The Queen Of Neverland

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Soon the bed was all done. It wasn't much but it was enough. It was a long piece of cloth tied from some of the roots of Hangman's Tree. It had a few dead leaves and pillows for cushion and a wool blanket. It wasn't much more then what any of the other boys had. "Alright! Story time!" Peter announced as the boys crowded around him, once more seated in his wooden thrown. "How about... the time I cut off hook's hand?" "We've heard that one already!" The rabbit boy cried out. "How about the time I brought Wendy, John and Micheal to Neverland?" "We lived through that one!" The twins cried. "Well..." Peter thought for a moment and then looked at me with a peculiar gleam in his eyes. "Elyse! You read a lot of stories! Tell us one!" He demanded. "Yeah tell us a story!" Some of the lost boys cried out in agreement. "But all I've ever done is read em' I don't know how to make em'!" I replied in a small panic. Peter shook it off as if it were nothing. "Pft! That's no biggy! Just tell us one you've read!" "But most of the ones I've read you already know." "Then tell us one of the ones we don't know!" He added as Tinkerbell flew over to perch on his shoulder, ready to listen to me fail at coming up with a story. "Alright. I'll tell you a story. I'll tell you a pirate story!" I shouted with wonder as I jumped up. The lost boys all cheered in agreement of my enthusiasm. "Now this pirate was a lot meaner then your ol' Captin' Hook! His name was Blackbeard! He was one of the cruelest buccaneers to sail upon the Atlantic Ocean!" Their faces drew a blank. The bear boy raised his hand. "What's the Atlantic Ocean?" He asked. I'd completely forgotten that this wasn't my home and they had no idea about many of the geographical or historical features of America nor any other country on earth. "It's a vast body of salted water back where I'm from." I added as I drew a stick for a sword. "Wait!" One of the lost boys, the skunk, stopped me. "But where are you from?" He asked with curiosity. I couldn't help but smile sweetly at his youth. "I'm from a land called America. It's huge! Probably ten times the size of Neverland!" "Wow!" They all chimed it. "So I'm guessing you're not from London, like Wendy?" Peter asked and I chuckled. "Nope! Try Brooklyn in New York." "Huh. Well.. on with the story!" He shouted and I nodded. "Right, now Blackbeard was a sensible man as he was a pirate. He had a wife, well fourteen of them to be exact, and around thirteen children!" I heard a collective gasp from the boys as they all looked at each other in awe and amazement and I couldn't help but smile. "Blackbeard plundered mostly the Caribbean islands, which are off the coast of America and are similar to Neverland only warmer and with different trees, oh! And they speak a variety of different languages. Now anyways, the Caribbean islands were known for pirates, treasure, and tradable goods like sweets such as sugar and chocolate!" "Mmmm!" A couple of the boys hummed and I giggled at the cuteness of their enthusiasm. "Blackbeard knew the value of these things she He hung around there quite often, with his ship the Queen Anne's Revenge. Why he even had his own custom Jolly Roger that struck fear into the hearts of all who saw it!" I shouted as I lunged at one of the boys with my stick-sword and he gave a small shriek. The others giggled and I kept on with my story. "Now one day when Blackbeard was heading home to one of his wives off the coast of America he was found by one of the Queen's men, the good guys. His name was Robert Maynard! He fought Blackbeard valiantly to the death!" I shouted as I swung my stick sword and pretended to fight. "The petty fight was over when Robert took a swift shot at Blackbeard's head cutting it clean off his body which tumbled into the ocean and swam around his ship three times before sinking!" The lost boys cheered at the end of my story. I smiled. Ever Peter seemed to enjoy it. After a collective amount of goodnights we all settled into our beds and went to sleep.