Now most of you probably think Neverland is fun and gay. The most exiting thing to happen is to fight a pirate or an adventure.

But it's not.

There is a dark side like any other thing, and that is where pirates recruit, Prostitutes sell themselves, normal men drink until not even a bullet could make them walk, widow's smoke into oblivion. And it was here Wendy found herself.


The smell of tobacco, vomit and alcohol in the air, thick white smoke all around the ally ways, drunks singing, babies whaling, bullets firing, lifeless bodies thumping to the unforgiving ground.

And Wendy felt, for once in a very long, at peace.

Some might say Wendy was fortunate to have landed next to The Pigs Head Inn for it was, out of all the Inns close enough to see, the cleanest.

It was a small three story house with broken grimy windows and dirty out of place brick walls, the wooden door had bullet holes in every direction scared on it. The inside wasn't much better either. On the right was worn moth eaten furniture with blood stains on the carpet next to it. The carpet itself was a mangy orange colour with blood stains on it in every direction know to man.

One the left was an old wooden counter with an old man right behind it staring at her with eyes full on hunger and lust. His greasy gray hair had secretions missing like someone had pulled his hair one to many times. His face had scares in every direction and his nose was crocked like it had been broken numerous times in his life time. His cloths where ripped and ragged like old beggars clothes.

He smirked as Wendy came close to him. "Have you got a room I can borrow for the night? And not yours the old fart" she asked him in a deadly serious tone. "Yea, we got a room. Two en half shillin's mind ya."

She left the money on the counter, not wanting to touch his dirty fate hands. He led her up the creaking wooden stairs and into a small room. It wasn't much bigger than a broom closet, with a dirty rigid bed and a most eaten blood stained bed sheets and billow. They look as if they had started out a creamy colour but hadn't been washed in years. A very small dresser was at the end of the bed.

Once she had entered the room he walked out and closed the door with a large band behind him.

Wendy slowly moved over to the bed, or what was supposed to bed a bed, and lay over it. Not bothering to remove her clothing. And fell into a restless sleep.


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