I heard a loud screech, and fled from the scene. Peter Pan was laughing his head off. "Good one Janeal!" I heard him call after me. Just as I saw Smee and the other pirates rushing to Father's aid, Peter Pan had flown right to my side.
I saw mischief in his eyes. "Say Janeal, why didyou do that?" His voice sounded incredulous, as if the scene he had witnessed,was the most chimerical thing he'd ever heard. "Well, I-I um, didn't want to see you get hurt, I suppose." I stuttered. "I wonder if Wendy would have ever do that." I heard him mumble to himself.
"Pardon me, but what did you say, Peter?" Who was Wendy? Was she a mermaid? Perhaps, she's a lost girl. No, wait, of course not! We have never had a lost girl, ever. Thoughts were intruding my brain.
"Oh nothing, I said nothing." Peter Pan said, and I looked at him curiously. "Are you sure?" He took out his Pan-Pipe, whistling tunes that I'd never heard of before. "Of course I'm sure!" He exclaimed.
I stretched, and asked: "Peter, do you suppose you could show me the rest of Neverland?" I almost pleaded.
Peter Pan's POV (Point of view)
"I, uh, can't Wen- I mean Janeal." I looked at Janeal, hoping she'd understand. "Why not?" She asked. I was getting irritated.
I can't show her! I only had shown Wendy. I still had to visit wendy. It had been five days since I'd visited her. With the way her world was, she could be all grown-up! "I just can't, alright?!" I had yelled at her. I suddenly hated my self. How could I do that?
I flew off and joined Tink, fuming all the way to the Lost Boy's home.
Janeal's POV (Point of View)
What had I done wrong? Why did Peter fly off like that? Did I make him angry? I began to feel very flagrant, and gritted my teeth. He must think he is very guile, leaving me like that! But part of me felt some sympathy. Whoever this Wendy was, she obviously was very dear to him. Nevertheless, I would escape from this ship, and look for Peter. I might just be able to talk it out with him.