To Die Would Be An Awfully Big Adventure

To Neverland

Hello fellow oncers, this is my first once upon a time fan fic and is about the one and only Peter Pan and Captain Hook. Please tell me what you think I hope you like it and the famous peter pan will make his debut in the next chapter hope you enjoy:)

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All children grow up. We are born we live we die that's just how it is, but not all grow up there is one boy who doesn't and his name is Peter Pan.

The Enchanted Forest

All my life I have been scared of death, it had been a force that had taken so many that I loved, my mother my grandparents, and now my father. I am alone, lost, with nowhere to turn. Is this to be my life?.

My mother died giving birth to me, my grandparents where all dead before I was born and my father, I feel like he died the day my mother did. And now he is gone to everyone has left me.

But I don't think it is death that scares me, more the sense of growing up.

I am only eighteen and I have had to grow up more then a girl my age should, I have had to look after myself since the time I could walk and talk, my father was always down the pub drinking away his sorrows, and those would only worsen as I grew, looking more and more like my mother everyday.

I could see when he looked at me that it pained him do so, I had the same blue eyes as her and the same raven coloured hair as hers, though mine was always in a mass of messy ringlets that feel down past my waist and hers was straight according to the Portrait my father kept of her.

He caught me starting at it so much that he gave it to me. It was one of the few things my father did for me that I was great full of.

I love my father I do, but it is one of those hopeless loves that consume your very being, taking over your life when all you do is try to fix them or help them, giving them all your love but no matter how hard you try it's never enough.

But I suppose that all that doesn't matter now because my father is dead, my mother is dead. And I am sitting in a tavern waiting on drunk pirates and knights as they try to feel me up like I'm a common tramp, but like I said I'm a girl who has had to grow up way to quickly.

"Girl over here" a drunken knight mumbled to me as I passed him, slimeball.

"How can I help you" I said with a forced smile. "Well I can think of plenty of ways you could help me girl" he said invading my personal space so much I could smell his breath which was traced with the potent smell of alcohol.

The pig. I then gave him another one of my famous fake smiles "well how about I help you out of this tavern before I get someone to throw you out" I replied to the pig.

"I have a better idea. I will help you out of those cloths and show you the proper way to treat a knight" the pig exclaimed. Standing up to pull me close to him and his foul oder.

Then before I knew it a sword was pointed towards the so called knights face then slowly drop to his neck and begin to pearce him drawing blood.

"And how about I teach you how to treat a woman with respect" says my saviour.

I turn to find a tall woman with black hair like mine and light green eyes. She was dressed in black tights and a red and black jewelled clock adorned with a huge red necklace. A pirate.

"How dare you address a knight in such a manner" ohhh big words from a pig.

"And how dare you treat a woman in such a manner" the pirate retorted back.