To Neverland

Chapter 7: James' Rude Demands

Chapter 7 

         

     Wendy shouldn't be here. Standing aboard James' ship watching as a bright string of light flew towards the ship. Of course, Wendy wouldn't still be on the ship if the young drunks hadn't spotted her from the street and hadn't decided to come aboard.

      Flash! A large gust of wind flew in Wendy's face. Was the ship moving? Wendy heard Peter's laugh over the sound of the wind. Why was he laughing? What was going on? All her thoughts came to a sudden stop when she felt the ship jerk down, the sound of the ship crashing into water.

"Welcome to Neverland!" Peter yelled clearly not dazed by the ride. Neverland, Neverland...That place in the story!

"Neverland?" Wendy herself was still trying to regain her bearings.

"Neverland?" Andrew said a short distance behind her.

"What's this talk of Neverland?" James added stalking slowly up to Peter. A large cut was bleeding on the forearm of his right side.

"You're in Neverland!" Peter exclaimed leaping onto a nearby crate with ease.

"Excuse for not knowing this, but what and where exactly is Neverland?" Andrew studied his surroundings.

"It's a magical land. Far far away from England. Where mermaids, and Indians, and the occasional pirates live." Wendy couldn't believe the words she was hearing. Apparently she wasn't the only one as Andrew looked quite confused himself.

"Pirates?" Now Wendy could have misread it, but it seemed an evil smirk had crawled onto James' face.

Peter nodded. "But you want to know the best part?" With his hands on his hips he leaned down to meet his audience's faces. "You. Never. Grow. Up." Peter let out a loud laugh flying straight into the air.

"Since when can he fly?" James asked angrily. "Never growing up...well that actually seems quite fun I must admit."

"Think Wendy, if what Peter says is true. There may be cures to sicknesses, new substances just waiting to be discovered!" Andrew joined his brother in happiness.

      Wendy wasn't sure what she was feeling. Hadn't she always wanted to go on an adventure? Maybe not. Maybe it was the dream of going on an adventure that intrigued her. True be told, Wendy was actually quite scared at the moment.  She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she had forgotten the lost drunks were aboard.

"Hey! Where the bird boy say we are?" One piped. Obviously he hadn't caught the previous string of conversation. No one answered. Frankly, they were all tired of repeating the word. Wendy dare not answer. They’d surely notice her, then they’d all be right back to where this all began.

      Peter. Peter Pan. Why did he know where the ship had landed?

“Peter?” He landed back down on the wooden crate.

“Yes Wendy?” His eyes gleamed with energy, the sun making them appear a bright shade of green.

“How exactly did we get here?” She wasn’t sure where to start.

James interrupted. “And what exactly is making him fly? Where can I get me some of that...”

“Once a year, Neverland disposes of...star stuff and sends it flying towards London. Big Ben to be exact. Why? I haven’t the slightest idea.” Star stuff? Thought Wendy. “But anyways, usually it just bounces right off the point and comes straight back into space. No harm done. But it must of reflected off of something else on this not so rare occasion.”