Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except Eloise… of course.
I landed on a rock in mermaid lagoon. The mermaids there were gorgeous.
"Is that Wendy?" One of them asked another.
"No way! She's way prettier than Wendy."
"Won't you swim with us?" One swam over to me and asked me.
"Yes swim with us!" Another came to my rock. They started pulling on my dressand splashing me.
"Alright," I pulled out my wand and waved it. I dove into the water and swished my new dark purple tail. I had dark purple seashells too.
"Aww, your no fun!" One with a green tail said.
"We were only trying to drown you," said a blue-tailed one.
"Hmph!" Said another green-tailed. They shooed me away so I went to swim towards a funny looking island. It looked like a skull. I was inside so I climbed onto some rocks and looked around. With a flick of my wand I turned my tail back into legs and my dress reappeared. I looked around. The cavern was seemingly empty, but I could hear breathing.
"Hello? Who's there? I'm armed!" I held up my wand and walked in a circle around myself. When I had completed the rotation a man chuckled and stepped out of the shadows. He had black curly locks and a red pirate outfit.
"Who are you?" I asked with my wand at the ready.
"Are you pointing a stick at me?" He chuckled, "Get her boys!"
A sharp blow to my head and I was quickly unconscious and on the floor with a cackling man standing above me.
Third Person:
Hook and his crew rowed back to their ship. They knew something had come to Neverland because they watched as it fell out of the sky. They sent a spy out o its landing location and watched as she flicked a magic stick to build a house. He followed her into the jungle and overheard her conversation with Peter.
They came back to the ship and tied up the girl. They took her wand away and locked it in a glass cabinent.
Third Person (Peter's Hideout)
"Where's Eloise?" Cubby complained.
"I don't know! Let's play a game! Find Eloise!" Peter shouted and all the lost boys set out to find Eloise as if she were Hook's treasure.
Eloise's POV:
I woke up in a dark room with a few streams of light. I tried to reach for my wand, but I was tightly bound. I couldn't move my arms or legs and I felt like a snake.
The door opened and the tall man from earlier stepped in. He was incredibly hairy. He lit a lamp and the room flooded with light. I gulped. He had a hook for a hand. He walked closer to me and ran his hook down my cheek so it barely touched me. I shivered and gulped again.
"Hello Eloise," He said as he played with his moustache, "I know all about your little secret. You witches are despicable!"
"Why are you so bitter?" He turned to look at me and his blue eyes turned a shade of red.
"Your 'species' are the ones who sent me to this hell hole! I was a normal and respectable man! I lived during the witch trials. I was about to get my hands on a witch when she used her wretched little stick and sent me here. I've been dying to get revenge. And now I can. You see my little devil… I'm going to kill you," He left without another word. The lamp soon went out as well and I was left all alone in the dark to cry my heart out. I didn't want to die. This never would've happened if I had paid attention in my astrology class last year. If I knew which star was the North Star, I would be living a happy life without mermaids, pirates, or boys named Peter Pan. Peter Pan was the only nice person on the island. He may have been a little arrogant, but he offered me a home and friendship. I let it all go to waste. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
Another salty tear slid down my cheek.
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I must have been down there for an hour by the time another pirate came down. He lifted me up and carried me onto the deck. I was gagged and blindfolded. I was set down on a hard wood thing and it started rocking. I was on a boat. The rocking stopped and I was taken out of the boat. I was soon placed upright and more rope was tied around me. There was an uncomfortable feeling along my back. I was tied to a wooden pole. During the trials every witch would be either hung or burnt at the stake. I wiggled my toes and felt sticks of different sizes. I was going to die. Now.
A loud crowing sound echoed. Peter Pan was here! I was could hear the slashing of swords and the clamber of rocks as Peter and the lost boys attacked the pirates. I could still hear the same sounds as a smell crept towards my nose. Smoke.
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Author's Note: Oh no! Is she going to die? Will Peter save her? One way to find out!
