Lost (OUAT Peter Pan fanfiction)

~Chapter 21~

The man standing in front of me captivated me. Especially considering he is one of the only men on Neverland, along with his crew. He has smugged eyeliner under his eyes which looks quite odd to me. He is completely consumed in black leather. His men are wearing tattered old clothes that have been patched several times.

"And you might you be, my dear," the man who claimed himself as Hook.

"My name is Wendy Darling," I state firmly. One of the crew members waddles up next to me and smiles. I can't help but stare at his teeth that are turning black and yellow. Some appear to be missing. I stumble away from him trying to focus on anything else.

"Well, Wendy, what brings me to my ship. I suspect it has something to do with your bruises," Hook asks casually.

"It was Peter Pan. He attacked me," as soon as the name escapes my lips everyone gasps.

"So you're the girl-" one man starts.

"Pan has went too far--"

"Can't believe he actually brought a girl--"

"He's going to get caught on the mainland-"

"He needs to be stopped-"

"That no good--" I can't focous on one individual voice, they all mesh together like a symphony.

"SCILENCE," Hook yells clearly as annoyed as I am. The ship goes silent. Hook walks to me thinking of what to do.

"We need to give her back to Pan. If he finds her here he will kill us all," the same man that smiled at me suggests.

"Out of the question."

"But sir-"

"Am I captain here or you.? I said it's out of the question. We are not sending this poor girl back to Pan. He will have her killed just look at what he's done already." They all examine me. "We are not barbarians. Most of us have experienced Pans torture first hand and anyone willing to put another through that does not have a place on my ship."

The boat plunged into science. The only sounds breaking through the air is the rawr of the ocean. Everyone on the Jolly Rodger looks me up and down like I am an insect. I pull a few strands of my golden hair over my shoulder and twirl it. A nervous habit I guess. There is something strange about being with adults. I was told they didn't get to come to Neverland. Now, seeing them here makes me wonder if they're as good as I wanted them to be.

"Smee," Hook starts, "take Wendy and help her get cleaned up. Pan must have put her thorough a lot to get her that dirty."

"Come on, Miss," Smee says quietly and gently tugs me deeper into the ship.