Wendy felt her heart stop as Hook's sword came inches away from Peter. He then grabbed Peter by his hair and made him face her. Her breath came heavy and her vision began to blur with tears that were welling up in her eyes.
In her despair she remembered Hook's promise to her and she made certain he would honor it. She pushed off the man that was holding her and went to Peter's side.
Wendy knew this was the last time she would see him and so she made the best of it. Looking into his eyes she put her palm against his cheek, she could feel how even that small gesture had made her blush. However she paid no attention to this, instead she bent down and whispered into Peter's ear so that only he could hear her words.
"This belongs to you, and it always will."
And so she kissed him. The rush it caused to have his lips against hers was breathtaking. Everything around them was spinning and the only person she could see was him. She would have wanted to continue kissing but she knew that her goodbye had been said. It was time to save Peter from Hook once again. Even if the price was her own life, she was willing to pay it.
She looked into Peter's eyes once more and drew the strength to do what had to be done. Laying down beside him she said the words that she knew would hurt him enough to leave the ship without her.
"Peter, I am sorry. I must grow up."
Peter felt as if his heart would burst. How could she do this to him after he had risked his life to save her? He could not believe it, he did not want to believe it, but Wendy made sure that he did. Feeling as if all was lost Peter and the Lost Boys abandoned the ship, leaving Wendy behind.
Hook was not easily deceived and he was furious. He finally had the chance to get rid of Pan and Wendy had saved him by driving him away. Hook pondered his options and came up with a new plan to destroy Peter. He would allow Pan to live but without an inch of joy or hope in his being, and he knew just the way to achieve it. He grabbed Wendy by her hair and put his hook to her throat.
"There is still room for a story teller," he said teasingly.
"I'd rather die!" her voice carried the bravery she thought she could never have.
