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Chapter Eleven: Don't You Even Think About It
Wendy's POV

The sun had set some time ago, ending another day in Neverland. My backside was numb from sitting on the bench beside the window for the last two hours. Hook hadn't returned since he had all but ran out of the room some time earlier. I was pretty confident that he had bought my lies. Before he had left, he had looked utterly unnerved. I took that as a good sign.

Maybe he was somewhere rethinking all of his past actions. Maybe he has seen the error of his ways. Maybe he is going to burst through the doors, telling me that he is leaving to return home to his mother, and that the boys and I were free to leave. Or, maybe his is already preparing the plank for me to walk off.

Yeah, that's more like it.

Being the nosey person that I was, I had spent a great deal of my time rummaging through Hook's draws. A mountain of papers and maps, a few gems, an empty leather bound journal and a bag of gold coins were all that I had been able to find. Nothing interesting, if you ask me.

I looked out of the window and saw nothing but darkness. Black clouds covered the moon, blocking its light. I hadn't heard any signs of life for over half an hour. Not being able to sit here a minute longer, I stood. I had a job to do: I needed to find the boys and get us off this ship. I quickly walked over to the door and gripped the handle. Trying to be as silent as possible, I opened the door a fraction. I looked though the gap and saw a sliver of the deck. No sudden noise hit me. Deeming it safe, I opened the door more until I was able to stick my head out. I was surprised to find myself completely alone.
I stepped out hesitantly onto the dimly lit deck. A gas lamp to my right flickered. The only noise was the creaking of timber as the ship rocked gently in the waves. My eyes landed on an open wooden hatch that sat in the middle of the deck. I walked over quickly, keeping my steps as light as possible. I was terrified that a mob of pirates were going to burst onto the deck at any moment, guns blazing.

I stood over the hatch, looking down at it uneasily. A rickety-looking wooden ladder lead down into blackness. Swallowing the growing urge to retreat back to the safety of the Captain's study, I slowly descended down the ladder. I winced as it creaked loudly under my weight. My bare feet touched the thin, wooden floorboards below deck. Small lanterns sat suspended on the walls, lighting a narrow hallway that was thankfully empty.

I didn't want to walk down it. I wanted to scurry up the ladder as fast as I possibly could and run to the safety of Hook's cabin. No, scratch that, I wanted to be home with my family.

But I wasn't.

I was on some god-damned pirate ship that was captained by an emotionally scarred man who was hell-bent on making Peter and the Lost Boys suffer. I wasn't one for swearing, but even I had to admit that this situation was a fucking mess.

Knowing I was out of options, I summoned the last of my courage and made my way down the dimly lit corridor that could possibly lead me to a den of bloodthirsty pirates. Whatever happened, I knew one thing: this would make an amazing story to tell John...if I ever made it home.

-X-X-X-

Peter's POV

My eyelids threatened to close as my eyes picked up on a light tapping against the wooden flooring.

Not again, I grumbled internally. Why couldn't those pirates piss off and leave us alone for two minutes.

I forced my eyes to stay open and rubbed at my face. Curly mumbled something into the side of my shirt, fast asleep. A few hours ago, he had curled up beside me and had been out like a light. The little guy was absolutely shattered. I guess getting kidnapped and nearly killed could knock you around a bit.

"Boys?" someone down the hall whispered quietly, almost inaudibly.

My head turned to face the shadowed corridor, expecting to see someone standing there. Nibs, who had been lying on his back in the middle of the cell and was the only member of the Lost Boys who was awake, pushed himself into a sitting position. He looked at me, noiselessly checking to see if I had heard the sound also. We sat and listened in silence. After a long moment, no noise hit out ears, making me question our hearing. Nibs' eyebrows pulled together and, perplexed, he slowly slunk back down onto the floor.

Yep, we were officially hearing voices that weren't there. Was this stage one or stage two of going insane?

I closed my eyes and let out a gust of air. I really wanted to get out of this cell. It didn't look like a possibility for the near future so I let me head loll back against the wall, getting comfy.

"Peter?"

My eyes shot open. Okay, I definitely hadn't imagined the voice this time.
Nib's head rolled over and he looked at me with a startled expression. "It sounds like-"

"Wendy," I finished for him, a sinking feeling forming in my stomach. Since overhearing the pirates, I had a bad feeling that Wendy was on the ship. I prayed that she wasn't. Surely she wasn't that stupid!

My heart in my throat, I jumped to my feet, momentarily forgetting about poor Curly who was snuggled against me. He flopped over onto his side, stirred and grumbled in his sleep, but thankfully didn't wake. I strode over to the bars of the cell and gripped them tightly, peering down the dark hallway. A gas lamp screwed into the wall beside the cell only gave of minimal light, barely doing anything at all.

"Hello?" I called out, trying to keep my voice relatively quiet. I didn't want to wake up an unfriendly pirate now, did I?

It was quiet for a moment before footsteps pounded against the wooden floor as a person rushed towards us. Wendy broke through into the dull light a moment later, looking completely frazzled. "Peter!" she exclaimed, throwing herself at the bars.

Her hands reached through to fist themselves tightly in the front of my shirt, and I was jerked forward. Nibs stood instantly and was by my side in a second. I took no notice, focusing solely on Wendy. She stood less than a foot away, eyeing me with wide, almost frantic eyes. I was both relieved and terrified to see her. Large, purple circles had formed under her eyes, and her face was washed out and pale.

"Wendy?" Nibs said in disbelief.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped without thinking, my stomach dropping to my feet. My hands reached through the bars to grip both sides of her face. She was here; she was actually on board the ship. I didn't know whether I wanted to kiss her or kill her. "I told you to stay at the hideout."

"I know, but some good that would have done. You could have been dead for all I knew," she exclaimed worriedly, her face paling at the thought. Wendy's eyes flickered around the cell, taking everything in. She gave Nibs a tight, worried smile that looked more like a grimace. Her eyes returned to look at my face. They quickly zeroed in on the bruise that took up a large portion of my face. "Are you alright? You look terrible."

I let out a short snort. I sure as hell felt terrible. "I'm fine," I said. "We all are. How did you even get on the ship?"

Wendy shook her head. "It doesn't matter right now. We need to get you all out of here."

"How?" Blinky said, looking at the huge, sturdy lock on the door that kept us trapped.

Wendy released my shirt and stepped backward. My hands fell from her face. "Can we kick the lock in?" She asked, her expression doubtful.

"Tried it. Nothing will open it except a set of keys…which we don't have," I said, uselessly stating the obvious.

Wendy bit down on her bottom lip, looking thoughtful. Looking at her, a funny feeling that I have never experienced before bubbled in my stomach. It felt like nerves, but also butterflies...

What the fuck was I saying? I was starting to sound like a completely girl.

"Have you seen Tink?" I asked, ignoring the weird sensation.

Wendy shook her head sadly. "No, I haven't. I was going that she would have been with you."

My mouth tightened in worry. Earlier, Nibs had informed me that she had been taken below deck as soon as the boys had been dragged aboard the ship. Tink hadn't been seen since.

Nibs kicked at the steel bars in frustration. "No doubt that bastard has her locked up somewhere," he spat angrily, referring to Hook.

It was easy to tell that he was beating himself up about not being able to stop the pirates from taking her away, from not being able to protect the boys. It want his fault in the slightest. If it was anyone's, it was mine. I should have been shouldn't have been alone when the Hideout exploded. It wasn't Nibs' job to look after us all. God, he was barely fourteen, only a kid.

"We need to keys," he said, sounding defeated, looking at the floor as he spoke. Poor guy. I wanted to pat him on the back or offer some comforting gesture, but I held back, doubtful that he would appreciate it.

"What if I were to go get them?" Wendy suggested, causing my head to jerk around to look at her.

"No," I said instantly, shaking my head. "No way in hell." There was no chance that I was allowing Wendy to go and try steal a set of keys off a bunch of bloodthirsty pirates. "It's too dangerous."

"It's not," Wendy insisted. She stepped closer toward the bars until her face was only a few inches away from mine. "You would do it."

My eyes narrowed at her stubborn behaviour. She couldn't be seriously considering going after the keys. "That's not the point. You could get hurt."

She scoffed. "Have a little faith," Wendy said dryly. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she thought whatever 'plan' of hers that she was forming.

"What if they see you?" I asked, desperately trying to make her see sense.

"They all know that I'm here, Peter. They were the ones who brought me on-board."

"How come you aren't locked up like us?" Nibs interrupted.

Wendy bit the inside of her cheek in a nervous gesture. "I sort of told Hook that I was his sister," she mumbled quickly, her words running together.

"What?" Nibs and I exclaimed at the same time. That definitely wasn't the answer I was expecting.

"What the hell, Wendy." I stared at her in shock. Was she serious? Wendy gave a small shrug. "And he bought it."

She nodded slightly, looking timid. "Yeah, I think he did."

Nibs blew out a large gust of air before chuckling. "So, with the help of a few lies, you managed to bamboozle Hook into thinking that you were some long-lost relation. Jeez, he must be even dumber than Blinky."

I couldn't help but grin. Wendy laugh, although she said: "Don't be mean. And I can be a pretty good actor."

"You're right," Nibs agreed, humouring her. "You could defiantly make the big times."

"I was born for the screen," she teased. I shook my head at both of them, the corners of my mouth twitching up. "Anyway, back to getting you out of here," Wendy said, her grin fading. "I'm going to find the key."

My slightly lighter mood instantly darkened again. "I already told you no. It's too dangerous." Her eyes narrowed, but I didn't care. She could glare all she wanted, but that wouldn't change my mind. She wasn't going.

"It's not up to you," she said, her voice starting to show slight annoyance. Wendy eyed the bars between us. "And if you haven't noticed, you aren't exactly in a position to stop me."

My eyes widened in shock and I saw her own spark with defiance. My arm shot out through the bars to grab her but she jerked out of reach. "Wendy," I warned. "Don't you even think about it."

She took a step back, shaking her head.

"I mean it."

"So do I," Wendy said, taking another step back. "It's not like there is any other option."

I could see her point, but I didn't want her going. She could easily get hurt. What if they catch her snooping? They'll kill her. I began to panic as a hundred possible situations raced through my head. "For fuck's sake, Wendy. Don't you dare," I barked.

"I'll be back shortly," Wendy said. Before I could do anything, she turned and retreated back down the dark hallway.

"Wendy, come back!" I yelled after her.

She didn't.

Of course she fucking didn't.

I was wondering what everyone's fav POV was? I'll make sure to include the favourite one in the next chappie! :)!