Their Hearts' Desire

by Starflight1701

SEQUEL to "BATTLE FOR NEVERLAND" - (I changed the pen-name from Lywhn to Starflight). Five years after 'Battle...', an almost grownup Wendy returns to Neverland. As her suitor follows her for reasons other than 'rescuing' her, it threats Peter and his world. Hook is forced to act - not only to save the day but also 'his' storyteller for whom his heart burns. Full summary inside.

51. Two Ladies and A Pirate Captain

Hi, my dear readers,

Thank you for the feedback. I know, the most of you are more than curious about the further talk between our captain and Mrs. Darling, but also how he will react when meeting Victoria. Believe me, he is going to realize that the 'modern' girls differ a lot from those he knows from his time (*snicker*, just imagine he would meet today's people – poor Hook). Then the ship's visitors will face a few of Neverland's otherworldly habitants and then in the end something happens you all waited for.

Have fun

Yours Lywhn / Starflight

Chapter 49 – Two Ladies and A Pirate Captain

As Brynna Lunette regained consciousness, it was already past nine in the morning. Blinking slowly, she looked around, disoriented, and realized that it was her own bedroom. Beside her bed, a chair; she vaguely remembered Dalton there, keeping watch, but she wondered if this memory was accurate.

What happened? The last thing she knew for certain was that she had been in her kitchen/laboratory down in the cellar; she had called to the Horned King; she had felt power streaming through her. The rest was a blur.

Pushing herself onto her elbows, she tried to clear her head. There was a pounding behind her temples and she felt cold. Maybe she really had caught a cold? Looking around once more, she became aware she still wore the black dress, but the boots were beside her bed and a woolen blanket was spread over her. She pulled it away. Slowly swinging her legs over the side of the bed, pausing until the room stopped spinning around her, she rose. Steadying herself at the corner post of the canopy bed, she finally straightened and proceeded to the vanity mirror.

She gasped as a young woman, perhaps in her twenties, looked back at her, headache forgotten. The countenance was free of flaws, the eyes were bright, and the long hair was now crow's black.

Brynna began to chuckle. It had worked! The potion she had brewed from the boy's blood had really worked! Throwing her head back, she laughed loudly, triumphantly. She had cheated age and death – she was young and strong again! Many decades lay ahead before her, before she would have to find another way to wrest more years from the Grim Reaper.

Turning to the wardrobe, she pulled out a dark red dress she hadn't worn in years and nearly danced into her bathroom. With every passing moment, she felt more refreshed, stronger – more powerful! Oh, what a glorious victory she had gained! And she knew that it was only the beginning.

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At the same time, Olivia Simpson was readying breakfast. The young maid hadn't slept much after she met the little house-sprite – a real Brownie! Growing up in the country, she had heard stories about Hobgoblins and Brownies, and many people still believed in the Good Neighbors. Yet she had been astonished upon seeing Nissa, as the Brownie called herself. But she knew she was privileged to be regarded as worthy enough to know of the house-sprit's existence and that Nissa showed herself to her. And it was an even greater privilege that the female bogey took her into her confidence.

Nissa spun the tale of what was happening in this house, and though it sounded farfetched, insane, Olivia knew that the Brownie spoke the truth. A Brownie didn't lie. What Nissa told her added detail to the puzzle picture she had been putting together from the bits and pieces she had heard and seen in the house. As she worked, she sorted the story out in her mind. The housekeeper was a witch and had become young again last night using stolen blood from that strange boy – Peter – and brewing a potion from it. Additionally, Madame Lunette had called on the Horned King. Olivia shuddered at the awful thought. And the Viscount was a bad man, only too willing to murder his rival. The maid was glad that this 'James' had survived. Not only for his own sake, but also for Miss Darling's happiness, who loved him dearly.

Knowing what Miss Darling was up to – escaping during the night with the keys she had taken away from the insensate housekeeper – Olivia had ignored the soft noises she had heard in the backyard as the gates of the garage had been opened. Looking out of her window she had seen how the professor and Miss Darling pushed the Austin down the drive, a little being cowering on the front seat, the Brownie carrying a lamp. Simpson had crossed her fingers and said a prayer that Miss Darling would get away before someone became aware of her flight, and the Lord seemed to be on the young woman's side, because a few minutes later the professor returned without Miss Darling; wet and shivering, but Olivia saw him grinning.

And now, the young maid did what she could to buy Miss Darling more time. Like the morning before, she knocked at the guestroom door with a tray, waited, then went away when there was no answer. One of the viscount's guests saw her walking back down the hallway and she shrugged as he asked what the matter was. "Miss Darling didn't answer her door," she replied and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, usually served at nine. She couldn't know that this morning would be an extraordinary one – one, these walls wouldn't forget so soon …

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James Hook clenched his jaw, keeping a strong grip on his anger after he learned what had happened since Wendy and Peter had been abducted from Neverland. Mary Darling told him everything she knew. He barked a short furious laugh when he heard that Ashford had gambling debts and assumed that his engagement with Wendy would help him leeway at the bank to avoid trouble with his debtors and his father. "The gambler and his witch – what a pair!" he sneered.

When he learned why the dragon egg had been taken and what the witch – Lunette, he knew her name now – had wanted and gotten from Peter, he ground his teeth in fury. He cared not a whit about the curse that had befallen all Ashford men. In his eyes they got what they deserved. But that Ashford's witch took the boy's blood to become young again made him seethe.

So, that 'nightmare' he saw had indeed been a vision. And worse, the boy had been discarded to an unknown orphanage, maybe in London. Ashford could have sent the youth to any orphanage from there to the Channel, Wales or Scotland. The classic needle in a haystack. "Odds bodkins, I knew we should have come earlier, but thanks to the blighter setting fire to my ship, we had to make repairs," he growled; gesturing toward the temporary wall.

Smee returned with two sets of dishes and poured tea into the two cups – first one for Mrs. Darling and then one for himself. Hook saw and ignored that his bosun served himself with the captain's tea. He knew that Smee needed something warm to drink.

He looked out the window, considering his options. "There are two people who know of Pan's whereabouts: Ashford and his driver. I see a negligible opportunity to get hand and hook on Ashford quickly, so we must locate his driver and get the truth out of him." He took a deep breath. "But first I must rescue Wendy. I will not allow that -"

"Uh, Capt'n," Smee interrupted sheepishly, earning a glare. "Sorry fer pesterin' ye, Capt'n, but Miss Wendy said more 'n' once tha' ye have ter save Peter first. She fears tha' he's in bigger trouble than her."

"Of course he's in trouble." Hook threw up hand and hook. "I can't imagine our Master Pan obeying a few warders trying to force him into a daily routine. He will be a miserable handful for them, and defiant boys will never have it easy." James snorted. "It might do him good to be brought down a peg or two, but I worry for him confronted with the prospect of growing up."

Mary offered, "Wendy said that the driver is related to her former teacher, Mrs. Fulsom. Perhaps I can find out where he lives," then she looked at him sharply. "I do hope, Captain, that you mean him no harm when you say that you will get 'the truth out of him'. No injuries, please!"

Smee turned to look at her curiously. What did she think they were? Gentlefolk on a Sunday afternoon picnic? They were pirates and as such they did what was necessary ...

Hook sniffed. "Honestly, Madame, I really don't care if that coward gets a few scars. It was he who lured Pan into the trap. The boys told me about it. He also was among those who forced the beasts through the Indian village. Peter was hurt as we reached him and his kidnappers, and I know who did it. I'm not a kind man, Madame, but as anyone can tell you who knows me: I protect what is mine – and Peter Pan is mine. He became mine the moment he did this to me." He raised his metal claw. "And he will remain mine until one of us dies. Not long ago, I wanted to take my revenge on him, but he saved my life in the battle with the dark wizard. The boy is mine to protect now, and anyone who dares hurt him will have to answer to me."

Mary didn't know if she was shocked or touched; especially when she saw the fierce expression on his face. She settled on the latter, acknowledging the feeling that was responsible for the man's possessive reaction. "You love him," she said, softly astonished. Catching his startled glance, she smiled, eyes wide. "Your hate turned to respect, and then to understanding during that awful winter invasion. It has since grown into fatherly love." She looked at him closely, her smile widening with warmth and understanding. "Peter Pan really must be an extraordinary boy. My daughter fell for him, and even now as a young woman cares deeply for him and puts his welfare above her own. And indeed, he has to be very special seeing that he won even your love and desire to protect, despite your dark history together. I look forward to finally meeting him in person." She settled back in her chair, a piquant look on her attractive face, hidden kiss twinkling teasingly.

Hook leant back, crossing his arms, frowning. Mary would have described it as sulking. "I've come to … respect the brat, that's all," he mumbled.

Mary laughed aloud. "Don't pout because someone can see through you, and that you like that child. And not just him, but the other boys as well – and especially my daughter."

"Wendy is a completely different pair of shoes," James countered, realizing his posture and straightening.

"Really? Oh yes, she's a young woman now – the woman you love and desire – but, like you admitted, she'd already captured you when she was only a little girl. You, Captain Hook, are not quite so sinister as you would have us believe. You lost your way because of the evil done to you, but inside, honor and sympathy still direct you. If everyone called a 'villain' had your heart and soul, the world would be a much better place." She folded her hands in her lap, watching him calmly.

To his horror, James felt himself blushing, hearing Smee's coughing in his attempt to mask his chuckle. He shot the man a glare, but Smee only shrugged, much too amused. Avoiding her insightful look, Hook stood and went aft, opening one of the windows, allegedly to let out the smell of the fire that still lingered.

Clearing his throat, Hook glanced back at his visitor and those knowing eyes. It occurred to him that this is how Wendy would appear in twenty years. His kitten was also able to see through him even now, and he hoped her seeing eyes would care for him as much as she did now. Sighing, he said to her, "Regarding what you've told me, I am of two minds," he finally growled, willing the excess color from his cheeks. "One desires to travel to Surrey to get Wendy away from her captor, and the other would search through London to find Peter. How do I do that?" He threw hand and hook in the air in frustration.

"You still plan to travel to Surrey?" Mary asked carefully.

"Aye! I'll get Wendy out of the manor – my family's, by the bye – and take her somewhere delightful. And if there is a vicarage anywhere nearby, I will marry her on the spot so that -" He slammed his mouth shut, realizing what he'd just had blurted. Alas, he sounded like a schoolboy in love!

Smee turned his back, folding clean clothes and hiding his grin, while Mary stared, then giggled. "I believe you. But we're not in the Caribbean, Captain. Banns of marriage are necessary in this culture, as you surely know." She cocked her head. "But at least I know your intentions, though I don't know how George will take the news. But for now, we have to think about how to get Wendy out of the manor."

"We?" Hook echoed.

"Yes, we," Mary said firmly. "My husband is on a business trip in Liverpool and intends to be back this evening, but if he is, it will be late. Or, he might return home tomorrow afternoon – and I don't want to allow Wendy to remain in Surrey even one hour longer. So, what is our plan for getting her out of the viscount's clutches?"

James smirked. "You sound exactly like your daughter. I know now where she got her pluck."

"Well, Wendy is someone who faces problems instead of running away. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for you," Mary responded.

A loud knock at the door and the Captain sighed. "Come in!"

Akeele opened it, announcing, "Cap'n, there're two visitors fer ye, a Mr. Kempton and a Lady … ah … Ashford … ?"

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Tinker Bell was glad for the cloudy weather; for once, it was welcome, concealing her travel from Bloomsbury back to the big bridge and the old grey castle near where the Jolly Roger anchored. After leaving the Gardens after obtaining Queen Mab's promise to help search for Peter, she flew back to the Darlings, and there learned that Smee was gone. He, Wendy's mother, John and Slightly. And Nibs was still on the ship. The only one who understood her as well as those three was Tootles. Yet there was plenty of back-and-forth before the boy knew what Tink had done and wanted to do next.

Michael, the Twins, Tootles and Curly nearly cheered when they learned that the Kensington fairies would try to find Peter. Their chance of finding him were far better now, yet the boys were also determined to search on their own. They only knew the name of the orphanage's director – Primely – but that might be enough to find out the name of the asylum and its location.

At that time, there were no obligations to register a business in England. The only lists maintained were kept at the HM Treasury, the department of the state's financial status and the taxes. This could be a start to finding 'Primely.' Promising Tink to inform Hook (and therefore her) if they were successful, the boys waved good-bye, and she started back to the Jolly Roger. She wanted to inform Hook of everything that happened and that Wendy's friend, this Ashford-girl, probably knew the truth about Neverland.

By day, the town looked very different. Knowing she might get lost, Tink used a simple trick, flying high and following the Thames downstream; the low, thick clouds masking her trail of golden dust. Spotting the bridge with the four towers (two large, two smaller,) Tink dropped down, continuing the last stage of her journey just over the rooftops. She couldn't simply drop from the skies to the Jolly Roger. Too many humans were working around those manmade water holes the ship anchored in. She would dash to the many boxes and filled nets around the docking areas and from there, at the right moment, aboard the ship.

Nearing the old, eerie-looking castle, Tink watched the streets. Many people were there, traveling on strange vehicles or in coaches, or two-wheeled things, but no one glanced up. Humans rarely did. Very good! Leaving the roof where she'd reviewed the area, Tinker Bell rose into the air again and flew towards the grey castle. Her glance found the large bridge that lay just ahead to the right and … and loud CAW made her gasp. There, not far away, a few large black birds took the air: Ravens!

You may wonder why the ravens startled our dear little fairy, but you see, crows and ravens are not like the other birds. Unlike sparrows, throstles, swallows, robins and the other songbirds, crows and ravens weren't friends of the fairies. They even hunted them. They themselves couldn't tell you why. Some said that ravens and crows didn't like the bright fairies because usually the black birds were companions of warlocks, witches and Banshees – the Death-Fairies who belonged to the dark side. Crows were often their spies. And the fairies belonged to the good side – to the light, for the most part. So, their enmity was to be expected, but this is only a guess. Perhaps they were just irritable.

Anyway, Tink paused midair and stared in horror at the four ravens, flying her way. For a long moment the black birds did the same; flapping their wings to remain nearly still in the air just as falcons do, as if assessing their visitor/foe. Then one of them croaked loudly. An even louder answer from dozens of others answered from below, then the air filled with the noises of beating wings, as the birds left the battlements of London Tower.

Tink didn't waste a second. She knew she couldn't escape them for long – there were too many. She needed safe harbor – literally! Gathering all her energy she sped up, avoiding sharp beaks and long claws at breakneck speed, and raced towards the only definite place she knew to find shelter …

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At Akeele's announcement, Hook leaped out of his seat, eyes narrowed, face grim. "Who?" Before Akeele could repeat the names, a young woman moved around him into the captain's quarters, then a young man who was possibly in his mid twenties. James snarled. He knew who approached him, even before Mrs. Darling called out in surprise. "Victoria?"

"Good morning, Mrs. Darling," Vicky replied. Seeing Wendy's mother here confirmed her speculations. This ship and its crew, including its commander, belonged to Neverland. And Wendy's stories were true!

With narrowed eyes, James reviewed the young woman's appearance. She wore fashionable clothes, much like Mary's, a feathered hat on copper-colored hair. Large green-grey eyes shone in a pretty porcelain face, as spray of freckles on her nose; her eyes which fixed on him in wide astonishment. The young man in her company wore a caped coat of wool, one of these silly round hats which seemed to be fashion, and a thick scarf around his neck. Clear brown eyes now darted about the cabin in awe and curiosity, then he quickly took off his hat and nodded his head in a bow of sorts.

"Captain Hook?" he addressed the commander. "I apologize for our unannounced visit, sir." He offered his left hand to the tall figure in the elegant clothes. Hook accepted it hesitantly. "I'm Daniel Kempton, a … friend of Lady Victoria Ashford." He briefly shook the captain's hand, then turned to Mary, who had risen, and kissed her hand. "Mrs. Darling, it's a pleasure to see you again."

"Mr. Kempton, the pleasure is mine," Wendy's mother replied automatically, yet she was tense.

Victoria's eyes had not left the drawing and painting come to life before her. He was everything she had imagined after hearing Wendy's stories and descriptions, and more. He was not only very handsome with his even features, strong jaw, sharp blue eyes and that black mane of long curls, but he radiated an aura of 'danger', and not only because of the hook at the end of his right arm … nor the fact that he was a true pirate. There was something about him that attracted attention no matter where he would go, and Victoria realized that her adventurous friend had no choice but to fall completely for this man.

And she realized she was right about his identity. This was the young man in the painting in the library. The resemblance wasn't hereditary; this man was James Andrew Shalford in person. "Captain Hook?" she addressed him by his chosen name and moved forward. Pulling off her glove, she offered him her left hand which he took out of habit. His fingers felt warm and rough from hard work on the sea. "It's a pleasure to meet you finally. Wendy told me so much about you, Milord, even though I thought you fiction. But I know better now."

Hook took a deep breath and let go of her hand. He held his anger in check as he faced yet another Ashford. His voice was cold as he answered, "Then you must know who I really am."

"Yes," Victoria nodded and looked him straight in the eyes. "You're James Andrew Shalford, youngest son of the Marquess Andrew Shalford."

"Victoria, please!" Daniel groaned and looked quickly at Mrs. Darling; hoping that she couldn't know what she referred to. He knew, then, that his hope was for naught. Yes, Mrs. Darling was surprised, but only by Victoria's knowledge.

Mary was indeed puzzled that Victoria would know of Hook's background. She herself had learned about it from John and the other boys the evening prior (with many starts, stops and interruptions, as they all felt compelled to contribute.) She had been shocked that Captain James Hook, pirate and villain, was not only of noble heritage, but also held a very high position in the English aristocracy; it took some time to absorb this. But hearing that Victoria Ashford obviously knew about it as well astonished her.

Daniel, still sure that his beloved was on the wrong track, addressed Hook. "Captain, I apologize for the confusion. But … Victoria is convinced that you're … well, how shall I put it? That you're, um, your own ancestor, so to speak."

James lifted both brows. "The young lady speaks rightly, Mr. Kempton. In fact, she is completely correct." He fixed his blue gaze on the red-haired beauty. "I am James Andrew Shalford, the son of the last Marquess Shalford. And if you know that, then you will also know what your ancestors did to my family," he said icily. "It is not my way to be impolite to a lady – a lady of birth no less – but I'm sure you understand that you are not welcome here."

Mary gasped, as did Daniel. How rude!

Victoria remained calm, expecting his chill manner. "Yes, I comprehend the reasons for your words, Captain, and I'm sure you have every right to hate the Ashfords – especially the branch of their current patriarch, Earl Marlow Ashford, a direct descendant of the man who accused your father and brothers of treachery. But please note that my father was only a half-brother of Marlow Ashford, and that I'm only a quarter Ashford." She sighed. "And, to tell you the truth, I'm not proud of it. Where my father was a warmhearted and kind man, Uncle Marlow is a calculating and unpleasant individual. He only pretends to care for others. I've seen that deep down he is cold as a dog's nose in winter."

Hook watched the young woman closely. Yes, she was, of course, lovely, and her large eyes were open and honest, but the old grudge against her family was deep, the paths of hatred well-trodden over the past two centuries. "I admit," he said slowly, "I shouldn't hold the new generation of Ashfords responsible for what happened almost two hundred years ago," he said slowly, "but -"

"You really are the son of the marquess from two hundred years ago?" Daniel erupted, stunned. Those piercing blues were directed at him for a moment.

"Aye," was all Hook said, but it convinced Daniel more than any argument. No one could speak so casually and calmly about something so enormous … if it were not true. As the captain lifted a brow, Kempton realized that his mouth was hanging open, and he quickly closed it, swallowing. The mocking glimmer in the other man's eyes vanished as he looked back to Victoria.

James took a deep breath. He knew exactly what Wendy expected of him as he stood in front of her best friend – and that he would be in deep trouble with her if he didn't treat her friend as a friend as well. (Alas, a fine pirate he was! the old nagging voice said again.) "Wendy told me about you – and your situation. She sees you as a sister, and I am … obliged accept this. But after what your cousin did, I assumed that the bad blood still runs in the Ashford family. So-"

"I know what my cousin did," Vicky interrupted.

"You know?" Mary asked almost sharply.

Finding herself between two sharp gazes now, Victoria took a deep breath. "I learned about it this morning when I phoned your home, Mrs. Darling, and spoke first with Thomas and then with Blake. Or, should I call them Tootles and Curly?" She looked at her friend's mother. "They confirmed what I already guessed the moment I saw Captain Hook's photo on the front page of The Times this morning. I realized then that Wendy's stories must be true. I concluded that Wendy wasn't ill, but was, or still is, back in Neverland. But if she were still on the island, then what is Captain Hook doing here – as well as Ethan? He's in the second photo among the crew." She glanced back at their host, who listened cautiously. "So I called the Darlings and learned from Tootles and Curly what happened – that my cousin went after Wendy and the boys, 'left a wake of devastation and murder in Neverland', and kidnapped her." She lifted both brows. "And Peter Pan, too, am I right?"

Hook pursed his lips before he gave her a sharp nod. "Aye! And worse. He chased a herd of buffalos through the Indian village to lure most of my men and me from the ship to help them. Then he crept aboard, sedated and kidnapped Wendy and set a fire aboard to cover his tracks." He pointed his metal claw at the temporary wall. "This is a portion of its effects. There are more below deck, where he also set a fire with six of my men locked up nearby, leaving them to die. We are most fortunate that they had help to escape and put out the conflagration."

"Dear God!" Victoria stared at him, horrified. Then she became aware of the lingering hint of burned wood in the cabin. It made more sense now. She stared at the makeshift wall. "So, the fire didn't start because of a heavy sea and an oil lamp?" she whispered. "That's what they wrote in The Times," she explained quietly, handing him the paper.

"I haven't seen it," James replied, opening the issue. He glanced at the photos – amazing what that awful box on three legs could do! – and rolled it up again. "I'll read it later," he said, putting it aside.

The young woman was subdued. "I … I'm so sorry about what happened to your ship and to your men. Dalton is often arrogant and used to having his own way, but letting himself get carried away like that …" She shook her head. "It doesn't seem to fit him."

Hook frowned at her. "You can't know someone's heart."

Victoria shook her head. "I've known him since we were children, but … over the last two or three years he's changed." She lowered her head and rubbed her temples. "Oh, my, I can't believe it."

She was appalled, James could see it. No, he didn't trust her, but she was sincerely shocked. He took a deep breath. "At the moment, we have other things to think about, like getting Wendy out and rescuing Peter."

"I agree," Vicky nodded enthusiastically. "That's the reason why I came after I learned from Curly and Tootles what happened to Wendy. We have to get her out -"

"And again I hear a 'we'," Hook sighed, looking at Mary and then back at Victoria. He addressed a still overwhelmed Daniel. "Are all modern women like this?"

"What? Daring, unstoppable, bold?" the young man asked, which earned him a smirk from the captain as well as the old man nearby. "You might say that," Daniel groaned.

Suddenly they heard a shrill noise from outside; it sounded like screaming jingle bells. Hook whirled around; he knew those sounds well enough. A moment later a bright comet raced through the open window, leaving a trail of golden dust in the air.

Tinker Bell was certain that she had only flown that fast once before, when she had raced from the Jolly Roger to Peter's old hideout to warn him that his 'medicine' had been poisoned by Hook – the selfsame man she now needed for her own rescue. Reaching the ship's aft and seeing the tall frame of the buccaneer through the open window, she cried out in relief, shot towards him, slamming into his coat and immediately hiding beneath the long black curls in his neck. Breathless and trembling, she clung to the collar of his shirt and wheezed for air. Safe! She was safe! Even as she heard the ravens foolishly following her into the large cabin, she knew that they couldn't harm her anymore.

The moment Tinker Bell had flung herself onto him, Hook had cried out in surprise. "What the hell …" he exclaimed as a few ravens flew through the open window into his cabin. Croaking in dismay, they realized – too late! – that they were in a room full of humans! For birds that were known for their intelligence, this was a stupid move. Or they simply didn't see the wooden ship in their concentrated pursuit.

"Not again!" Hook growled, unsheathing his training sword on the wall while the two ladies ducked behind the table. Smee and Kempton swiped at the birds with bare hands. Turning again, James lunged with the gleaming blade at the ravens. "Out with you!" he snarled. "I've already seen enough of your ugly aunts! They used my shoulder to sharpen their claws! Out with you!" He thrust with purpose and accuracy, forcing two to leave several black wing and tail feathers behind. Mary and Victoria watched how the man attacked the ravens with the elegant, strong movements of a predator. The blade of his sword swept through their cluster and the birds impeded each other in their attempt to flee through the same window, while outside their flock called for them. Hook hadn't killed any. The ravens were too small and too quick, and with loud croaking, they fled the cabin and vanished into the grey skies.

"And stay out!" James shouted after them and banged the window closed. "Damn poultry. As if the harpies hadn't done enough damage already!" He took a deep breath, threw the sword on his desk and returned his attention to his visitors. Kempton lowered his hands, the two ladies stood again. And Smee? He pulled his knitted cap off his face.

"Everything is all right, ladies," Hook told them. "No reason to panic. Only a few stupid birds – fortunately without the appetite for human flesh this time." He became aware of the tiny being at his collar in his neck, wings tickling him. He looked toward the ceiling. "Miss Bell, please come out. And no extra knots in my hair! Akeele prefers that look but not I."

Victoria, Mary and Daniel glanced at each other. To whom was he speaking? they wondered. And what had darted into the cabin a moment before the ravens?

Then they heard the jingle. And something – someone! – crawled out onto his shoulder. In awe and wonder, the visitors stared at the tiny creature that finally stood there, straightening her hair and her clothes; clothes made of leaves. Two wings fluttered for a moment, spreading golden dust, while the little she-being bent down and straightened her outfit, then she looked up – and made a sound that could be a gasp, startled by the presence of the strangers.

Tink knew one of them: Wendy's mother. The others were unknown to her, and she made a move to hide in the captain's curls again. But James recognized her intention and plucked her carefully from his shoulder with his left hand. "Since when are you so shy?" he taunted.

Tinker Bell stuck out her tongue at him while she squirmed in his fingers, but for naught. He was gentle, no doubt, but his grasp was firm.

"In the name of all that's holy … !" Daniel breathed, seeing what the captain held in his hand. "A … A real fairy," he whispered. Feeling dizzy, he began to think that that maybe – maybe! – Victoria was right about that mysterious island. He felt his knees turning to slush, and he was grateful that a chair was nearby. Without asking permission, he collapsed in it.

Vicky could only look in wonder at the creature. How often had Wendy spoken about this fairy while telling her stories? How often had Victoria admired the drawings of the little winged being? How often had she dreamed that fairies were real and she might meet one someday? And here she was: A fairy! And not just any fairy. There was no doubt who this fairy was. "Tinker Bell?" she asked softly. As she met the fairy's surprised gaze, tears sprang in her eyes. She was filled with the nearly forgotten wonder of a child. Closing the distance to Hook and the fairy, she could do nothing else than offer her open palm to the magical being; utterly enchanted. "You truly are as beautiful as Wendy said!"

Tink heard her words, and her ego swelled. She watched the strange young woman – still more girl than grownup – and reached out to her with her transcendent senses. She felt the yearning, the happiness and the innocence in the human female, and was drawn toward her.

Hook yelped as Tink bit his finger and she was free, she flew to the girl and landed on her hand. "All true!" Victoria whispered. "Wendy's stories – they're all true!"

"Aye, including this ungrateful little beast," James growled, shaking his hand, which still stung. "Is that your way of saying 'thank-you'?" he asked the fairy, who turned away from him. "No surprise that the boy has no manners," Hook groused.

Victoria had only eyes for the little golden creature on her palm. "I … I can't believe it," she whispered. "Tinker Bell!"

The fairy preened and smiled up at the young woman. Then her wings lowered as Mary stepped beside Victoria. "God's blood," Mrs. Darling whispered. Yes, she had seen her drawings in Wendy's books. She had known that everything her daughter and the boys told were true, yet seeing this fairy woke an old childlike yearning. Watching the tiny creature looking at her cautiously, she offered her right index finger in greeting. "Hallo, Tinker Bell. I've heard so much about you … I'm very happy to finally meet you."

Tink looked at her coyly, felt the soft, warm heart of the woman, then took Mary's finger in her tiny hands, shaking it.

Hook frowned. "I'm surprised that she accepts you so easily. She normally ignores anyone who doesn't belong to Peter's gang." Hearing the name of her beloved boy, Tink turned around and told him something, slowly. James' eyes widened. "You did what?"

"Asked the fairies in the garden for help she did," a voice peeped up from the bookshelf. The three visitors turned, startled. Kempton's eyes widened again, Mary and Victoria laughed delightedly as they spotted another fairy. She wore all pink; beside her was another little being with greenish skin, an upturned nose, long pointed ears, wearing a beany cap and weathered clothes.

"What … what is that?" Daniel asked hoarsely.

"A pixie I am, surely, silly human," the little creature answered, shaking his head at Kempton.

"Kailen?" Mary asked breathlessly. "Kailen and Aurora?" As rose fairy and pixie nodded shyly, she pressed her hands to her face. "Oh my God, a morning full of miracles!"

"Aye! A miracle t' be sure tha' I survived our journey t' here," Smee grumbled, still shaken by the ride. "Ye can call yerself lucky, sir, tha' y' dint go through wha' I experienced yest'day evenin' and t'is mornin'. Tha' woman's even more darin' than our storyteller," he complained.

Hook looked down at his oldest and most loyal friend and rolled his eyes. "Don't exaggerate, Smee."

"Ah've no need t' exaggerate, all due l respect t' ye, sir, ye've no idea what's goin' on out dere!" He flipped a thumb over his shoulder, pointing towards the city.

James glanced towards the ceiling as if looking for patience, returning his attention to his three visitors. All three were obviously enthralled by the little people now on the table. It seemed the three had judged the visitors worthy to show themselves off to them. Interesting! And it told James something else: He should trust Victoria Ashford and this young man, Daniel Kempton. Aurora and Kailen would never have revealed themselves if those two weren't trustworthy.

He watched the Ashford girl. He really didn't want to have anything to do with her, but she was Wendy's best friend; he could not place any blame on her for what happened to him. Making the decision, he approached them and saw that Tinker Bell still sat on Victoria's open palm. She was speaking in her complicated language rather quickly, and Kailen nodded as she finished.

"To the garden in the west she flew – there, where as a babe Peter Pan lived. The fairies for help she asked and to seek for the Pan they promised. Over all the town the fairies will look for him," he translated. "And trying to find out his whereabout do Peter's friends, too."

Mary frowned, reinterpreting his words. "What do my sons have in mind for 'finding his whereabouts'?"

Tink jingled something again and Kailen explained, "Go they to a … a place where money is counted received by the king from people's work. Asking for the orphanage's leader they want to do there. Where this man is, Peter must be, too."

A soft groan escaped Mrs. Darling. "The Treasury. I'm sure they mean the Treasury." She threw her hands up. "I don't believe it! And they promised to stay home."

"And you believed them?" Hook snorted. "When their best friend is at stake, nothing and no one will keep them home. I speak from many years' experience."

Daniel, who was still seated, struggling to stomach the last few minutes, looked up. "Do I understand you correctly? This … this boy was taken to an orphanage and no one knows where it is?"

Mary nodded. "Wendy called in secret last night from the viscount's study and told Mr. Smee and myself that they took Peter to an unknown orphanage. The only thing she could find out is the name of the asylum's director: a Mr. Primely. And I think my sons are planning to locate the orphanage from records in the Treasury. After all, even an orphanage has to pay taxes."

Kempton shook his head to clear his thoughts, then frowned, rubbing his cheek. Research might be just the thing to put him on firm footing again! "Asking at the Treasury is a possibility, but how about this: A colleague of mine is working on a report about London's orphanages, how well the new laws of protection are being followed, and so forth. He would know if a Mr. Primely is on his list. If so, we have the boy's location."

Hook looked at the other in surprise. "That would be a great help, Mr. Kempton. I fear for Pan's health while he's locked up."

Eyes returning to the captain, Daniel asked slowly, "This boy – Peter Pan. Does he truly not grow up, like Vicky … uh … Lady Ashford related to me?" (Everyone heard the slip. Obviously there was something going on between the two young people.)

"It's true, not when he is in Neverland. As soon as he reaches the Mainland, he begins to age like any other human. That's the danger for him now. He's already here a few days. If he matures, he isn't allowed to return. He would not only lose his way back, he also would be forced to grow up – a living nightmare for him." Looking at Tink, he said, "If your friends and the Lost Boys are already out searching for Peter, and Mr. Kempton can get its location, then I can concentrate on getting Wendy away from the manor."

Victoria – still trying to absorb everything she learned – looked back at him. "What did you have in mind?"

"Easy. I'll take a few of my men, travel to Surrey, then-"

"- then storm the manor?" The young woman shook her head. "No chance, Captain." She shook her head as he started to protest. "I know you and your men are excellent fighters and fear neither the devil nor death, but you can't simply charge into the manor. It's quite secure as well as-"

"You refer to the wall around the property?" Hook scoffed. "Milady, of a surety I can manage that."

"And then? There have been other security measures built in since you left," Victoria replied. "Ashford Manor is as safe as the vaults in the Bank of England, or almost. And I'm sure that Dalton will be expecting you the moment he reads the article in The Times." She tapped the paper on the table. "No, we need a plan to free Wendy – and I have one."

Mary prodded, "What idea?"

"A Trojan horse," the young woman said deliberately. At the confused glances, she asked, "Hey, don't you know about the Trojan –"

"Lady Ashford, I've been well-burdened with a classical education, you do not need to relate Odysseus' adventures. I'm sure even Smee knows what a Trojan horse is," James added, looking at Smee sharply, who closed his mouth, thinking better of adding a reply. "Whom do you propose we smuggle into the manor?" Hook continued.

Vicky smiled impishly. "Me."

"What?" Mrs. Darling reacted.

"Out of question!" Daniel said and rose. "Your cousin seems to have lost his mind, and I won't let you charge headfirst into danger!"

Rolling her eyes, Victoria looked at those around her. "Dalton has no clue that I know the truth, so he won't get suspicious. Here it is: I spoke with you, Mrs. Darling, and learned that Wendy is in Surrey to … to recover completely from her illness. I came to the manor to keep her company – officially. Once I'm in the house, she and I will flee at the first chance, while you, Daniel, and maybe Captain Hook and a few of his men wait nearby to pick us up."

"Or you open the gates, and my men and I do the rest," James added. No, he still wasn't sure he could trust her, and he also didn't like the idea of this bit of a girl getting in the line of fire, but her plan was good; he had to give her that.

"This is insane!" the reporter started.

Daniel was interrupted, as the door to the captain's quarters was flung open, and Mullins tromped into the cabin. He grinned widely, ignoring Hook's angry glare in reaction. "Cap'n, come quick! It's 'er!"

"What?" Hook shouted, "Another woman on board? Am I to be drowned in visitors?"

Mullins shook his head vigorously. "Nah, Cap'n! It's Miss Wendy!"

A jolt went through James' body. "What … do you mean?" he asked, feeling a bolt of hope. He didn't see Mary Darling move beside him, also looking at the carpenter with expectation.

"She's 'ere, Cap'n. Miss Wendy's down on th' pier!"

Hook felt his mouth go dry as he dashed from his cabin; the others right behind him, including the two fairies and the pixie, who remained out of sight. Not wasting a moment, James slid down the smooth banister to the main deck, heart pounding in his throat. The crew was gathered at the starboard side of the railing, waving and shouting toward the pier; from the companionway came Nibs, Slightly, John and Dark Owl to the main deck. Pushing through his men, Hook reached the opening, looked onto the gangway – and met the shining gaze of his favorite dove-blue eyes …

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The distance between the financial district, where Wendy had arrived on the underground railway, and the St. Katherine Docks wasn't that long, but the streets and pavements were full of people, the weather was still cold and damp, and her satchel was heavy – but the Hobgoblin was awfully quiet. Wendy needed half an hour to reach the Tower of London and then – finally – the docks on the other side of the broad street leading to the Tower Bridge. And with every step she drew nearer to her destination, she felt lighter and lighter.

Entering the area of the docks, she instantly saw the Jolly Roger. The sight of the familiar four-masted galleon – here, in the middle of London! – made her heart beat even faster, and happiness bubbled up in her. Walking quicker now, she took the small road that led to the piers. Passing dock workers, rounding a lorry and avoiding a crane, she moved to the grand ship she thought she would never see again.

Hearing a surprised shout, she raised her eyes to the railing, now spotting the first beaming face of Robert Mullins. He waved at her and vanished. Other faces appeared at the balustrade and Wendy thought her face would split apart, so large was her grin. She recognized the pirates she once had fought: Akeele, Mason, Herbs, Jukes, Quang Lee, the one-eyed Oriental, Albino, and so many more. Even Cookson appeared and seemed to smirk. But not yet the one who held her heart.

There was no holding her back. Pushing herself through a few laborers and ignoring the gentlemen with notebooks and cameras now positioned near the Jolly Roger, she ran toward the gangway. Holding the satchel in one hand, and the rope stretched from ship to pier as handrail, she hastened upward; then stopped halfway, seeing movement at the opening.

It was her James! Tall, slender, broad-shouldered, beautiful golden embroidery shimmering from the dark knee-length waistcoat, ruffles under the goatee, hook shining in the daylight. Their eyes met – piercing forget-me-not blue and beaming dove-blue – then he spiked his claw into the balustrade and offered her his left hand with a welcoming smile.

Wendy's heart skipped a beat, closing the gap. "James!" Ignoring his hand, she threw herself into his arms and wound hers around his neck – the heavy satchel landing with an 'uff' on the deck. Then his mouth was on hers, his hand in her hair, his right arm snaked around her waist as he crushed her to him.

She was back! He had his sweet, brave, impish storyteller back – the girl who destroyed his bitterness and hate and crawled into his heart, who changed it from stone to flesh, a living feeling thing. Her lips were soft, he tasted her freshness, her body seemed to melt into his, while her hands clung to him like a life-line. The heavy weight of fear for her safety and how to free her was gone, and allowing a wave of relief. His beloved was here where she belonged: In his arms! Nothing else mattered.

The moment James' lips met hers, her knees grew weak. He supported her – he, her pirate-captain, her very own villain, the man who filled her stories, then her dreams and finally her heart and soul. She tasted him as his mouth fiercely devoured hers. His scent filled her nose – so familiar, so dear. His arms held her like bands made of steel, his long curls tickled her face, his warm body so welcome after the cold. Closing her eyes, Wendy gave herself to him; surrendering to the almost desperate need to be as close as possible. She had thought him dead, mourned him until she was ready to join him, too much in pain to face a world without his strong presence. But here he was! So alive! Kissing her as if … as if the world were ending. And she felt her bliss discarding the last hurt, like sunlight after a harsh thunderstorm.

Both quite unaware of the applause around them, the whistles, the cheers, or the sound of cameras on the pier as the reporters from other newspapers and magazines preserved the moment, getting more than they'd even hoped for. They'd been assigned to gather information about this 'old pirate ship' and the 'descendant of a true pirate captain', and now they witnessed the same man locked in an embrace with a beautiful young girl, and in public. The photographers captured the private moment, while their writers prepared to interview a few of the crew.

John, Slightly and Nibs elbowing each other, while Dark Owl smiled. So, Brave Feather had escaped. Well, her tribal name was well chosen!

Mary stood by, amused, aghast, then surrendering to the obvious. She didn't know if she should protest her daughter kissing the captain in the open – well, devouring each other was a better description. Etiquette demanded that she intervene to save her daughter's (and the family's) reputation, but she hadn't the heart to do so. Additionally, she was far too relieved that Wendy had managed to get away. They now needed no plans to get her out of the manor.

Victoria stared at her best friend, then she grinned, seeing how Wendy and her captain were entwined in one another. Ha, she'd known it! This kiss explained Wendy's cool attitude toward other young men who desired to court her, also her shining eyes and colored cheeks whenever she referred to James Hook. Vicky had always thought that James Hook was imaginary, but the two figures by the rail were not imaginary, but very warm and real, and the feelings they expressed were undeniable. She found Daniel's hand and gave it a squeeze.

Daniel Kempton felt his cheeks warm as he watched the two, then smiled when he saw that both had obviously forgotten everything around them. He gave Vicky's hand a squeeze back. A sweet jingling caught his attention, and he looked to see that the three impossible little beings celebrated in their own way, out of sight of the dock workers, cheering in their own way. He closed his eyes. No one at the paper would ever believe this!

TBC…

No, no-one would believe him, but – anyway – it's not his place to tell others about them, so he keeps his mouth shut, of course. YES, Wendy and James are reunited and you can guess what both want the most just right now, but have to behave (*grin*). It will be a big surprise for Wendy to meet her friend, her mother and Daniel aboard, and Hook will be in a situation he hasn't been for an eternity: Playing the host to a lot of guests. For someone who is used by now to be alone it certainly is a change.

In the next chapter, Ashford not only learns that Hook has survived and even is already in London, but he also develops Wendy's flight. Mary, Vicky and Daniel are going to meet Bumblyn and Esteban, and then there's a big pow-wow of all concerned persons how to proceed from now.

I hope, you liked the new chapter, including the way Mrs. Darling and the young couple meet Tinker Bell, Aurora and Kailen, how Mary pointed out to Hook that he has developed fatherly love for Peter, and the whole talk between the two ladies and the pirate.

I really would be happy to get a few more reviews. Please don't forget: Applause is the food for authors, singers, actors, etc. (*smile*).

Have a nice rest of the week,

Love

Yours Lywhn / Starflight