Hey Everyone! I am a thousand and one times sorry I haven't undated in so long! And I also want to apologize if you thought the ending of the last chapter was rather abrupt. I was trying to make it seem that way because from the eyes of Wendy, it was sudden and unexpected. However; I added more to it from Peter's POV. Please write me reviews and don't stop checking for updates. I love you all dearly!
You know what's really powerfully sexy? A woman with a taste for adventures. –C.E Martin
Peter's POV
After arriving in Neverland, I sat perched on a cloud deciding what my next move would be. Maybe Tink had a point when she said I need a plan to save Wendy. Thank gods she agreed to watch over the John and Michael or else I would undoubtedly be getting an earful of I-Told-You-So. I cannot risk everything by going straight to her only to fail in front of her and giving Hook exactly what he wants.
Or I could be wasting precious time. Wendy could be close to death and I would be sitting here twiddling my thumbs. The thought of My Wendy in pain is almost too much and a part of me; my heart; pounds so furiously I fear it will break free of my chest and go rescue her itself. But another part of me; my brain; still insists on creating a strategy. Letting out a short breath of frustration, I fall back on to the soft cloud and think it through.
I could gather up the Lost Boys and whoever else would help and together we could all rescue her; like the great team we once were. But the Boys lost all their respect for me when I ditched them for Wendy every day and eventually dropped all contact with me. They didn't understand how a girl could tear me away from them. I guess they didn't see what I saw. They didn't see the way her eyes glistened when she smiled, just like sunshine bouncing off of the ocean, or the way she carried herself, daring anyone to try to oppose her. Her fierceness was something she developed after she left Neverland and I grew accustomed to it quickly. Wendy started to hold this sharp yet intelligent gleam in her sparkling eyes that warded off any guy who tried to come in physical contact with her. She held her head and standards high believing I was the only one who could meet her requirements and I mentally added this part of her to the endless list of why she drove me absolutely mad. More qualities that appear on this invisible list is the way her hair shines bright in the sun like her own personal golden halo and the shade of her lips that shame the red, red rose. Wendy told a story once about a princess by the name of Aurora whose beauty was far greater than anyone else's. I remember thinking that about Wendy's timeless magnificence as I listened from the window sill and when I returned to Neverland to retell the story to the Lost Boys, I changed Aurora's name to Wendy.
My head was consumed with these thoughts that my heart already knew to be true when I heard a commotion. Lowering my body by force of habit, I peek over the edge of the cloud and see Hook with his crew beaching their dingys on Neverland's shore. One pirate had thrown a punch at another over something foolish I imagine and a full-fledged fight had broken out. Hook stood on the outside of the rumble with a look mixed with disbelief, disappointment, and sheer annoyance. I suppose that's why I wasn't surprised when he pulled out his pistol and shot into the air to stop the fight. When only a few men obeyed their captain and stopped their fighting, Hook grew angrier and loaded another bullet into his gun. I thought it strange that he only kept a single bullet it in at a time. The rest were in his coat pocket. After the bullet was in the chamber, he cocked it and then to my horror, aimed it directly at my cloud. Terrified and sure that he had seen me, I leapt into flight. Hook fired at the cloud while looking at his crew and appeared as though he had not seen me. But it was too late for I had made myself visible. He looked directly at me as I slipped into the Neverland foliage.
I pressed my back against the rough bark of a Nevertree so fearfully and forcefully I could feel it breaking my skin in recently healed places. Breathing heavily, I tried to decide on my next move. Should I go to the air or remain here and hope he won't come searching for me? Wait… If he is here with all his crew then whose with Wendy? The answer hit me like a joyful slap on the back; No one is.
"SMEEEEE!" Hook screeches from the shore. Damn, missed my chance. The frustration overwhelms me when I realize how open an opportunity I had to save My Wendy. I spin around and punch the tree's tough bark splitting the knuckle on my middle and pointer finger. I immediately retract my hand and hold it tightly to secure. Idiot, I think to myself as I suck at my bloody knuckles to stop the flow of blood and null the pain.
Hook's shout to Smee tells me that he is the one left with Wendy. I could easily take on the short and stout little pirate but knowing his kind heart; He would probably hand her over without a fight then tell Hook I was sly and took her right from under his nose. I peek around the corner of the Nevertree and see the crew with their captain rushing back to the Jolly Roger.
I slowly creep to where the jungle meets the shore and wait impatiently for Hook to make it to the ship. This takes him quite a while and I munch on my fingernails to cover up how nervous the suspense of this rescue makes me. After what seems like hours, I faintly see the pirates arrive at the ship and climb aboard. Now's my chance. I stand and dust the white sand off of the leafy shorts I wear then check to make sure my blade is fastened tightly to my waist. It is tightly secured and the sun reflects off of it, flashing me with a bright beam of sunshine that seems to say Bring It On. And without another thought, off I go towards the Jolly Roger and My Sleeping Beauty.
I softly land on one of the wooden beams that hold up her main mast. My shadow can be so easily seen because the sun is especially bright on the ship. The curiosity in me bubbles as to why it is so much sunnier here than actually on Neverland but I push away that thought for another time. Peering around the corner of the ship's mast, I see the crew huddled around a chimnea. That's strange. It's so warm out why would they need a fire pit? I ask myself inside my head. Nearly all of the pirates have a bottle of rum in their dirty fists and they are all looking weirdly excited. This can't be good. Then I hear a shriek that I known for certain belongs to Wendy. A flood of mixed emotions flows through me. Fear combined with relief that she's at least alive with some realization of how hard this rescue might be. Those feelings are immediately erased when Hook pushes her out from the door that leads to under the ship; the chambers/prison cells.
Wendy's face would likely show weakness, defeat, and agony but instead shows rebellion, bravery, and perseverance. Though her red lips are drooling crimson blood, they seem to beckon mine towards them. Her golden hair is unclean and unkempt but its shine still sparkles through the grime just like her spirit. Wendy's fierce eyes are set in her classic glare that makes even I feel weak in the knees. The gold specks in her iris are even noticeable from up here or maybe I just know what to look for. Her once beautiful dress that she wore with such confidence and pride is nothing more than rags that keep her thin body from being fully seen. I am ever so thankful for those rags; who knows what a blood thirsty pirate would do to her if he was provoked.
Hook has her handcuffed but if pulling her along by a firm grip in her curls. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from acting too quickly. The captain pushes her down in a shabby chair in front of the fire pit. Other crew members jump to tie her down; no doubt just to lay a hand on her. I start to taste blood.
"See this, Whore." Hook starts as he pushes Wendy's face closer to the flames of the pit. "See how it burns for you. See how your precious Pan is nowhere to be seen." I lunge forward but stop myself when I see him place a branding iron in front of her face. From where I am, I can see what it reads. Property of J. Hook. That's it! I jump into the air only to be yanked backwards. My blade's caught on a part of the mast. I desperately claw at it, trying to free myself. I look down on the scene below me and see Hook slicing the collar of Wendy's dress to give him a noticeable spot to burn his mark into her flesh. I panic even more and quickly untie my belt. Knowing I can't go through with this without my knife, I fiddle with its tie and finally free it of all its bindings.
Just as Hook presses the scolding hot iron on Wendy's shoulder I tackle him from the left side. The iron soars over the side of the ship and I leg kicks over the chimnea. Fire spurs all over the wooden ground sending pirates leaping over the rails of the Jolly Roger in order to escape the flames. Wendy's eyes are clamped shut. I sucker punch Hook in the jaw releasing my anger I had held in for so long. His head jerks to the side because of the impact and a few strands of his greasy mane catch flames. He sneers and throws me aside then pins me down with his knees and arms. By now, his hair's whole right side was caught fire and when he notices he yelps and struggles to pin me down and save his face from further damage. I knock him over and run to Wendy dragging my left leg behind me; Hook must have twisted my ankle somehow or I landed funny on it.
When I reach Wendy, I free her from the ties which hold her to the chair and she joyfully runs into my embrace. I want to caress her so badly but there is a time and place for everything and this is neither the time nor place. I catch her body and instead of a hug, I hold her bridal style with my arms under her knees and supporting her upper back. She gives me that gorgeous smile of hers that I adore so much and I can't help but crow as we take off towards the old hideout. She snuggles her head lovingly into my neck as we fly and I feel the most at peace I have felt in the last couple days.