Saving Peter

Chapter 3: Hook

I yawn and sit up, stretching my arms and arching my back. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. As my usually habit, I stayed up on the deck last night until I saw Peter and Tink return from their trip tot he mainland. What I was not expecting last night though, was to see two extra figures flying to the island behind Peter. 

Despite my lack of sleep, I am surprisingly alert for the early hours of the morning. The soft rays of the sun are gently peaking through the window of the cabin on the ship. I can feel the warmth on my face, I haven't opened my eyes yet. I take a deep breath of the salty air and sigh in contentment. 

I finally open my eyes and look around my cabin. Or well, I was planning to. But once I opened my eyes I am met with the sight of the petite fairy sitting in a chair across from my bed, staring at my patiently. Her head is tilted slightly, as if mildly curious. Her eyes are wide and unblinking. 

I jump slightly at the shock of waking up to a fairy watching me. Luckily I don't make a startled noise. "Why hello Tink, lovely morning isn't it? In my private room, on my ship." My voice is dripping with sarcasm, not that she would understand it. 

"You saw us arrive last night," it wasn't a question. I'm not entirely sure if that is a fairy thing or just Tink. Though Tink is better than most fairies when it came to understanding and participating in what she calls "human communication methods". 

I rolls my eyes at her statement. "Yes Tink, I saw you guys get back from the mainland. I stayed up watching for you like I do every night you go to the mainland." 

"So you saw the others who came back with us," again, it wasn't a question. Her voice was slightly irritated this time, I noted. 

I nod, "Yeah. What was up with that? You guys picking up strays now?" 

Tink shakes her head with a suddenly grave expression. "The siblings of the boy were there when we got there. The girl convinced Peter to take them all to Neverland with us." 

"Girl?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant. "Doesn't he usually prefer to take boys to the island? Why the sudden interest?" 

Tink raises a pencil thin eyebrow at my statement. "Why your sudden interest?" 

I shrug in response. 

"You know you aren't special to him. He has taken girls here before. True, so far you've been the only one near him in age before." Tink says in an almost insultingly bland tone. 

"So she is out age?" I ask. 

Tink narrows her eyes and nods. 

"That means she's supposed to be on my sip, not the island," I point out. I smile at the idea. "I think I better meet his, what's her name?" I ask, suddenly realizing I don't know the name. 

"Wendy. And the older boy, John, is old enough to join your crew as well," Tink informs. 

"Let's go meet this Wendy and John, shall we?" I jump out of bed and start getting ready. I change into my usual clothes, wrap the bottom half of each pant leg. Pull on my blouse and put on my vest over the top. I tug on my boots and yank my coat on, pulling my hair out and running my fingers through it as I do. I grab my belt and latch it around my waist, tucking my hook into it and adding my cutlas. I snatch my hat as I near the door to the deck. 

Tink stops me with a hand on my arm before I can yank the door open. "Peter's already bringing them here." 

My breath catches. Peter is coming here? To my ship? "Is he bringing the hoard with him?" I ask carefully. Trying to determine if I should be prepared for a mock fight or not.