Pan's Never-Neverland

The Lost and the Pirates

Chapter Five – The Lost and the Pirates

He was gone…just like that.

Wendy didn't know if she was in a dream or a nightmare. He was so real, if she had reached out, she could've touched him…but the moment the lights died and came back on, it was as if he'd never been there…at least, that's what she thought until she saw the sparkling dust and leaves left in his place.

"Geez, what a creeper," Fred frowned as they all exited the carousel. "At least he's gone now. What's next on the agenda?"

"Canoes!" Mouse exclaimed as he sat comfortably on Nana's back.

"What canoes?" Wendy asked, stuffing the sparkling leaves into her jean pocket.

"I think I know," Asher spoke up. "There's a part here called 'Indian Village,' with a ride full of canoes. I think I know how to get there."

"Lead the way," Jon nodded, dutifully following the young man.

"Canoes?! You mean, like, with water?!" Mandy squealed. "I can't like do that! I'll ruin my hair! And my clothes!"

"Why exactly did you come, Mandy?" Violet glared. "To have fun or to whine? If this keeps up, I'll ask one of those nice pirates to take you home."

Mandy returned the glare to Violet but kept her mouth shut. Wendy secretly smiled at her friend when her eyes drifted over to a little open boutique. An Indian woman sat behind the counter, her grey hair over her shoulder in a braid. Before her was a display of all sorts of baubles.

"Listen, I'll catch up," Wendy told them.

"Huh?" Fred asked, stopping in his tracks. "Where're you going?"

"I just want a quick peek is all," Wendy promised. "I'll catch up with you all in a moment."

"Sure," Violet nodded, taking one of Fred's arms. Mandy latched herself to the other, the two females dragging the boy off after the others.

Silently sending her thanks to Violet, Wendy took off and paused in front of the booth.

The woman lifted her head upon her arrival, a smile growing on her face. "Can I help you, child?"

"Just looking actually, but thanks," Wendy responded politely, returning the friendly smile.

The collection of items varied from shell bracelets to feathery headbands, leather and deerskin pouches with embroidered patterns and the tiniest flowers and vines for earrings and rings. However, none of these managed to snag her attention – save for one item.

A single acorn button on a silvery chain lay forlorn to the very end of the shelf. Her hand reached out to touch it but she stopped herself.

This did not go unnoticed, and the woman picked it up for her. "Interesting choice," she mused. "But I believe it suits you. Take it, child."

"Oh, I can't!" Wendy insisted. "I just couldn't…I don't know if I have enough for it…"

"Save your money. It's taken care of."

The new voice startled her so much that she spun around, slamming into the newcomer's chest. Frightened and embarrassed, she drew back, tipping on her heel haphazardly. A gasp of fear escaped her lips as she felt her body falling until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her and pulled her back to the source of her startled distress.

"Easy there," he chuckled. "Don't want you flying off."

His voice seemed so familiar…it was strong but gentle, flowing like melted chocolate from his lips. His grasp was firm but cautious, the warmth radiating from his body made her feel euphoric. She closed her eyes for the briefest moment, not realizing how immersed she was with this being. Her eyelids fluttering open, she raised her head slowly, her eyes coming in contact with a set of shining emeralds.