"Because she brought you here. She couldn’t save Peter on her own. But dear Wendy, she did succeed in freeing Peter and the Lost Boys. However, they were too late to save her," Hook said and dropped the wings and they floated down onto the rotting wood.
"Now Wendy, how long do you think it will take for Peter to save you? We’ll be ready for him," said Hook and he smiled devilishly and walked up the stairs. He walked up to a crew member and gave him orders, "Get the net canon ready. And bring Wendy above decks and tie her to the base of the mast."
Tinker Bell was sitting on her bed, which was a mushroom and holding her side. She gave Peter and the lost boys a small smile.
"I’m feeling better, just a bit sore. Peter, you have to go and save Wendy. Who knows what Hook’s doing to her," she said.
"I need you to come with me Tink," said Peter.
"I don’t know if I can," said Tink.
"But you said you were feeling better," said Cubby.
Tink slid off of her bed and slowly stood. It was true that she was still sore.
"I’ll go with, but I can’t fight," said Tink.
Peter nodded. He held his hand out and Tink climbed onto it. He put her onto his shoulder.
"Slightly, Tink’s pixie dust bag is in there, distribute it to everyone," commanded Peter.
Slightly did as he was told and all of the Lost Boys began to fly.
"Let’s go, Wendy needs us," said Peter.
The Lost boys cheered then they all flew out of the secret hideout and off towards Hook’s ship.
Wendy turned away as the Captain he spoke.
No, it simply can’t be! Tinker Bell could live! Tinker Bell could live with out her wings. I believe she can! Oh, I do. I do believe in Tinker Bell. If there was one thing I believe in right now it is Tinker Bell.
The crew man nodded to the Captain as he took Wendy and led her to the mast. The stair creaked in its own orchestra as she went up and continued with its bass as she went across the deck. Assembling herself with her back against the mast pole, the pirate tied her to the pole. Wendy arched her neck, not daring to look at her captor in the eyes.
Peter will come for me, I know he will. If he and the Lost Boys are free, I am certain they will come for me.
A tear fell down Wendy’s cheek as the thoughts of Peter Pan and the Lost Boys circled her mind, and most importantly Tinker Bell’s fate. Wendy was hopeful that Tinker Bell might miraculously be okay, but Wendy could never be certain about things like this. The girl was helpless to wipe the tear, and instead it dried on her cheek.
"Peter Pan, you better be coming for me…" Wendy whispered so softly it was barely audible to her.