Peter Pan - Short Prolouge

Peter Pan Short Prologue - Part Three

The days flew by with adventures and laughter. Mary and Peter had never had so much fun, and they all got closer, especially Mary and George. However, the closer Peter got with George, the more James treated him like an outcast and stayed away. He was beginning to resent this new boy that he believed had stole his spot in the group. Especially because Peter could fly, thanks to Tink. The group marveled at Peter's power to fly and loved to look at Tink who pretended not to like the attention. Even though the days passed like this, Peter noticed George and Mary growing distant from the rest of the group. It was like they were their own group inside of a larger one. He questioned Mary, and she admitted that she was homesick.

"Peter... don't you want to go back home?" Staring into the fire pit that was at their home base, Mary sighed.

"What? What do you mean? We are home!" Peter didn't understand what Mary was getting at.

"I don't mean our home base, or here. I mean London. The real world. I miss my parents. I think they're worried about me... George also wants to go back if I do too." Mary's face colored slightly, and Peter lost his temper. He didn't understand why Mary would want to go back to London when there was this marvelous land right here.

"I don't think you're parents are worried at all! You always say how they never pay attention to you!"

"Well, you never even had parents so how would you know!?" Mary also snapped at him, then realized in the silence what she had said. Her hand flew to her mouth and she half stood up. "Peter, Peter, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that! Peter!" He had stood up, and without a glance back, he flew off into the trees.

He flew as fast and as far as he could, and ended up at the beach. Plopping himself onto the sand, he balled up his fist and threw a handful at the sea. It scattered uselessly into the wind and he looked up. There was a violent storm approaching. It was his job, along with George to round up everyone to safety because he could fly, so he sighed and was about to go back when a soft wail came from the sea. He turned and saw one of the mermaids he had befriended beckoning to him. Coming closer, she touched his hand and he saw the image of a rundown ship coming towards the island, full of rough looking men. He had seen men such as these back in London when he had escaped towards the docks. They were pirates and dangerous. Leaping up, Peter flew back to warn the others.

The storm was on full fledged now, and everyone but James was gathered at the safe shelter. George kept pacing back and forth with Alex looking on worriedly.

"I'm going to look for him!" George sprang towards the door but Mary held him back.

"No! It's no use if you get hurt or lost too!"

"But-!"

"The storm is almost over. We can go look for him together then, but nothing will come of looking for him in this storm."

They all grimly waited in silence and Alex started to cry. They all comforted him, when the sound of the pounding rain and thunder stopped. They all got up and went out the door to look for James.

A few hours later, they approached the beach, still not having found James. They stopped short as they saw something that had clearly not been there before. A large, tattered, pirate ship was stuck in the sand, and there were lots of people being led out. They had dark skin and red markings on their faces, walking with a prideful demeanor. However, contrary to this, their hands and legs were bound with chains. Rough looking men were leading them into the forest. This was the ship that the mermaid had shown Peter in a vision.

"What do we do?" Mary whispered, frightened. George squinted.

"I don't know, what if James has been captured by them as well?"