hadn't hurt his feelings.

"Of course," she placed her hand into his and squeezed tightly, letting him know that she was indeed ready.

"Here we go!" and with that Margaret felt herself being sucked into a kaleidoscope of colors. She had never felt so much power! Eventually, she had to close her eyes making sure she didn't barf. The wind tore at her hair so much she suddenly feared she might become bald. Then all the colors blended into one, and in a split second they were in neverland. Margaret didn't wait for Peter to tell her to open her eyes. Upon entering neverland a sudden feeling came over you, and you just knew, that you were indeed there. She didn't know how to explain the feeling, but it felt as if, your worries had melted away. As if you didn't care about the future or the past, your mind was set on the present; you were just…living in the moment.

"That's the mermaid lagoon, that's the Indian encampment, and that's where Captain Hook's ship used to be, before I killed him of course." He smiled proudly.

"Then why is there a ship anchored?"

"What?" Peter refocused on the lagoon, " You're right, they must've come to seek Hook's lost treasures. "

"Hook's lost treasures?' Margaret asked excitedly, this was most certainty like the pirate books she had read at home.

"Well actually there not lost. We raided the Jolly Roger after Hook was dead, and took all his treasures as souvenirs." Peter laughed, "You didn't think 'X marks the spot' did you?"

Margaret blushed again, "No, most certainty not." She quickly defended herself, before changing the subject. "Where do the faeries live?"

"Over there," he pointed to the densest part of the forest. "I'll take you there sometime."

"How wonderful!" Margaret exclaimed, her eyes widening in amazement.

"But first, " Peter's eyes darkened. "I'll have to call a meeting with the lost boys, and arrange a plan. Pirates in the lagoon are never a good thing."

"They're positively horrid!" she agreed whole-heartedly. What a wonderful adventure this was turning out to be.

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"Sir," Jelly knocked on his master's door, "I come bearing important news." He swallowed hard.

"Enter," called a gruff voice from inside the cabin. The cabin was done over quite elegantly, in draping silks, and soft velvet, all in a deep blood read color. He was known to be the most ferocious pirate on the seven seas. He also was the only Captain who insisted having his ship perfectly immaculate. They called him Killings. He was even more feared then Hook when he had been alive. Now, with Hook gone, Killing's was the most feared man ever. One had to just look at his name. He was tall and menacing, a long mane of dirty blonde hair always tightly pulled into a ponytail. He was as strong as three elephants, and no one who had ever battled him had lived.

"Sir, Peter Pan has returned and with a lady sir," Jelly played with his shirt nervously. They were also the only pirate crew that had true uniforms.

Killing leaned back on his chair placing his feet upon his desk, a small smirk forming on his face. "What great news Jelly, are you happy?"

"Ye-Yes sir," he stammered.

"You don't look happy." Jelly blanched, he knew the Captain was toying with him, and didn't like it one bit.

"Of course I am Sir, why wouldn't I be, Sir."

"Do I make you unhappy Jelly?" A pretend look of concern flashed across Killing's face.

"No sir, you sir, make me more happy then anything," he fought to maintain eye contact.

"You're lying," Killing said simply, "And stop calling me sir, LEAVE ME AT ONCE!"

"Yes, si-"

"LEAVE!" Killing smiled as Jelly scurried out of the cabin. As Jelly left the captain's quarters he looked down and saw that his entire body was still shaking. He had been lucky to leave without a missing limb! Tiredly, he started to make the preparations to visit the mainland.

Captain James Andrew Killing, sat on his chair, and smiled as a plan came to him. He knew Peter had the treasure, that's why none of the other pirates could ever find it. But he was smarter then them. He knew how to get to Peter, Hook had told him his one and only weakness, Wendy. That girl he had been sighted with could be manipulated easily. For he also knew the weakness of girls, true love.

"JELLY!" he bellowed loudly, and in two seconds time the man was back in Killing's cabin.

"Yes capt'n?"

"Summon Ronan immediately!"

"Will do capt'n, do you have a plan?"

"I most certainty do," Killing's replied, a wicked glint in his eye.