Peter managed to scrounge up an old pair of light tan doe skin breeches that clung comfortably to your legs and thighs. Peter said they were an old cast off of Tootles so they ended up fitting you quite well. They reminded you of the kind of pants that rich people wore when they went horseback riding. The only difference you were sure was that those kinds of pants weren't actually made out of real deer skin. As much as you hated the thought of wearing Bambi for pants, you had to admit that the brush of the short fur trousers felt luxurious against your skin every time you moved. Peter had also tossed you a thin faded white linen shirt that had billowing long sleeves and that closed with a drawstring in front of the chest. As you were busy tying the drawstrings over your chest tightly Peter grabbed hold of one of your legs and began slipping on a worn and scratched -but still neatly polished- black knee high stiletto heeled boot. You looked down at him as he took hold of your other leg to put the other one on and said, "I don't take it these are a cast off of Tootles too."
You couldn't help the slight sharpness that had crept into your tone. Honestly though, you wanted to know what women's boots you were currently wearing. Seriously, there hadn't been a lot of women you'd seen here in Neverland and the foot size was too small to have been Tiger Lily's. Peter didn't look up at you, but instead had turned his attention to fixing the buckles at the top of the boots. Your eyes narrowed down at him, but you caught the hint of a naughty smirk as he answered casually, "I actually pilfered these from the body of a female pirate who went by the name of Red Handed Jill. Though I do believe I saw Tootles eyeing them once..." There was no mistaking the taunting lilt in his voice. After Peter had deftly tightened and clasped all the buckles he looked up at you letting you see the full on cocky grin that was spread across his chiseled face. His chocolate colored eyes were bright and full of mischief. It was obvious he had caught on to your thinly veiled jealousy. Chagrined at being caught you crossed your arms over your chest and turned your head to the side as you said, "Well I do hope you didn't kill her just for her shoes. They may be fabulous looking, but they are hardly worth killing for." You kept your head stubbornly to the side, but you felt Peter stand up in front of you. He lightly took your haphazardly tied drawstrings and untied them with one finger. Then he began to take the loose ends between his long fingers and began to tie them better. "Actually I wasn't the one to kill her and neither was Tootles or any of The Lost Boys for that matter. We don't really fancy killing women. We really don't know all that much about the girl, just what the mermaids had whispered to us. We do know that she was the only female pirate ever aboard The Jolly Roger."
"The Jolly Roger?" you asked looking down and noticed that Peter had tied a perfect tight knot. Really, was there nothing this man couldn't do better than you? You looked up into Peter's handsome face only to see his previous mirth had been wiped away. His eyes were solemn and his face looked sober. "The Jolly Roger is Captain Hook's pirate ship. It sails the Neversea and leaves only chaos and destruction in its wake. Hook never let's women aboard his ship. It's said to be bad luck to have a woman on board, but Hook made an exception for Red Handed Jill. She was quite a fearsome and skilled swordsman, but the real reason he let her stay was because she was a magnificent storyteller." Your face instantly scrunched up as you said dubiously, "He let her stay because she told good stories?" Peter smiled thinly down at you. He brought his large hands up and began brushing your messy hair down with his fingers. "Never underestimate the power of words my love. For words can encourage a man to do things he'd never dare dream before and they can also wound a man in ways you never thought possible."
"So she was good for team morale?" you asked while bringing up your hands to his chest in a vain attempt to smooth out the small wrinkles in the hunter green short sleeved tunic he had thrown on. He wore breeches much like yours, but his were the color of freshly grown green leaves. And as always he wore his brown leather well worn in boots that went up past his calves. You had to admit that Peter made everything he wore look good. His tunic even had an upside triangle cut out in the center creating a visible patch of well tanned skin right where his defined pecks met. Your eyes had a tendency of staring at it, but Peter was oblivious as he continued on with his story. "Very much so. Hook recruited Red Handed Jill just when it was whispered his pirate crew was about to commit mutiny and abandon him. It happened just after I cut off his left hand in a battle and fed it to a monstrous sized salt water crocodile that just happened to be swimming by the Jolly Roger at that moment." Peter smiled broadly at your no doubt horrified face. "The beast liked it so much that he's been following Hook ever since. Fortunately for him the crocodile also swallowed a clock and now you can hear the ticking of it whenever he is near. That's why we dubbed it the Tick Tock Croc. There are only two things in this world that Captain Hook fears and that's the sight of his own blood, and that one fateful crocodile." Peter smiled savagely at the thought. "Back to our story, Hook's crew thought that being without a hand he was no longer a man to be feared. They thought wrong. Hook only became more demented and to prove it he replaced his missing hand with a silver fishing hook which he wields like a dagger. Still at the time it was Hook and his First Mate Smee against the rest of his motley crew. I have no doubt that Hook could have taken them all on, but he would be worse for wear at the end of it. And Hook is no fool. He knows he can't pirate a ship as big as the Jolly Roger with just himself and Smee. Now, nobody knows how Hook had managed to come about Red Handed Jill, but when he heard her talent for storytelling he brought her aboard the ship. She told stories night after night, weaving a magical web of loyalty all around the hard-hearted and jaded crew with her words. It wasn't long before Hook's men had once again pledged their lives and souls to Captain Hook."
