Building Neverland-Hook Rising

Chapter 2-The pen or the plank?

Moira sat there in stunned silence, her eyes wide as the wheels in her head began to spin, contemplating his offer. After a moment, she stood up and began shaking her head, scooting the chair back into place beneath the table, abandoning her warm inviting meal to evade this lunacy.

"No, I do not think so. I do not know you, how can I be certain that you're not someone dangerous, that you're not planning on luring me off to steal me away, or take my meager earnings from me or worse? I'm sorry but as I have stated, I simply do not know you, and you have no proof as to the things you speak of. Not to mention there's no possible way you could have known my grandmother in her youth, for you are youth incarnate. This is all a bit too ridiculous for my tastes so I shall take my leave." She stated with a slight laugh as she began straightening herself up, turning back to him with an apologetic smile, "Thank you for the stew, and the company but I am afraid I must be off now." She then attempted to turn her back on the man, eyeing her boss who laughed heartily at whatever the woman had just said to him, before looking back to the doors to make her escape.

Peter quickly stood up, trying to interject as she spoke, reaching a hand forward, "Moira what I am telling you is true, you have only to ask Smee." He stated swiftly, moving to her side though keeping his hands to himself.

That was her answer. Old Smee. He had been around for her entire life and after her father's unfortunate and untimely passing, been the one to practically raise her alongside her elderly grandmother Wendy until her passing some years previously. He was getting on in years and liked to spin stories about his youth as a "pirate's bo'sun." He spun many a twisted yarn about his young life, much of which she hardly took seriously even with her grandmother supporting his every claim. The two were storytellers by their own rights, she understood that, but they were just that. Stories. She finally scoffed softly and turned back to him, "Smee knows how to spin a tall tale, Sir."

Peter shook his head, "Smee is nothing if not honest. Did he not tell you of our childhood together aboard Captain Blackbeard's ship? Did he not speak of Neverland? Of me? Peter?" He stated, pressing his hands to his chest.

She had turned to walk away but halted abruptly at the mention of that name. Slowly she turned around, pointing a finger towards him, eyes narrowed. "You're Peter? Peter Pan?"She queried in disbelief, eyes narrowing in accusation and suspicion. 

Peter nodded, a smile spreading across his face as he folded his hands in front of himself, nodding his head once, giving a brief bow of his head. "That I am, yes."

A grin spread across her disbelieving visage as she began nodding, her lower lip plumping in a knowing line. "So you're Peter Pan...so that means you can fly, can you not?" She stated, folding her arms across her chest. Motioning towards him briefly she said, "Go on then. Fly."

Peter looked around the tavern, thankful that they were still speaking low enough not to catch anyone's attention but the full tavern served as a problem for him as he was trying to remain covert. Not to mention...his powers of flight had been struggling as of late. He was still very much capable but at times, it faltered. He blamed his age and distance from Neverland. Sucking in a deep breath, he decided 'fuck it, might as well try to give her what she wants.' 

"Follow me." He stated finally, brushing by her and before she could argue he grabbed her hand and practically dragged her with him from the bar. They pushed through the doors of the tavern as he turned and began heading towards the old dark alleyway to the right of the pub as he rounded the corner towards its twisted narrow dark entryway but she was not feeling this moment.

Quickly she pulled her hand away, "I'm not going down there with you." She said abruptly, putting her hands on her hips, fidgeting, before folding her arms across her chest in defensive pose.