I Am His Unhappy Thought

Meeting The Unexpected

I swam away from the Jolly Rodger hoping I wouldn't get caught by a mermaid or water nymph.

A mermaid, well, she would drown me or try to take me to her world drowning me in the process.

A water nymph, actually they aren't bad. They won't try to kill you, but they have a tendency to tell the mermaids you're out then well back to problem number one.

As soon as I got out of the water I rang my hair out and took off my main clothes leaving me in my under garments. This is not unusual for me. I do it everyday I can get away from the boat. While I was just waiting for my dress to dry I fell asleep on the sand.

I awoke seeing a boy poking at my clothes.

"Do you mind?" I asked a little annoyed.

He jumped and looked at me guiltily. "I'm sorry, M-m-m-ms. I was just looking for my fairy he when looking in your clothes and he won't come out."

I walked over to my clothes and started waving them until I saw a fairy fly out. I heard the boy murmur so that I couldn't hear him, "One way to get him out."

The fairy looked up at me and started talking really fast. The only words I caught was you, stupid, and don't. I just grabbed my clothes and put them on in front of the boy whose cheeks were tinged light red. I didn't really care, so I put em' on and left.

"Wait!" he yelled after me. When he caught up he was red in the face and out of breath. I guess he would be seeing as how I didn't stop, but that stupid bugger kept fallowing me.

"What?" I snapped.

"I-I-I-I j-j-j-us—t..." I interrupted him. "Oh come on, out with it then."

"I just wanted to give you your dagger." He held it out in front of him.

"Thanks now, be on your way." He nodded and left. I probably scared the little bugger.

As soon as I reached my destination I just sat on a rock and heard the birds chirping and some wood nymphs making music. I couldn't help but start to dance and most of the fairies joined my flying around me with rhythm.

When most of my excitement started to were off I had stopped and fell asleep oblivious to the noise around me.

The last thing I remembered before falling asleep were two blue eyes staring back at me.

When I awoke from my slumber I took in all my surroundings. The first thing I saw was the window. It was small and had sticks for the framing and there was no glass. The bed was made into the rocky wall, but was very comfortable.

I walked out of the door coming face to face with a boy who had red hair and big brown eyes.

"Um...hi. Did you bring me here?" I asked scratching the back of my neck.

"No," he pointed to the boy in the corner playing with a dagger, my dagger, "he did."

The boy from in the corner walked over to me and held out his hand for me to shake. I just looked at it like it was poison. He put it at his sides looking kind of embarrassed, but pushed it aside and looked...unreadable.

"My name is Shaun, but most call me Tangles." I just looked at him.

"So," I drawled, "Why did you bring me here and why were you playing with my dagger?" I snapped.

"Well, I had your dagger because when people sleep with sharp objects lying beside them they could stab themselves and I brought you here because I wouldn't want you to sleep on the ground."

"It's not like I haven't before," I mumbled, "So you decided to bring me back here."

"Either that or let the pirates have you." Another boy entered at the word 'pirate', but I didn't notice him.

"Yeah, let the pirates have me. If you haven't noticed I AM a pirate." Almost immediately that one boy had flew at me with a dagger at my throat.

"Who are you? I didn't know pirates would go this low and letchildren in."

"I am the 'Princess Pirate' and I was born into piracy."

"Born?" he said through gritted teeth. "And what makes you Princess Pirate? You're just as dirty as any other." I had now kicked his feet from underneath his so that he was flat on his back. I jumped on him pulling out my short sword in the process and holding it to his throat.

"Because my father is Cap'n as so is my mother."

"Cap'n?" he raised his eyebrows, "Cap'n of what? The Jolly Rodger?" He said almost liked it was a joke.

"Yes," I sat back confused. Now was a moment where he could strike, but he didn't move.

"How? Wait...who is your father."

"Well, James Hook, of course." I said as if it was obvious.

He laughed, "James Hook? Why he's dead!"

"No, no, no he isn't. My mother said so herself." Then I took in his features. Blonde hair with a bit of brown here and there and green piercing eyes. Green like the forest, but then again light like a lime. "Who are you anyway?"

"I'm Peter Pan and these, "he pointed to the rest of the boys, "are the Lost Boys." I urgently pressed the dagger back down by his neck.

"How are you alive?" I gritted my teeth for about the fourth time today.

"Is that a serious question?" he spit back at me.

"You said my father was dead, and then you must have killed him." I said more to myself then to him.

"Well, actually he killed himself. Let me tell you how he died. Ah, where should I start?"

"From the beginning." I pressed the dagger father into his neck, but not so that it would cut him just intimidate him a little.

"Well, you know that hook he had on his hand? Yes? Well I gave it to him. I cut his hand off in a fight and threw it to a crocodile. The beast loved it so much he was after Hook ever since. Well lets fast forward, the day Wendy was leaving. Hook had kidnapped her and the Lost Boys taking them so that I would rescue them. I rescued them alright and then Hook decided he wanted to fly like Peter Pan, so he got some fairy dust and put it on himself then he flew, fighting me, too. Now he soon started to really get to me telling me Wendy would leave me and such, as she did later, but that is a different story for another time. Anyway he got me on the ground and was about to kill me, but Wendy stopped him and he threw her down there with me. Then she kissed me. And I got all my energy back and pushed Hook all the way out over the sea, but he could still fly. And you should know that unhappy thought bring people down so that they can't fly. I, Wendy, and the Lost boys kept chanting something, something I can't remember what it was,until he said it himself and the crocodile ate him whole. So really he killed himself." He finished with a smirk, but when he saw the look in my eyes he stopped. I stabbed the ground, right beside his head, picked it up again, and ran.

Ran away from Peter Pan.

Ran away from his Secret Hideout.

Ran away from the lost boys.

Ran away from the truth.