a/n: 'ello!(: Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I really havent been that busy, so I cant use that as an excuse. I guess you could say I just had extreme writers block. But now it's spring break and I have nowhere to go! So I should be on here a lot!(: anywho, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

And Peter dove.

It wasn't clumsy, noisy, or even expected. It was one single lithe movement, full of energy and determination. He was smiling the whole time.

Slightly surprised at the boys move, Hook stood motionless for a moment longer, holding me firmly. He hastily shoved me aside at the last second before drawing out a cutlass from his side.
I hit the ground roughly, landing on my shoulder, wincing when I made impact. I sat up again hastily, dazed.

"You're the Wendy lady, aren't you?" came a small voice.

I turned to see a little boy staring up at me with big blue eyes framed behind thick lashes. He was bound with ropes, looking disposed of in the corner of the ship, as if he were being kept there until further use.

I cocked my head to the side and replied, "The what?"

"The Wendy lady," the boy repeated. "I've heard stories. The Wendy lady came to Neverland with Peter to tell stories."

"I see," I said, though I really didn't. "But my name isn't Wendy."

"You're not Wendy," the boy said, as though reciting a nursery rhyme, "but you have-" he gasped—

"Peter! Watch out!" he cried.

BOOM! The cannon fired, rocking the floor of the ship.

Peter dodged the cannonball smoothly. It flew past him in the air and landed someplace off in the distance. He laughed and flew back toward Captain Hook, pulling a cutlass out of a pirate's sheath before coming within Hook's range.

"I'm Tiny, by the way," the little boy said casually, as if he was used to being held captive on a pirate ship.

"How did you get here?" I asked. I was pretty sure I had never seen any of these people before, wondered why my imagination conjured up such unfamiliar faces.

Hook and the boy were now locking swords, both very close to eachother. Hook snarled something and smiled menacingly. Peter's complexion had whitened a little. He smiled as well.

The battle raged on, but it seemed as though Peter was anticipating every move that Hook had to throw at him. With a laugh he kicked Hook backwards. Hook stumbled and fell, but not before knocking Peter as well, the boy as well.

"Well, ma'am," Tiny began politely, "I was out in the forest when Captain Hook grabbed me and took me here. I think I was to be used as bait. Along with you, of course," he added at the end. Poor little boy. He looked so innocent.

I shook my head and said, "That's not what I meant by-"

And then someone was thrown down in front of me, and my eyes were locked with a pair of blazing green irises. Every single color of green, mixed with tints of gold, like the sun shining down through the tree branches in a forest.

"Hiya, Pete!" Tiny said happily.

But he ignored the greeting. The boy regarded me with some surprise at first, but his gaze gradually became more curious. "You probably should have locked your window," he said matter-of-factly.

"I did-" I began to protest.

"Obviously not," he replied thoughtfully.

I realized then that the boy was almost completely on top of me, though I did not feel his body pressed against mine as I should have. I saw with a shock that he was hovering over me, almost thoughtlessly, as if he were used to it.

Our faces were so close, that Peter's fair golden hair blocked out everything but him from my vision. If I reached my head up slowly, only a little, our lips could touch…

Without another word, I yanked the small dagger from his waistband and gripped it tightly. The handle was intricately carved, small designs of trees were cut out.

The boy's eyes widened in surprise at first, and then in a more approving way as I sliced through the ropes binding the boy Tiny up.

"Tink!" the boy in front of me cried.

A small, delicate light flittered up to rest by the boys shoulder. Through the blazing light I could almost make out what seemed to be the general shape of a human, only much smaller.

"Grab Tiny, we're getting out of here."

The small light zipped over to where Tiny was sitting and situated herself on his shoulder. Tiny smiled gratefully as he got to his feet and began to run to the other side of the ship.

I stared after him in confusion. "Can't we just jump off the sides?" I asked.

The boy looked at me. "No. Crocodile."

"Oh," I said mildly as I got to me feet.

As soon as the boy saw I was ready, he turned and began to take off after Tiny with me trailing fast behind him.

At the front of the ship I could spot Tiny and the small ball of light. The light flew in a spiraling circle around the boy as he jumped off the front of the ship and took off into the air.

"Shoot him!" Hook screamed from the confinements of the ship's net. He looked like a fish caught in a net, only with a large, plumed hat."Shoot him NOW!" he roared.

BOOM!

I heard a defining crack as the cannon ball made contact. I heard the main wooden mast creak and groan, as if it had been woken from a deep slumber. I noticed right then that the cannonball had made purchase with the mast of the ship I was on, and that when it would fall in only a matter of seconds, I would be under it, with no chance of aversion.

But before the timber smashed into me, I was scooped up and lifted into the air. I looked around in amazement as the ship I was just on became a small brown smudge on a canvas made entirely of blue. I turned also to see that on the edges of the water were scenes that would have contradicted one another anywhere else: volcanoes next to mountains next to a forest next to a beach next to a lake, and so on. It was absolutely, undeniably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my whole life.

But how did I get up here?

I suddenly realized that I was being carried. I looked to my right to see the blonde haired, green eyed boy that was on the ship earlier. And he was flying.

I screamed and pushed away from him, throwing myself out of his arms.

Big mistake.

"Wendy!" the boy cried as I plummeted to the earth.
I was very high up, I thought. Was there even oxygen this high? Probably not- I was dreaming, right? Of course I could breathe.

And boys could fly.

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