Peter and the lost boys, still too sick to move, laid on the ground in agony.
Several footsteps could be heard in the distance. The rustle of leaves and vines got louder as the footsteps got closer.
Good! The tribal medicine man is coming to help us, thought Peter to himself.
As the footsteps reached the camp and stopped next to Peter. He looked up expecting to see the native chief but instead found himself staring at the tip of a sword. His eyes followed the shaft of the razor sharp blade to the hilt, which was being held by a pirate!
Peter felt a chill run up his spine as he gazed into the man's fierce eyes. His long greasy black hair flowed down over the shoulders of his long scarlet red coat. His left arm ended in a horrid looking knife that had been bent into a curved shape.
"Captain Hook!" cried Peter as several other pirates appeared from the brush with their swords drawn. They surrounded the boys and held them at bay with the tips of their weapons.
"Surprised to see me, Peter?" said Hook with a mean smile. "Looks like the witch's plan worked flawlessly. You're now defenseless. We all now have what we want. Deville's got the girl, you got your life free of rules and I've got you!"
The pirates tied all the boys to a long rope. They began to lead the chain of kids off to the Jolly Roger.
Suddenly, natives began to appear seemingly out of nowhere. Some jumped out of trees; others leapt out of bushes. The pirates were taken completely by surprise. A battle of clubs and spears vs. swords and guns began to rage. Since the pirates were caught off guard, the battle didn't last long and they began to flee. Hook was the last to turn and run.
Ooru, the well-aged silver-haired tribal medicine man, walked up to Peter and said in broken English, "Peter me friend. We hear your distress signal. You and friends ill?"
"Yeah", Peter replied, "We ate some food from that magic bowl over there. It must've been poisoned."
Ooru walked over to the table and reached into the bowl. He pulled out a chocolate bar then a handful of hard candy. He also found several other pieces of junkfood. He turned back toward Peter. "How much of this you eat?" he asked.
"A lot! We ate 'til we were full!"
"Food not poisoned. You have..." Ooru took a moment to think of the right phrase, "tummy ache." He then removed three small gourds from his belt. Two were filled with liquid and one was empty. He placed the empty gourd on the ground and uncorked the remaining two. Ooru slowly poured both liquids into the empty vessel. The solution began to fizzle.
After the fizzling stopped, he gave each boy a small swallow of the concoction. A few minutes later everyone began feeling better.
Ooru stood silently like a statue before the children. His long silver hair swayed in the gentle breeze. "Fun all of time leads to no fun at all."
"Yeah! I know what you mean!" agreed Peter as he rubbed his still slightly aching belly.
Ooru continued, "Breaking rules cause consequence. No rules cause even bigger consequence. Learned lesson all of you have?" All the boys nodded.
Just then Tinkerbell arrived back at the camp. "Tink! Where's Kara?" cried Peter.
She told the boys all she had seen.