AN - These first two chapters both take place in the real world and are kinda boring so if you wanna go to Neverland, skip ahead to chapter 3. But just fyi, you'll probably have a hard time understanding things later. Enjoy :)

Chapter One:

Lost

Izzy POV

"I guess I shoul' 'ave poor a few locks on your window. Eh' Isabella?" the old man asked me, his fragile shaky old hand wrapped around my wrist.

"Hu…h-huh?" I quivered. He swatted the air and let out a laugh.

"Ah go on! Play coy all you wan'! Eider way I still be yo fatta." 'Oh why fight it?' I thought as I hung my head and exhaled.

"You can drop the accent, old man. I know who you are or who you were. And that was not somebody with an accent." I muttered.

"Oh alrigh' you got me," he laughed, revealing his grey jack-o-lantern teeth."But my speech 'aint as goo' as it used to be." I then remembered that I was not alone with him for there was also a man, seven children and a woman, who looked the furthest thing from pleased with me. And the woman, with her wild, unkempt hair and a scowl that could rival a storm, pulled me away from my father, eager for a confrontation. Her disapproving gaze swept over me as she noticed my pirate attire. I could sense her judgment and her discomfort was clear in every movement she made.

"Who the hell are you!?" she demanded with a quick, accusing tone.

"Who am I!?" I couldn't resist snapping back. "Lady, I think the question is who are you!? This just so happens to be my home!" The woman swiftly redirected her attention towards my father, her frustration evident.

"Daddy, what is this!?" she whined, and the term 'Daddy' echoed in my ears, an unfamiliar description for the figure that stood before me.

"Daddy!?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in disbelief. I glanced at my father, a man who had aged so drastically since my departure to Neverland. The tall, dark, and handsome yet cruel father I once knew had become a frail and fragile fossil that probably spent his life savings on bingo and paintings of birds.

"So I am caugh' a' last," he muttered, shaking his head and avoiding eye contact. "Isabella," he started, looking up at me. "Allow me to introduce yo little sister Ria and yo seven nieces an' nephews."

"My what?" I calmly asked. However it struck me like a gust of wind, leaving me standing on the beach of my childhood, surrounded by strangers who were apparently my family. The years in Neverland had kept me young, but the same couldn't be said for the world I had left behind.

"But…Omario," said the woman's husband as he stepped forward. "Your other daughter…she….she went missing five decades ago. She'd be in her fifties if not sixties by now! Why this girl here looks no older than fifteen!" My father put a hand on the young man's shoulder.

"Believe me Hector. It be her," he said and rather sure of himself. "I'd know my daughter's face anywhere. However, truth be told, Isabella, how did yo manag' to keep yo youth? What magic 'ave you discovered in dis godforsaken world of brokenness dat we all call home?" I crossed my arms and simply glared. Of course I wasn't gonna tell them about Neverland and this newly proclaimed witchy sister of mine wouldn't believe me if I said it anyways.

"Would you believe me if I said I just happen to age wonderfully?" I asked.

"Nope." my father answered.

"Well I guess I wouldn't either." I mumbled to myself.

"Omario, why should we believe anything this girl says? Just look at the way she's dressed." Hector spoke once more.

"For your information kind sir, this is how I always dress!" I declared.

"For what? Halloween?" one of the children, a daughter who looked to be the oldest of the children at about thirteen years old, quipped, pointing to me with a smirk. She and all her younger siblings laughed simultaneously and before I knew it all the little ones ranging from four to nine years old, came over and started to circle around me, studying me as if I were some sort of creature they had never seen before.

"What's this?" one of the boys asked as he gripped my pouch of pixie dust. I quickly yanked it away when he started to stick his fingers into the opening, getting some of the golden warm dest on his fingertips.

"Not yours to touch." I lectured before protectively covering the sack with my hand.

"Alina! Nia! Pedro! Nikki! Kalahr! Camilla! Kopo!" he listed them all by name. "You leave yo aunt Isabella alone!" Ria quickly came over and gathered her children - well not gathered, just made sure they were away from me.

"Look daddy, unless she's found some sort of fountain of youth, I am not convinced that this absolute stranger is our family and I will not let any of my children near her.

"Oh Maria, it be her. Believe me on dis one," My old father assured her. "And even if it 'aint she is just one girl. What harm can she do to you and our little ones?"

"None. And I'm not gonna do any because I am leaving!" I announced as I stomped away. However I did not know where I would go because I couldn't show them what my pixie dust did or have them see me use it.

"Woah woah now wai' just a minute' Isabella," my father said as he grabbed my wrist and quite fast for an old man. "Where yo going?"

"I uh…..," I hesitated, stumped by his question. "Well…..I've been exploring around the world this whole time, father. If you must know." Hector crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at me.

"You've been exploring since 1907 and you managed to not get yourself killed?" he asked me.

"Killed? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well I don't know if you've noticed, Miss Traveler, but one of the most horrible wars in human history has just ended not even fifteen years ago."

"Must've slipped my mind," I mumbled, looking down at the ground and then up at the moon. I then remembered how I had gotten in this situation and I remembered that Jake would kill me if he found out I had snuck out. Shiver me timbers I had to get back! "Uhm…by any chance, what time is it?" One of Ria's young sons pointed back at the beachouse, revealing an outdoor clock that hung on the wall. My jaw dropped and I scowled.

"I can't read a clock!" I exclaimed, as if it were common knowledge. I never really learned how to read a clock before I left for Neverland. Or I did and I just forgot.

"What in hell is the matter with you? You're what? Twelve and you can't read a clock?" Hector let out in disbelief.

"I'm fourteen!" I shot back.

"That makes it even worse!" Ria exclaimed.

"How did you manage to make it all this time without knowing how to read a clock?" one of their daughters, Nia I think her name was, asked me.

"I've never had any important places to go to like how all you sad little children do," I told her, thinking back at my free home of Neverland and growing even more desperate to get back. "Well it's been awfully nice to meet you all," I said as I started to stroll away once more. "But I have a lot more exploring to do."

"Not tonight you don't Isabella." the old man said.

"Why not? What do you mean?"

"Tonight you will be staying here with us."

To Be Continued….

Alright, just to make this clear, THIS IS NOT JUST ABOUT IZZY. It isn't just about her focusing on what's going on that the other characters are literally cut out of the story and we forget what show this story was even about. Despite what they cover might look like, this is also not a cliche girl boss story. The boys are a big part of this, like how they should be. Izzy is just gonna get more attention because she didn;t get any until the last 5 chapters of the last story. She's also gonna do a lot of stupid stuff in this one - well, not as stupid as going insane of course. Now, not to spoil anything else but this one probably won't be as dark as Psycho Pirate but I've only written the first few chapters so that may change.