Not much to say about this one. I had it typed up for a while, but was too lazy to post it up. This chapter will have a bit more on our dastardly villain! XD Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership over Peter Pan, Tinker Bell or the beautiful place of Never Land, Never Never Land, or, as it is called in this story, Neverland. I own Melody/ Kino, Toriko, Mota, Luep and Niko. That is all.

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Luep grabbed my right arm while Mota grabbed my left, helping me up after I had oh-so gracefully fallen on my face after emerging from my new entrance to the hideout. After I had gotten to my feet, Peter walked over and smiled.

"Wasn't it a perfect fit? he asked.

I nodded, "It fit like a glove."

Peter grinned proudly, placing his hands on his hips.

I stretched my hands above my head, the pulsing pain slowly beginning to fade. I looked up through the canopy of leaves hiding a hole in the ceiling. I must have been out for a while when that bear knocked me out. Either that or fighting the bear had taken up more time than I thought for it was already dark out. I wandered over to the dining area, which was really just the place where we kept the food. I would probably have to make dinner soon, and I was completely tuckered out after my hunting trip. But those boys must be starving! I smiled, they did not want to bug me after my little episode. I guess they could be sweet when they wanted to.

I dug around in the storage space, discovering a stash of peanuts. I suddenly had an idea, scooping up some wild strawberries and dumping them in a bowl. The bowl was really just a hollowed out coconut, but it would work. It really amazed me how creative these boys were sometimes. I picked a large stick up off the ground a began pounding the berries, adding the nuts in once the berries had been crushed into a fruity paste. Once I had crushed the nuts, I slapped some of the paste onto pieces of bread I had found, a poor attempt at peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but it was good enough for these boys. I placed them on the leaf plates and plopped them on the table. "Hey, dinner!" I called, taking a bite out of my sandwich.

The boys flocked over to me, staring at the sandwiches. They looked up at me, obviously having never seen a sandwich.

"Eat it. It's good." I took another bite of my sandwich for emphasis.

Boys eat so quickly, do they even taste their food? The boys, having finished their meal, attempted to leave their plates on the table and go play.

"Hey! Rinse off your plates and stack them over here." I barked, pointing to the designated area. "I'm not your mommy." I added.

The boys, even Peter, picked up their plates and did as they we told.

I blew a strand of dirty blond hair out of my face, a smile on my face. Ah, the power ... I must not abuse it. I yawned, wondering when I could get the boys to go to bed. After all that had happened I just wanted to tell them their story and go to bed. I loafed around for a while, waiting for the moon to be visible through the canopy of leaves. The boys all passed the time differently. Niko scribbled on a stray piece of bark with a stick dipped in berry juice. Luep and Mota played leap frog, Niko soon joining in while Toriko sat in a corner, sharpening his sword. Peter sat in a large ornate chair, paying his pan flute. He was quite talented. Once the moon had crawled to a certain place in the sky I jumped from my place on the floor. "I'm going to bed." I yawned, making my way to my designated sleeping area.

The boys all dropped what they were doing. "But what about our story?" Mota asked.

I shrugged, my plan was working. "I guess I can tell you one story." I paused to yawn again, trying to convince them. "If you all go to bed right now, I can tell you a story."

The boys all looked at each other. They knew that since I was not their mother, i could not make them go to bed. They were torn between staying up later and hearing a bedtime story. The twins ran to the place where the bed was stored. Mota got up on Luep's shoulders, pulling down the tab to pull the bed down. Niko dove under the covers, followed by Mota and Luep. They all shot a glance at Toriko.

Toriko glared at them, then heaved a heavy sigh. "Tch." he clicked his tongue as he dropped himself on the bed.

I grinned, they fell for it. I pulled up a stool next to the bed and began story time. I began my version of 'Jack and the Beanstalk.' I had decided earlier that I would stick to the stories that I knew. Well, I did not really know them, at least not by heart. I picked the ones whose storyline was familiar enough so that I could make up the details along the way. Now, the only thing I really knew about this story was that it was about a poor boy and his mother who had planted magic beans. The beans grew into a huge beanstalk that Jack climbed. When he reached the top he found a giant that wanted to grind his bones for bread, how gross is that? Anyway, the giant had something really valuable, I think it was a golden harp. Jack stole it and escaped, making he and his mother very rich. I didn't really get that part, so I told the boys it was a magic goose that laid golden eggs and when the boy brought it home they sold the golden eggs for a lot of money. I mean, who doesn't want to buy a golden egg? When I finally got the boys to fall asleep, I walked to the back of the room. There Peter sat, in his overly ornate chair in the back of the room like he had the night before.

Peter smiled at me, scratching his red hair sleepily, then we retreated to our room. With my training session and he hunting trip, we had not really found the time, or will to do it. Meaning that we are lazy little buggers. I collapsed onto my bed, thoroughly exhausted.

"Melody?" Peter whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I get a special story again tonight, right?" he asked.

I rolled over, retrieving my harmonica from an indentation in the wall where I had stashed it the night before. "Of course, Peter." I played a different song this night. A simple one, but it had a sweet melody (There I go again!). It was a shorter song than the one I played the night before, which did not give Peter the chance to nod off this time.

"Good night, Melody." he yawned.

Now felt like as good a time as ever to ask him about that. "Pete?"

"Hmm?" he asked sleepily.

I was unsure how to approach the subject. "You told all the boys to call me 'Kino' because that's my new name as a part of your crew, right?"

"Right."

"Then, why do you still call me 'Melody'?"

Peter was silent for what felt like a lifetime. I sighed, assuming that he had fallen asleep before I was able to choke the question out.

"I don't know." he finally answered.

"Oh, okay." I yawned, we all do things for no good reason at all.

"It's just this feeling in my stomach." he continued. "I give all the Lost Boys new names because I don' want to go through the hassle of learning their real names. I don't think I could remember any one of their names even if I wanted to."

I stayed silent, having nothing to say in response to that.

He still had more to say. "But the feeling in my stomach says you are different. It tells me to call you 'Melody.'" he spoke that last sentence slowly, audible confused at this feeling.

My heart was beating so fervently that I thought that the Lost Boys in the other room could hear it. "What is he talking about?" I wondered, the blood rushing to my face. I was so thankful for the fact that it was pitch dark in this room, for there was no way I could hide my red face if it were any brighter in here. "Oh, okay. That was all I wanted to know." I mumbled, pulling the covers over my head, vaguely wondering if Tinker Bell's new blanket was soft enough. "Good night!" I whispered from under the covers, his words racing through my head.

"Good night." he whispered back, soft snoring following it only moments later.

How wonderful it must be to live on feelings alone, no logic interfering. That was the way those in Neverland lived. "I envy you, Peter." I mumbled to myself, "After that, there's no way I'm getting to sleep." Damn hormones.

(---.:. ADVeNTuRe AWaiTS! .:.---)

On the other side of Neverland, a different tale was unfolding. In a lone pirate ship bobbing on the surface of a body of water something strange was happening. Mr. Smee boarded the pirate ship with a man not one of the men on board had ever met, but they all knew him from the horror stories told to them. The man hobbled beside Mr. Smee, his left leg was wrapped in a handkerchief, a significant of flesh and bone missing. Dirty black curls shielded his face from the prying eyes of those around him, his right hand tucked away in his sleeve. His left hand rested on Smee's shoulder, a make-shift crutch while he made his way to the Captain's quarters where Smee had resided all this time. The crew followed them, hushed whispers making their way throughout the crowd.

Smee barked orders to the cooks of the crew, the addressed hurrying to the kitchen, returning with piles and piles of fish and fruit. The placed it before the man, who looked as though he had not eaten a decent meal in months. The man calmly picked up a fork and began to eat. Any other man would have eaten with his hands, shoving food down his throat in a rabid, bug-eyes frenzy. The man took his time, chewing every bite and savoring the flavor. Once he had eaten his fill, he politely pushed the plate away, dabbing lightly at the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

The men all stared in awe at this man. After he had eaten, Smee ordered a bath to be drawn and the finest garments to be ready when the man was through.

When all the necessary procedures had been fulfilled, the man emerged from the quarters. His black curls were perfectly groomed and draped down past his shoulders in a waterfall of darkness, his face was freshly shaved, a pointy moustache gracing his upper lip. He donned the finest garments in a brilliant red, pants in perfect condition. Replacing the stump on his left leg was a beautifully handcrafted peg leg, whittled with the utmost care. Pale blue eyes examined the crew standing before him.

Even the biggest and strongest of men quaked in fear when those icy eyes lingered on him for but a moment before passing on over to the next man. He lifted his right arm, a hook replacing his hand. He used the tip of the hook to twirl his moustache in a humorous fashion, but not a single man even cracked a smile.

"Hook." a single man whispered.

Hook walked back and forth on the deck, his leather boot making a soft 'thump' every time it hit the wood. "Enough." the man barked, startling the crew. "Back to your posts."

The men scrambled to their designated spots, not daring to look in the direction of the demon that is Hook. A demon he truly must be, for having survived the encounter with the great crocodile, for lasting so long without food or fresh water, for such a calm demeanor when he was given food, not once losing his composure. That is, until ...

Tick. Tick. Tick

The man nearly jumped out of his skin. "What is that!" he cried.

One man responded by disappearing into the crew's sleeping quarters and returning with a small clock. "It is this, nothing but a clock." he chuckled.

This man was punished for his bravery for, without hesitation, Hook reached out his hand for a pistol, relinquishing the man of his life. "The clocks." Hook hissed. "Get rid of them all."

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