Even Lost Boys Are Found

Chapter 5

"No! Let him go!" I began to hit the buff man over and over with balled fists.

"You know what? Take the girl as well she's being a pain in my ass." The men took my neck and dragged me in the death grip. Peter must've been scared. He wasn't struggling at all, he sat there in the burlap sack swinging back and forth. I swear I could here him mumble words and occasionally move his hand in attempts of tearing the bag.

We had stopped swaying and now we were rocking it was strange. We were on the boat. It was a fancy boat with Hooks office filled with gold and red items. I'm guessing everything was stolen, from the candles and wood that doesn't match. I wanted to run, but men had already crowded the opening in the ship. "We have Peter Pan and his little girlfriend!" Men were hollering and yelling. "We will drown Peter and let the girl walk the plank." Hook tied up Peter to the pole in his room and tied me to a chair. "So, Peter, we meet again. Today will be the last day we shall quarrel, eh?" 

"I know you want me, but why Nitya? You have me, you've proven that your stronger. You don't need her. Just let her go."

"Well, as you can see Peter, I have tied up your pretty girlfriend with a few different locks. So you can't leave with her. Even if you wanted to leave with her you couldn't." He chuckled. I was scared Peter was going to die. He wouldn't leave without me, you can see the fear in his eyes even when speaking to a tall pirate with a hook for a hand. It was hard to see him this way. Hook left the room and let the little chef guard us. 

"Peter, you look scared we are going to live, right?" Peter looked down at the ground. I felt like he hated me. 

"I don't know. I mean, yes. Or no... I just don't know. I don't want to loose you like I lost her." He started to cry, but he couldn't wipe his eyes. "Tigerlily was special to me. I can't leave her how I left you." Lily? I knew something happened with them. 

"What happened with Tigerlily?"

"I let her grow up. The Red Indians grow up. They take the natural root and live only for 4,000 years... it's a short life, but they deal with it." It was kinda funny how Peter thought that 4,000 years was a small amount of time. I was thought to live for 80 years like my grandmother and her grandmother. It was hard to wrap my head around that life was so short. 

"I'm sorry Peter. I really am." It was sad to see the boy like that. I almost didn't think about what Peter had said about me before and what I had said to him. He was lying when he first met me. He loved Tigerlily, she had grown up, she was married to the chief and life was different for Peter. Peter was growing up, something he should never do. Peter seemed lost. He was lost between who he cared about and who he hated, he was lost between life and death. He wanted to grow up and it was clear to me who he truly cared about, it was the boys, it was the indians, it was Tink. I would never be a main object on his agenda, I'm just a girl he picked up on the way.

Peter looked down, "I'm scared, Nitya." I tried to scoot closer to him, forgetting that I had been locked up. I hurt my wrists that they started to bleed. I can't believe how cruel Hook can be. "Are you okay? Oh my god, you're bleeding. Um what do I do? What can I do?" I shook off Peter's nervous behavior and yelled.

"Oh Hook? Dear Hook? Can you step in her for a moment?" Hook barged in and yelled at me.

"What is it? I was just settling down!" 

"Well, Captain, I really need to use the bathroom and well... I'm a girl. I don't want Peter to see me and this year has just been so hard and I-" I started fake crying as I was babbling on about how hard it is to be a girl.

"Okay, okay!" He unlocked all of the locks and let me go. The blood had dried a little on the cuffs, but I rubbed my battle scar and got up.

"I'm sorry Hook." I laughed. I kicked him in his manly hood and punched him in the stomach. He yelped, but not loud enough to wake the sleeping guards. I took Peter's rope and untied it with ease. My father had taught me everything whenever he had come home. It was an easy sailers knot that my dad also taught me how to untie. "Come on, Peter." I took his hand and ran off of the boat. We ran all  the way to the tree. We finally ran out of breath. 

"Nitya! That was amazing. I love you!" He picked me up and twirled me around. 

"Love me?" Peter brushed his hair back. He looked down as if he meant for me to realize all of his little moves. 

He nodded. This was the nod that made me feel special.