Chapter 1 - A Peculiar Ship

Hello! This story based on the 1953 Disney Peter Pan movie. It may have some elements from the 2003 one, like the acorn kiss and such but really it's mostly the Disney version. Before you read, 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.

Disclaimer: I most certainly do not own Disney or any other things used here. I only own my plot.

Happy reading!

Close your eyes, and imagine yourself in a place far far away, a place where all your dreams can come true, a place beyond the Second Star to the Right and straight until morning. Now you're imagining yourself in Never Land.

Now picture the wonderful boy who never grew up, picture Peter Pan sitting on a sandy Never Land beach gazing out across the blue waters, as far as he can see. The sand is hot, but he ignores it. The waves curl towards his feet, wetting his brown moccasins. He marvels at how beautifully the sand and the water mix.

Yes, Peter was sure that the Never Sea needed the shore, just as well the Never Beach needed its ocean.

They had always been together, the ocean and the shore, at least Peter had always seen them that way (although his memory itself was very flawed he forgot some things in mere seconds) for as long as he had been alive and he had been alive for a very long time, playing and adventuring in his Never Never Land.

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

Wendy.

The name floated across his head. Wendy would be his ocean.

Peter's head ached.

At that very second Tinkerbell, his enchanting fairy companion, landed on his shoulder and jingled indignantly like the sound of a bell.

"Tink!" Peter snapped at her rather 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 the thing about Peter not thinking was not completely true. Peter would often spend hours playing his pipes and getting lost in thoughts that made sense to only him. 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 burst out as Tinkerbell glared at him. He still didn't understand why every single female on the island seemed to highly dislike 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, where he had stumbled into her nursery searching for his shadow. And since that first meeting, 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; they had both been the same height upon initially meeting. Wendy was now an inch or two taller, not that noticeable to an outsider, but as close as they were, it was glaringly obvious. 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. Deep down Wendy was still Wendy. A little less little and a little less shy, but still Wendy Darling.

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 a bun 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. He had never celebrated birthdays of course, but to people in London, it seemed a big deal.

Wendy, Wendy, Wendy.

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; which wasn't his.

"Tink?"

A ship had stopped in front of him, strangely far too fast for the normal speed of even the fastest ship. It was huge, with intricate architectural details. Painted in white, cherry red, and black, it boasted blue-and-white striped sails. Soon, the name of the vessel became visible, glistening gold against the sunlight. The Pirate Ransom.

Peter was slightly shocked by the presence of such a ship but snapped out of it quickly jumping up and taking out his blade. He then heard a slight sound, which made him even more 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 that there was nobody on the ship. Peter could tell.

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!"

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 far worse than before, he could barely see.

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

Then four things happened simultaneously.

First, the mast came tumbling down towards Peter.

Secondly, Peter dodged out of the way.

Thirdly, something ran through Peter.

Finally, the one and only Peter Pan flew out as fast as he possibly could, scared.

Whatever ran through Peter had given him a terrible feeling. It made him feel and relive all his greatest fears, all the terrible memories. The ones he hadn't been able to quite forget.

So 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.