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Chapter Eleven- The Capture of Tigerlily (part two)

Peter finished his story about how he had saved Tigerlily from Hook, one of his favourites, and then sat down as he soaked up the applause. The Chief took over and had now started to weave a tale about how his tribe had come to the island; to how he met Peter, all the while Peter had sat captivated as the Chief entwined the thought and actions of his people and finished with how his people had defeated the pirates while claiming the land before letting other creatures reside on Neverland.

The sun began to sink behind the horizon, giving up on a day of burning in the sky.

Wendy had sat patiently with Peter after having listened to this story before, before Tigerlily had kissed Peter in her tribe way, by rubbing noses while they danced. She scowled as Tigerlily sat cross-legged next to Peter, having her knee deliberately resting on top of his. She glanced over and watched as Peter was smiling at Tigerlily, seeming to enjoy the company the two girls were giving him.

Wendy glanced up at the sunset and wished it was just her and Peter. She sighed. It was hard to believe she had put up with Tigerlily for a whole day.

Just for Peter.

She glanced to her left and sighed again. There will be many more sunsets to come with Peter. She hoped.

John and Michael were sitting next to Wendy, enjoying the whole scene, oblivious to their sister's jealousy. They were clapping their hands as the music had started and had allowed themselves to be painted again. Intricate patterns swirled on their stomachs, much to their sister's disapproval.

Tinkerbell sat perched on Peter's shoulder. She watched as Tigerlily and Wendy competed for his attention. Wendy wasn't being a good sport though. She just huffed and scowled in Tigerlily's direction. Tinkerbell sighed and a high pitched chime sounded out. Sometimes she was glad that only Peter could understand her, other times, she hated the fact that she couldn't tell Wendy to back off.

Great Big Little Panther indicated the start of the meal in front of the billowing campfire and Tigerlily had to leave to sit next to her father where there were two deep-red cushions waiting for them. The other members of the Indian tribe had to sit on logs, tree stumps or just the ground. As Peter was a favourite, he was able to sit on a cushion of his own. The lost boys were running around the outside of the Indian grounds and you could see them all run past the small clearing before they were swallowed up by tents again.

The chief held his hand up and the meal began. Some younger tribe members brought out a small boar for their first course. It was dangling off a stick and was laid on a stone table ready to be carved.

Wendy watched as the Indians carved up the boar. Even though it was already dead, she couldn't help but grimace when the blunt knife was thrust into the boar's side. She shook her head away to her right and watched as the lost boys ran around.

She watched as the twins ran around first, followed by Tootles and Nibs, then Slightly, then after a couple of seconds, Curly dragging his club behind him. Wendy smiled and waited for them to run around again. It was the same procession: the twins, followed by Tootles, then Nibs and Slightly. Wendy waited for Curly to come around again, dragging his club. He didn't show. Wendy cocked her head to one side and waited. The boys came running around again, bashing each other on the heads and tripping others over. Tootles overtook the twins, and then slightly followed up by tripping one of the twins over.

Nibs didn't show. Wendy blinked. Curly and Nibs didn't run around. She was about to call Peter but then she realized they must be planning a trap. She smiled to herself as she accepted the meal that was given to her. She reassured herself that they were planning something, as they always did. But, she watched one more round to settle her fears. Slightly was first, and then Tootles, followed by just one Twin.

Wendy gasped. They were never separated. That threw Wendy into a panic.

"Peter!" She said.

"Yes Wendy?" Peter asked with a mouthful of Boar.

"The lost boys are missing!" Wendy hissed.

"What?" Peter chocked. He looked around to where the boys were last seen running and watched as Tootles and Slightly ran around the bend. "No they're not." Peter replied.

"Peter! There is only two left!" Wendy retorted.

"Look, Wendy," Peter struggled as he chewed his boar. He pointed with his meat covered fork, "The boys will run around that bend again and everything will be fine. You worry too much. It's such a lady thing to do." He looked at Wendy and smiled triumphantly as he waited for the next lost boy to come running around again. He waited. Looked at Wendy and pointed his meatless fork in the direction of the game and kept smiling. Wendy was not amused. They sat there both looking in the same direction. They waited.

And waited.

And waited further still.

No lost boy came running around.

This time, Wendy smiled triumphantly at Peter. A woman's intuition was always right.

Captain James Hook smiled at his men, his task was nearly complete. He watched as the lost boys struggled against their ropes, gags bound over their mouth and sitting in a circle. Hook strode in front of the boys, seizing them up and thinking what his approach should be.

Gloating and pompous? No, he was not like that. He shuddered that he even thought of that. That, would come later with his bottle of whiskey.

Intimidating and threatening? Yes. That would be his approach, with a sense of compromise and a hint of offering a solution.

He will torment them and be ruthless.

Captain James Hook finished his pacing and stood beside Smee.

"Smee. Let us begin."

Smee nodded meekly and waited for what was to come.

Hook walked over to the lost boys and bent down before Curly. He kneeled forward and placed his hook, side on, under his nose.

Curly gulped and raised his eyes to meet Hook.

"Now tell me my boy…" Captain Hook grinned, "Where is Wendy?"

The lost boys cries for Peter Pan rang out all through the darkening forest.

"Peter! We must go! Now!" Wendy exclaimed.

"Wendy, I'm sure they'll be fine." Peter insisted as he picked up his trusty knife. He wouldn't admit he was worried, not to Wendy.

"Peter! I know only one person who would, who could do this this! They won't be able to escape from him! And the fact he has caught us unaware!" Wendy's shrieking rang into a whole other debacle.

Peter winced. It was not like him to admit he was scared, and he would never admit that to Wendy's face. For some reason, a reason Peter was beginning to grasp, he cared a lot about what Wendy thought. He looked at her, at her grim determination to find the boys. Peter hoped to himself it was nothing.

Peter signaled to Great Big Little Panther and the Indian tribe set off, half going with Great Big Little Panther, and the other half with Wendy, Peter and Tinkerbell. Tigerlily was left in the chief's tent, much to Wendy's delight and Tinkerbell's distaste. She would have liked a fight.

Peter reached out for Wendy's hand as they started to leave the camp grounds. He questioned himself. Why of all times was he afraid now? Had he grown up like Wendy said he had, abeit a little? He looked at his hands entwined with Wendy's and he knew he wouldn't be anywhere else but by her side, as if she left, Neverland was bound to know about it.

Peter smiled at Wendy and squeezed her hand as they walked into the surrounding forest. She looked up in surprise and gave him a weak smile. Peter then turned away and scanned the tree line for the boys.

Anyway, he figured, she probably knew how he felt without him having to tell her. She was a woman after all, and as far as he was concerned, only women knew everything.

Apart from Peter, of course.

Hook smiled triumphantly as the boys slumped, defeated under the ropes. He had all the information he needed. For now.

He re-enforced where Peter and Wendy were now, as well as the added knowledge of where Tigerlily would be.

Hook spun on his boot to turn to his men. "Gentlemen!" Hook cried. He waited for the rabble to settle.

The lost boys cried softly to each other.

"Tonight, is the night where we will successfully kidnap, not just Tigerlily, but Wendy as well!" Hook proclaimed, raising his Hook into the air.

The Pirates cheered.

Hook glanced at the moon. "In just a few moments, when the moon reaches full peak, we will charge into the front of the Great Big Little Panthers camp, and become the diversion for our first plan of action, kidnapping Tigerlily." He snarled her name.

"Then men! We will kidnap Wendy and hopefully Peter Pan! But, do not worry too much about Peter, if we have Wendy, there is nothing that boy," Hook emphasized the word boy, "would do to get her back."

The pirates cheered again.

Hook glanced at the moon which had sunk into position. He squished a dried leaf on the forest bed into the ground. The pirates were becoming rowdy. He pumped his gleaming hook into the moonlight, the silver beams of the moonlight catching in the hooks reflection. This was it, Hook could feel it. The men shuddered under the presence of the malicing hook.

It was time.

Revenge would soon be his.

Ooh another cliffhanger.

Well, not really. I think you can all see where this is heading at the moment. But have I got some twists for you all.

Until next time my Darlings. :)