"The one thing I regret about reading is not being able to live the lifes and adventures of the characters. Maybe that's why I want to write; to create a story that somebody else would want to live."- Me
Yep, but they live high in the mountains. You can normally see them around the jungle, but they mostly keep to themselves. Tink betrayed them when she decided to live with Peter, so they dislike Peter. The only thing they agree with him on is his hatred of Hook. The only time they will team up with Peter is when he has a major battle with Hook. Hope that helps!
Open the gates and seize the day! Don't be afraid and don't delay.
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
Hmm, it is technically Monday where I am, so lets start! Sorry about this long post!
Peter Pan After a while, being without a crew got boring. Tink never wanted to come make fun of that codfish, Hook with me, and I was too alone. So, one by one, I took kids who didn’t want to grow up either to Neverland with me. Some came with me in a conscious decision as I knocked on their windows and they let me in, and others I carried with me, laying them on the beach near Mermaid Lagoon as they slept. I had brought more girls than had ever been on the Island before, and Tink was not happy. I could hear the bells, tiny and beautiful, but I heard the words too as she chimed in my ear, “Why do you even need this group of cows? We have fun together, just you and I.”
I floated above them, as they slowly awoke out of their sleep. “Aye, but now we can have even more fun! It’ll be just like with the first Lost Boys.”
She grumbled angrily back, “More like the Lost Cows.” Then she settled into my hair, complaining about how dirty it was.
They started to stretch out, yawning and looking around them in a confused daze. I crossed my legs like the Mollusks did in mid-air, looking down at them, as they stood and looked around them; at the Lagoon and the jungle that stretched in the other direction. One of them, a boy with curly blonde hair asked, “Where are we?”
I landed softly behind their backs and said. “Neverland. You’re here in Neverland.”
They turned with a start, frightened at how I had seemed to appear out of nowhere. Another boy snorted and said, “Yeah, we’re on Neverland, and the next thing you’re going to say is that you’re Peter Pan.”
I rested my hand on my dagger and said. “But I am Peter Pan. How do you know my name?”
A blonde girl wearing a bandana that seemed to have fire on it said, “If you’re Peter Pan, prove it. Fly and show us your fairy.”
I glared at her, then pointed my finger up high above my head, springing up into the air dramatically. Then I turned upside down and crossed my legs, grinning down at their shocked faces. Tink chimed, “They look like a school of fish.”
I snickered and said, “Tink, go say hullo to the crew. You can all be my Lost Boys.”
She flew down to them, chiming very rude things into their faces and then flitting off toward Hangman’s Tree. I drifted down so that I was almost touching the ground and said, “Do you believe me now? This is Neverland, I’m Peter Pan, that was Tinkerbell, and you all are my new crew. None of you want to grow up, from what I saw on Earth. That’s right, right?”
One at a time, they all nodded, so I grinned at each of them, hovering a foot in the air. I pulled my panpipes from my belt and started playing on them, waiting for somebody to respond.
Tinkerbell Why, why, why did he do this?! Am I not enough for him? Does he not remember how everything started to fall apart when he brought that wretched Wendy Darling here? I would be fine if he had brought a crew of boys with him. But girls?! Does he not remember how Wendy had broken his heart by growing up? Not that he is even aware that he loved her. Peter doesn’t know that he likes girls. He denies it. We are so close to each other. I know everything about him, and he knows everything about me. Surely he knows that other girls aren’t good for him, that they end up breaking his heart. I’m the only one that stays with him. All I want is it to be just us; him and me, on this island, forever.
Open the gates and seize the day! Don't be afraid and don't delay.
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
I woke up on the sand with Peter over me. W-what?! I stood up and pulled seaweed out of my hair. I smiled at Peter. "Hello Peter." I was always beautiful, so my friends would always say. I have green eyes and bleach blonde hair. I high fived Peter, "So, what do we do around here?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I woke up with a start and saw some other boys and girls lying next to me. We were on a beach..wait a beach??? I quickly sat up and rubbed my eyes and saw a boy floating upside down and a fairy right next to him."Whoa, is that tinkerbell?" I asked "And are you Peter Pan?"
“A child of five could understand this. Fetch me a child of five.”- Groucho Marx
If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure."-J. Danforth Quayle
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it- M. Twain
Storm~ I woke up on a beach which was sort of odd for my dreams, (it was funny how the sand was actually made up of tiny ground up shells). There were other kids about my age around me also getting up. Then above me stood the most gorgeous boy ever. His flaming hair blotted out the sun and his green eyes were mischievous and promised fun. A pretty girl with green eyes and blonde hair high fived the boy and asked if he was Peter Pan. Peter Pan?! What! The boy flew into the air with a little person on his side. It really was Peter Pan. Another boy with curly hair greeted me and I blushed. Someone was talking about Peter Pan in the movies. "Did you know that Peter Pan has been made into at least 3 movies and even a TV show?" I quipped. All eyes turned on me, including Peter's. "Hi Storm! I'm Peter and welcome to Neverland" He knew my name!! Fangirl time. "What's a TV and movie? And show?" Peter's eyes narrowed as he asked. "Who cares?!" The blonde girl laughed and shook a mane of hair. "We're in Neverland!"
"You may not be educated well in the areas of etiquette and the like as a princess, but you do throw some bashing good parties!" Not all princesses are pink sparkles. Exhibit A
"Ahh what a wonderful dream" I thought as i ran my fingers through the hot sand, "Wait what sand?". I looked up and to my surprise I was on a beach with six other kids and a strange boy was floating over us. "Where are we?" I asked looking at the boy who then appeared right behind us and said with a jolly voice "Neverland, you're here in Neverland". "What no way this guy is so messing with our heads, soon he will be saying that Tinkerbell exists" but my thoughts were interrupted as I began to here bell like noise and a shining little creature floated before me. "No way, this is a dream right? Am I really in Neverland and do Peter Pan and Tinkerbell really exists? I had to believe it.
Where adventures are made and hero's are born. Where villians are slain and friendships live on.
Peter Pan I gave them some time to look around; at the beach, the lagoon, and Skull Rock off in the distance. Most wondered aloud if they were really in Neverland, but Storm was saying excidedly, "It's really Peter Pan!"
I chattered to the mermaids that I knew were underwater in the Lagoon. The clicks were the hardest, but I managed to ask Teacher to come up. I watched as the new Lost Boys' faces erupted in smiles as Teacher drug herself up on a rock, chittering excidedly to me. Storm and a few others said in wonder, "A mermaid!"
I told them, "That's Teacher, the leader of the mermaids. She watches the Island while I'm away."
I flew over to her on the rock outcropping. She was chittering jealously, asking why I had brought girls of all things to Neverland. I calmed her down, chattering, "Did anything happen while I was away?"
She nodded, still glaring at the others watching from the beach. "Hook sent a dingy by, trying to catch you. And I heard Smee talking about trying to capture some natives to get them to talk about your hideout."
I could feel the grin disappear and I flew back to the beach. I stopped next to each of them and blew Pixie Dust off my hand. They all laughed as they were lifted into the air. I called over my shoulder, "Follow me!" They flapped their arms through the air as we flew, towards Hangman's Tree. I kept close towards the tops of the trees, so that Hook wouldn't be able to see me flying. I heard the twittering of the Mollusk scouts from the trees, for once, and the roar of Mr. Grin somewhere below. I veered into the jungle that surrounded Hangman's Tree, landing on a wide branch and surveying the area for pirates, my dagger drawn.
Open the gates and seize the day! Don't be afraid and don't delay.
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
I flew to the Hangman's Tree and swung on a branch. I smiled and landed on the ground. I stood up and walked inside the tree, bunks, scattered around the place and two tables in the middle of the room. There was a few windows. In the corner there was Tink's place, pretty cute. A leaf was covering the hole that she slept in and a log or stick where she would sit. I winked at Peter and sat down on a log, by the window. "What do we do here?" I asked.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Added Pirate Johnny Black to Lucie's profile, page two!
Lucie Woods
How these people were so calm was driving me crazy. I mean, why aren't they bouncing off the wall, OMGing to the sky?
I mean, were talking a real PETER-FRINKIN'-PAN! Mermaids, for heaven sakes! TINKER BELL. I'm literally bouncing around inside here. I feel like I'm on a thousand monsters, like someone spiked my dreams with sugar plum faries.
Stuff happens, I know, but I'm not paying any attention. I think I push in a few sassy comments in, but I have no idea what I'm saying.
Finally, we come to the tree I recognize as Peter's Home- for one, it looks like the Disney animated version, and by the look on Peter's face, I can just tell. He flies up to his tree and draws his knife. His knife. That's when I remember that there are pirates on this island. I always thought pirates were one of the coolest species of people in the universe- I mean, my Dad was a navy oficer. I've always loved boats, and pirates, but it's never occured to me that they could be dangerous. Guns can kill people- and so can knifes, for that matter. Suddenly, I'm scared.
Immortality as a fifeteen year-old girl may be heaven, but those pirates could hell.
One of the other girls, the pretty almost too perfect blonde, sits down on a log. What is she doing?
"What do we do here?" She asks.
"Fight." I answer, before Peter can. "And maybe sleep." I grab a stick. I may've always admired pirates, but anyone stepping near my ability to be a kid forever, would get a stick to the head. "Lucie Woods, ready to go!" I chirp.
I have loved the words and I have hated them. I only hope I have made them right.
"Lucie Woods, ready to go!" A girl obviously named Lucie said seeming a bit too happy to be fighting men from age 30 onward while we were just a bunch of kids. Hangman's Tree was a dream though. Everything was like the Disney movie. The tunnels and Peter's place...Peter. I clutched at my book in vain to get a hold on my emotions. Why did he make me feel this way? I looked around furtively making sure no one noticed my deep blush. Unfortunately the bold blonde one, Rayah, noticed it. She sauntered up to me making me feel shy and insignificant. "Hi I'm Rayah! Who are you?" She smiled and instantly I felt better. "Storm." I whispered. "Geez you're quiet! You need to speak up! That's a nice name though, doesn't really suit you." I guess I did look meek. "Sorry, I'm a bit shy." I started to talk louder. "Most people in the world suffer from some sort of shyness." "That's okay, I'm not shy at all. Want to be friends?" She smiled at me. "Sure!" Then Rayah really started talking. We were gabbering about God knows what until Peter interrupted us with his crow cry. "Lost Boys! Assemble!"
"You may not be educated well in the areas of etiquette and the like as a princess, but you do throw some bashing good parties!" Not all princesses are pink sparkles. Exhibit A
I was glad I am friends with someone. Storm seems like a nice girlie. I lined up in front of Peter. He winked at me and kept walking down the line. He stopped at storm and I think she stopped breathing. "H-Hi Peter..." She studdered. She looked like she was about to faint. I smiled and winked at her.
Keep it smooth Storm, you can do it.
"Hello, Storm." He smiled.
Her face was turning redish. Oh no. I shouted. "Hey Peter, Can we move on?" I smiled at Storm.Your welcome.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Hey question Peter!" I shouted as I ran to where the everyone was assembling."Why are we the lost boys? I mean your original group was called that but there were only guys there but there are some pretty girls here that I'm sure wouldn't want to be called boys." I winked at the girl closest to me and she giggled and turned away. "How about the Lost Kids or the Never Kids or Peter Pan's Band of Wandering rascals?" I smile at everyone in the group, "What do you think Peter?"
“A child of five could understand this. Fetch me a child of five.”- Groucho Marx
If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure."-J. Danforth Quayle
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it- M. Twain
