Hello! Before you read this chapter, I must explain something first. Captain Memo is part of a tourist attraction in Clearwater, Florida. It's a pirate ship (Pirate Ransom) and if you look it up theirs an actual story to it. It's a bit more realistic then this one, but I don't own Captain Memo at all. That's all I wanted to say. Happy reading!

Chapter 2 : A Mysterious Ship

Peter Pan sat down on the sandy shores of the Neverland. The sand was hot, but Peter ignored it. After all, that's what made it beachy.

Yes, Peter was sure that his Never Beach needed the sand.

The waves curled towards his feet.

The ocean needed the sand of the shore; they were always together for as long as Peter could remember. And statistically speaking, Peter had been alive for a very long time.

So if Peter was the shore, who was the ocean?

Wendy.

The name stung across his head. Wendy would be the ocean.

Peter's head hurt.

Tinkerbell, his enchanting fairy companion, landed on his shoulder and jingled like the sound of a bell.

"Tink!" Peter snapped at her crossly, "I'm fine! I'm just thinking."

Tinkerbell laughed mockingly. Peter Pan thinking? Unheard of! Peter Pan didn't think; he dove headfirst into action without bothering to reflect.

Little did Tinkerbell know that Peter would be doing a lot of thinking over the next few days.

But that wasn't completely true. Peter would often spend hours playing his pipes and get lost in thought. But what (or who) was Peter thinking about?

Wendy.

Tinkerbell turned red with rage at the thought.

With her hands on her hips and wings fluttering, Tinkerbell flew towards Peter, accusingly jingling more pixie dust into the conversation.

"I'm not thinking about Wendy!" Peter lied as Tinkerbell glared at him. He still didn't understand why every single female on the island hated Wendy. "It's something else."

Tinkerbell withdrew.

But Peter was thinking about Wendy. He couldn't help it. It had been a year since their first Neverland adventure. Wendy had changed. And whenever Peter mentioned it, she would argue back the same lousy excuse. At least it was lousy to Peter.

"You've changed!" Peter growled. "You're taller!"

It was true; Wendy still hadn't reached Peter's height, but she was closer than before. Wendy slumped down as if doing so would fix everything.

"Yes," Wendy said, looking as if she were thinking carefully about her response. "Peter, I am a little taller. But I haven't changed much-"

"Yes, you have," Peter rebuked, not letting her finish. "And soon you will grow up and forget all about me-"

He stopped when Wendy interrupted him, to his great shock. "Peter," she said, "I haven't changed a bit inside."

And Peter had to admit that she was right.

Peter also noted that Wendy's everyday outfits had changed a bit. She wore longer skirts, more ruffles, and once Peter had even seen Wendy with her hair pinned up in an updo instead of her normal blue ribbon!

Peter grumbled. Silly girls with their silly hair and their silly clothes!

But Peter knew that was completely out of his hands. Wendy was going to turn thirteen pretty soon. Also, Wendy had gotten more adventurous and daring. But Wendy still acted like the proper little lady she was. It just didn't mean that she couldn't adventure with the most wonderful boy in the world!

Peter was a very forgetful child, but he could never forget Wendy Darling.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, blowing sand into Peter's eyes. A huge shadow loomed above him; it wasn't his.

"Tink?"

The ship was huge, with intricate architectural details. Painted in white, cherry red, and black, it boasted blue-and-white striped sails. Soon, the name became visible, glistening gold against the sunlight.

The Pirate Ransom.

Peter was slightly shocked by the presence of such a vessel. The ship stopped at the shore. Peter jumped up and took out his blade. Then he heard a slight sound. Peter became very cautious.

He wasn't frightened because he was Peter Pan. This outlawed any cowardice. No one called Peter Pan a coward and lived.

Peter stared at the ship and called out "Hey!"

Nothing.

"Hello up there!"

Peaceful silence.

And Peter Pan was well known for disrupting peace and silence.

"Hey! Answer me! Who are you?!" Peter called out with all his might.

Suddenly, the weather began to blow cold and unforgiving. Tinkerbell clung onto his hat, while Peter heard lightning flash in the sky as it began to pour.

For the second time that day Peter Pan was surprised.

It couldn't be Hook, Peter knew that. He could see the Jolly Roger far away in the corner of his eye. So who was the captain of this ship?

Peter's initial hesitation vanished as he flew up and landed on the deck. Tinkerbell jingled angrily at him. "Oh right," Peter said, putting Tinkerbell back into his hat. Fairies couldn't fly with wet wings.

Peter scanned the ship. It appeared to be a typical pirate ship, complete with a deck, ropes, sails, and cabins. However, the only peculiarity about it was the apparent presence of ghosts.

Peter, dagger drawn, crept along the deck. The ship swayed back and forth, matching the sudden weather change.

FLASH!

Peter jumped in amazement at how skittish he was acting. No way, Pan simply didn't act skittish!

Captain Memo was filled with woe

He defeated all of his foes

They died in sorrow

All thanks to Captain Memo

It was a voice, eerily singing.

"Captain Memo?" Peter asked in confusion. He felt Tinkerbell scrunching through his hair.

"HOW DARE YOU!" a brusque voice yelled. "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK HIS NAME IN HIS PRESENCE?"

Peter flew up immediately, but to his shock, something slapped him from behind, knocking him out of the air. Peter yelped as he landed smack on deck; the weather seemed far worse than before. Peter could barely see.

"Hey!" Peter yelled back as he scrambled to his feet. "Codfish!"

Then four things happened simultaneously.

First a mast came tumbling down towards Peter.

Secondly, Peter dodged out of the way.

Thirdly, a ghost ran through Peter.

Finally, the one and only Peter Pan ran (I mean flew) out, scared.

The ghost running through Peter was a terrible feeling. He could feel and relive all his greatest fears, all the terrible memories. He felt half-possessed but quickly snapped out of it.

He flew.

He flew as far away as possible from the dreaded Pirate Ransom.

He flew away from Neverland.

He flew towards the second star on the left and continued flying in a straight line until dawn.

And he didn't stop flying till he hit the Darling's nursery window.

And that was very unusual for Peter Pan.

That was all. Poor Peter it must've hurt his pride. But I suppose even the Great Pan has bad days. I hope you have a lovely evening!

- mistowen