Off To NeverLand

Chapter Five: The Jolly Roger ~6:30 in the Jungles of NeverLand~

It was dark, terribly dark. Then I noticed that my eyes were still closed, but they refused to open. Probably the work of that tranquilizer dart. As I was trying to force my eyes open, I heard footsteps of many people. Hopefully Peter and some of the Lost Boys, but then I realized they were too heavy.
"I was hoping it was going to be a boy, maybe a Lost Boy. Or even Pan! But a girl?" Said a voice not too far away.
"Captain, don't be too hopeful, Pan might have taught them better. She's new, because I have never seen her before. And she wears strange clothes." Said another voice.
"Mr. Smee, you may be right. She could be of great value, especially if we were to lure Pan into rescuing her." Said the man otherwise known as Captain Hook. I sighed softly, hoping they wouldn't realize that I was awake and listening.
"Or she could be...you know..." Mr. Smee trailed off.
"No, I don't think she could be my daughter. Pan took her away years ago. There is no way that Pan would allow her to return."
My heart dropped like a rock in the ocean. I'm an orphan, I don't know what my history is, and I don't know who are my real parents.
"Take her away" Hook said, and walked away, judging by the footsteps trailing off. All of a sudden, the net was lifted and swayed to and fro, as some of the crew carried the net away. I wanted to scream for help, but like my eyes, my mouth refused to work. Whoever made the dart must have been really smart. Frustrated, I let the swaying motion lull me into the calming darkness. I soon dozed off, the sound of Peter calling for me in the distance, and the sound of a horn blaring seconds after.
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I woke up, tied to a chair by the legs, arms, and chest. I tried to yell, demanding for an explanation, but I was gagged. 'Ugh' I thought, looking around the fairly large room. It wasn't until I noticed the room was rocking, that I was on the Jolly Roger. Probably in the Captain's Quarters. It was decorated with a whole rack of fine swords and knives. Around it was a picture of Hook, along with others that could have been ancestors. On the floor, perfectly centred, was a large, yellow and orange carpet. In the back of the room was many large windows, probably four or five. And in the middle was a desk, with a small chest and a map, with and ink and a large, feather pen. Behind the desk was the one and only, Captain Hook. He was watching me, observing me, which made me uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat.
"I can't see why Peter Pan wouldn't rescue you. Your like the beautiful damsel in distress." He smiled a wicked grin. I blushed a little. I tried to tell him that he was the evil dragon keeping me from my freedom, but the gag was in the way. He waved his hand as if to swat a fly.
"No matter, Peter will be looking for you. We will bring you outside onto the deck. You can yell and scream, to, you know, attract his attention. Not that he doesn't know that we have you."
He stood up, observing me while walking around the chair. He stopped to observe my face. His eyes cold like winter, yet familiar. He walked away towards the door, knocked a couple of times and walked away. Two very muscular men walked in. One held me down in my chair by the shoulders, while the other untied my hands from the chair, then re-tied them together. The man kneeled down to in-tie my legs. After that was done, they escorted me out of the Captain's Quarters, and to one of the masts. The same main who in-tied me tied me back up to the mast, wrapping longer rope around myself and the mast. He then took the gag out and stepped back to join the surrounding crew members watching me. I heard a few whispers such as "That's a real beauty" and "Looks just like the Captain" but other than that, some wanted to keep me, others said I might be a curse, having a lady on board.
"Silence!" Hook shouted, raising both arms. The whole ship went quite, while the only thing making sounds was the flag and the creaking of the wood rocking in the sea. Hook lowered his arms and looked at me expectably.
I looked at him "What?"
The crew laughs and Hook silences them, then makes a shooing motion. "Go on, scream, yell, do whatever."
"There's no need for that" said a voice above me, I look up and smile. Peter has come to save me...maybe I am the damsel in distress. He swoops down, fighting off pirate after pirate heading straight for Hook. One of the Lost Boys sneak up behind me and in-ties the rope. I silently thank him and run into the Captain's Quarters, grabbing a sheath and fastening it around my waist. Then I grab another to replace Peter's knife, then rushed back out. Unsheathing my sword, I fought ever crew member in my way of getting to Peter Pan. When I finally reached him, I called out to him. He looked down and smiled when he saw me free and with a better weapon. I tossed it up to him and catching it, he went back to fighting Hook.
"Go to the hideout, and don't let her out of your sight Charlie" Peter instructed the boy. Charlie nodded and grabbed my arm, and leaping into the water, we swam the small distance to shore. He least he way through a series of trails, and we finally reached the giant tree. I turned around and closed my eyes and covered my ears. Charlie tapped my shoulders and we walked right into the tree. I thanked Charlie again then walked right into my room, flopping on the bed and fell right asleep.
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I was in a basket, wrapped in soft blankets, I realized that I was a small baby. I was rocking so I must have been on a boat. Captain Hook walked over, but for some reason I wasn't scared or mad or even the slightest bit upset. He picked me up, bouncing me lightly while I was cradled in his arms, and he was singing. I knew this song, but I couldn't remember where. He walked around calling me his little girl, and how we would be a happy family. He said he wished that Emily was still alive to see how I looked just like her. I was terribly confused, but then he called me Emma, and he then put me back in the basket. Then all of a sudden, the basket was lifted up by some kind of force. I look up to see Peter Pan, yelling "If I can't be happy, neither can you!". I heard cannon shots, only a few.
We flew away, out of NeverLand and into another world, where I grew up. "Hook will never find you here" Peter said with a huge grin, obviously proud of himself. A girl flew over towards him, she had magnificent blue butterfly wings that sparkled in the sun, but she was transparent, because she was a ghost. She wore a worried face.
"You shouldn't do this Peter, two wrongs don't make a right."
Peter looked at the spirit annoyed "But a negative plus a negative equals a positive. You taught me math remember? So I must be doing something right. Now go away Belle Anne"
The ghost nodded silently and faded away while Peter looked over at me. He stared at me for a while, probably deciding what to do with me. "Should I throw you in the river to drown or let you live by giving you away to an orphanage, or whatever you call it." He shook his head in doubt, then carried the basket off towards a large building. He put the basket down, and knocked on the door and flew away. Leaving me behind with what was behind the door.

Suddenly, I was a little girl. I was playing with my dolls, who were having a tea party. I look out the window, and see Peter watching me.

"He was always looking out for you, watching you grow up." Said a voice behind me. I turn around to face the source of the voice. I saw one of the Lost Boys, Charlie. I looked at him, I have never heard him talk, at least when I was around. But then again, I was here for less than a day.
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I woke up, my mind racing with so many thoughts, my head hurt. I look over to see Peter watching me, sitting on the edge of the bed. I get up, leaning against the cool wood wall.
"Good morning sleeping beauty" he said with a big grin
"What time is it?" I ask, yawning and stretching my arms
"A little past dawn. We've got breakfast on the table. Cooked raven eggs, and a bit of boar meat. Get them before the boys eat them all" he gets up and walks out the door.
I stretch one more time, letting out a huge yawn. I look towards the foot of the bed and see a brush and some clothes that looked like they would fit. I took out my ponytail, brushing my hair until it was soft, and braided it. I then made sure there were no Peeking-Toms and changed into a comfortable pair of black leggings, only to realize they belonged to me. I slipped on a green long-sleeve shirt, the neck settled around my shoulders and ended a bit lower then my hips and was nice and loose, but not too loose. I then tugged on a pair of brown leather boots that went a little past my ankles. There were knives and my sword I stole from Hook on the bed to, so I slipped one into each of my boots, and fastened the sheath around my waist one more time. I walked out to see everyone looking at me, putting their breakfast on hold. I sit down on a chair beside Peter, who was at the end sitting on a massive chair fit for a king.
He smiled "Wow, you look great in everything. Now you look like a Lost Girl. My Lost Girl"
I smiled and blushed, then grabbed some boar meat and started to eat. It was actually really tasty. I felt Pan's eyes on me the whole time, like I was going to get kidnapped again or something.
I look right at him "What are you looking at?"
He smiles again "Nothing. Aren't you going to eat the eggs?"
I shook my head "Naw, I'm not a huge fan of eggs"
Later, Peter took me to see the Never Wolves. They were amazing, and larger than wolves in my world, but not by much. They varied from brown to silver to a gold colour, and black. There were even a few white wolves. They could talk too, which amazed me. The Alpha stepped up, sniffing my hand. He was a white wolf.
"She is no regular girl. Nor is she even human"
Peter stepped back in amazement "No, that's not possible. Your lying"
The wolf shook his head "No, she has a spark within her. It has been tapped several times. Tell me girl, what are you? What dreams have you had?"
I gulped a little "Well, I don't know what I am, if not human. And I have had dreams where I was an animal. But I haven't had one in a while"
The wolf stood up on his back legs, and shifted into a human. I couldn't help but gasp in amazement. He was about 15 years old, and he was actually pretty handsome. He had blonde hair, and vibrant green eyes. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"What animal?" His voice a little low
"Mainly a white wolf" I said softly
"You are an extraordinary girl. You are a Spirit-walker. Which means you are spiritually connected to animals, every kind. But like us, you are mainly spiritually connected to the great and mysterious wolf."