Y/n POV:
I am laying on my bed on my dad's ship, The Jolly Rodger. My dad is Killian Jones or as most people call him, Captain Hook. He got his name because I called him Captain Hook as a joke one time and it just kinda stuck.
"Y/n." My dad says from the other side of my closed door, taking me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah."
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah."
My dad opens the door and walks in to lean on my bed stand. I sit up on my bed.
"We are going to shore." Dad states.
"Okay!" I say excitedly.
"You are staying here." He adds.
"What?" I yell as I get up from my bed. "Why can't I come?"
"I have dealt with this island before and it's not safe for you."
"Which means it's not safe for you either." I argue.
"Y/n, this is not up for discussion. You are staying here." Dad orders.
"I'm not 5 anymore, Dad! I'm 16!" I yell at him.
"And you are still my little girl I taught how to sail."
I sigh softly. I know I can't win this battle so why fight it?
"Fine. You have to come back safely." I say.
"Got it." He says and give me a smile.
He comes forward and gives me a hug.
"Thank you for understanding." He whispers.
"Of course."
He looks at me for a minute then leaves making sure the door is closed.
I let a sigh leave my mouth as I flop back onto my bed. I sometimes hated how protective he is of me because I can't do anything fun but I love it because boys can't be gross and hit on me.
I get up and change my clothes to black leggings, white ruffled shirt, and knee-long boots. I run my hands through my hair because I am too lazy to brush it correctly but who cares, I sure don't.
I walk up to the deck and look around. No one is on board. Dad must of taken all the crew. Well, there is only 10 so it makes sense.
"Well, why would they leave you on board?"
I whip around to find the source of the voice. I see a boy around my age leaning on the railing of the ship. He has forest green eyes with brown and green clothes on. His hair is brownish and he is tall, about a head taller then me.
"Who are you?" I ask sternly.
"Ooo, you're feisty." He says.
"Thanks for that world changing information." I say sarcastically.
He chuckles lightly.
"I am Peter, Peter Pan." He says.
"Well, nice to meet you Peter Pan. I am Y/n, Y/n Jones." I mimic his voice as I say the last part.
"I like you."
"Everyone likes me." I joke because I have a few enemies.
"I can tell." Pan jokes softly.
I fake a gasp, "Did Peter Pan just make a joke?"
Pan let out another soft chuckle.
"Yes, I guess I did."
He stands up straight and walks over to me. Are faces are inches from each other.
"Now, why would they leave you here all by yourself when clearly the captain wants to protect you?" Pan whispers.
"Because I don't need protection." I whisper back.
"I can tell."
He leans in a little more and his breath tickles my lips.
"Are you going to hurt me?" I ask-whisper.
"No, I think I'll keep you."
He leans in a little more and kisses my cheek softly. I feel a small blush come onto my cheeks which isn't normal.
He walks backwards and holds his arms out wide.
"See you later, My Lost Girl." Pan exclaims.
"See you later...... My King."
I fake a bow to him and he chuckles lightly.
"You sure are something." He whispers barely loud enough for me to hear him.
"Thanks." I say.
With that, he disappears into a cloud of green smoke.
"What just happened?" I whisper to myself.
I stand still for another minute as my brain processes what just happened.
"I think Peter Pan loves me..... and I think I love him....."
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