I am off to Neverland for the night.
Yes, I know, Wendy, it is much past your bedtime.
I am off to Neverland for the night.
Yes, I know, Wendy, it is much past your bedtime.
Tinker Bell nodded and lead the way. They quickly hid behind a bush next to the river.
They could hear the pirates laughing and Hook and another pirate were moving across the dock and getting into a dinghy attached to the side of the ship.
Tink pointed to Hook and told Wendy, “Let’s follow him.”
The dinghy was lowered into the river and the pirate began to row Hook towards the cave.
"I think you were right Wendy. I think Peter and the Lost Boys are in there," Tink said.
The two of them followed Hook in his dinghy, making sure that they stayed hidden.
They reached the side of the mouth of the cave and waited a few moments before Tink gave Wendy some more dust to help her fly better.
They both flew silently into the cave and hid behind a rock. Tink peeked out from behind it and to her relief and horror, they found the lost boys and Peter. They were all tied up and gagged and Tink could hear their muffled yelling.
Tink wanted to fly out right then and there and free them, but there were armed pirates everywhere. Even someone as small as her would be spotted.
"Here we are again boys. Only this time, there is no one to save you," said Hook.
The boys shouted muffled responses.
Hook snickered and rubbed his hook.
"You’re forgetting Tinker Bell!" Slightly said. He managed to shake his gag off.
The boys nodded in response.
"Why does everyone think that a simple fairy can take a crew full of pirates?" Hook asked.
Tink felt herself grow red. She’d show him. And besides, she wasn’t alone. She had Wendy with her.
Tink looked at Wendy who looked a bit scared. Tink touched Wendy’s hand and gave her a small smile.
Noticing Tinker Bell’s anger from Captain Hook’s comment, Wendy also began to grow a bit angry. A fairy and a girl could take a pirate any day. As Tink and Wendy’s hands touched, Wendy could feel that they could do this. This was the comfort Wendy needed to know what she needed to do.Then, her anger getting to her, Wendy decided that she would become the distraction so that Tink could free the boys.
"Tink, I am going to distract the pirates. You go save the Lost Boys and Peter," Wendy whispered so quietly that only Tink could possibly have heard her words. Rushing out of her hiding spot, Wendy made the pirates take notice to her.
"Hello, Captain Hook, I dare you say Tinker Bell could not save them!" Wendy declared, flying above the pirates. "Tinker Bell is worth a thousand of you pesky pirates!"
"Logical" was far from Bert Alfred’s middle name. Mary considered this as he offered one of his only- if not the only- customers a free scoop of each flavor. She didn’t correct him. Bert was one who enjoyed making gestures for people, and she could never bring herself to take that away from him.
An amused smile grew, watching him do tricks with the scoop, all the while giving her a goofy grin.
Her attention returned to Wendy.
"On the house means free of charge, dear. Do tell me how the cabbage and butter is, I’m quite curious." Her blue eyes blinked back to Bert. "May I have a scoop of the tea flavor please? I insist on paying. I won’t have your pride getting in the way of your making money."
Taking away his opportunity to make a gesture was not something she could do, but stopping him before it was offered was another matter.
"Mary Poppins, payin’ for her own ice cream? I won’ stand for it!" He huffed, once again scooping up her ice cream with the same flourish before offering it out to her. Even in the cool weather, the home made dessert was already getting dribbly. He must have been out for hours before they had showed up. "An’ there we are! ALSO on th’house, whether you like it or not. Your money aint good ‘ere, ma’am." He was grinning as their fingers touched when he offered over the cone.
Carefully, with her glove covered hands, Wendy took a bite of the cabbage and butter ice cream with the spoon. The sensation in her mouth Wendy could not decide was good or bad. It had leafy bits in it, which Wendy supposed was cabbage, but the flavor was overall strange with consistency of it.
"It tastes so odd. It is okay, but I can’t quite tell if I like cabbage and butter ice cream," Wendy commented after she finished her first taste test.
"How did you come up with such a flavor?" Wendy asked as she scooped up another bite into her mouth.
Eilonwy blushed brightly and turned to face the front of the room, avoiding Wendy’s eyes. ”That was.. a tad forward, but yes, I do suppose we have.”
She felt bad for Wendy after her description of Peter. He did not seem to be a pleasant boy, but yet it was obvious that Wendy was smitten. She wished to kiss him! “Oh Wendy, if Peter is so difficult and oblivious, perhaps he is not deserving of your kiss,” Eilonwy softly said as she turned back to her new friend.
"What I mean is, the boy should not be shallow, but very caring about you. Someone who is in love with themselves would have difficulty liking others strongly." Eilonwy wondered how Taran fit into that mold. He was caring enough. Was she?
"Oh no, I don’t think he loves himself or anything of that sort. I am sure of it. He just happens to be very much…" Wendy considered what Peter Pan was for a moment. "He is just never wants to grow up. He does not think like that. That is why he stays in Neverland, you know. He never wants to grow up. He cares for me, I am sure of it. He did take me there after all."
Wanting to move over from the thought of Peter Pan, Wendy decided to address Eilonwy’s friend, Taran. Noticing, Eilonwy’s discomfort from her questions, Wendy tried to remain kind. She had not meant to embarrass her.
"Taran sounds wonderful if he is like you say. Caring and all. What is he like?" Wendy asked, turning to face directly to Eilonwy, looking into her blue eyes. This was always Wendy’s favorite question. The way people’s eye lit up when they talked about someone they loved always brought joy to Wendy’s heart.
Alice could hear more things being shouted to, who she was assuming, her. They sounded still far below her though, or were the above? All this falling and rushing air began to confuse her. 'Nobody can be talking to me from above,' she thought confidently. 'Wendy fell before me…'
Her thoughts were soon interrupted by her feet coming into contact with a bar. Had she stopped falling? Was Wendy already at the bottom waiting for her?
As Wendy glided down, she suddenly felt something solid beneath her feet. Moving her feet around, Wendy smiled for the mere thought of being on the ground and secure.
Thank goodness! For a brief movement I thought I was going to die.
"Alice, I am on the ground! Where are you?" Wendy called. Considering moving from her spot, Wendy decided to remain where she was. Mary Poppins had taught her that she must stay where she was and not run away if she was lost. Shaking her head after being lost in thought, Wendy examined her surroundings.
There was a door on the far side of the room, that was very small. It was framed by a red curtain. In the middle of the room was a table with a vial atop it. It was a curious room and everything seemed quite simple. It was all still, and Wendy could do nothing with herself until she knew where Alice was.
Everything was so calm that Wendy was sure something bad was going to happen. Alice would know what to do, and Wendy remained confident in that fact. An experienced visitor of this strange land would surely help her.
Anna turned and laughed brightly, “Oh! Hello. Er-“
She raised a brow and looked at the girl curiously. She hadn’t seen her in the village before, but of course there were plenty of people she hadn’t met, and with the gates open and all all sorts of new people were coming in and out—
More reason for her to not be lost. She flushed slightly behind her freckles but smiled all the same,
"Oh! No — Er, well, yes. I mean, I ought to know where I’m going but-"
A peddler with a cart of flowers stopped in his passing, and bowed low to Anna, holding out a spring of flowers, “Good morning, Princess!”
"Uhm-" Anna flushed only further, and smiled, curtsying clumsily, "Good morning! Oh! Thank you—?" The spring was thrust into her hands as the peddler hurried off to inform others of his meeting. Anna’s brow rose as she glanced from the flowers to Wendy, and asked carefully,
"Dooo you want these? I mean, they’re nice- But I have plenty, really!"
Wendy had no idea who was in front of her, but now it seemed apparent that Wendy had come across the Princess of Arendelle. Retreating into the shell of her dress, Wendy did a small curtsy, or at least the best one she knew how to do.
"I am so sorry, I meant no disrespect. I have never met a Princess before," Wendy replied, trying to be formal.
I guess meeting someone new worked out for the better?
"Oh no, I could not take your flowers," Wendy stated. "They would die before they ever got into my room. If you do not want my help, I will understand. You probably already know your way around the streets! You are the princess of course."
Rambling on a bit, Wendy hoped she had not insulted the Princess. That would be bad.
Mine as well consider myself online.
Mary Poppins & Bert
So sorry I had to go so soon! I will respond to all of my little darlings soon. I though I would have longer to write.
Bert and Mary
"Hook," Tink sneered and she tugged Wendy’s dress and pulled her behind the trees.
Wendy followed obediently.
Tink and Wendy rushed through the forest then finally the Jolly Roger came into view.
The pirates were laughing on board, but Tink couldn’t see anything. She turned to Wendy and told her to stay there for just a moment while Tink checked it out.
Tinker Bell quickly flew over to the ship and hid behind a sail. She saw pirates dancing on the deck. Then she saw Hook smiling to himself.
Tink narrowed her eyes then flew back over to Wendy. She tried to act out everything she saw.
But she didn’t see Peter or the Lost Boys.
Tink’s sporadic movements of the reenactment of what Wendy supposed was going on with Captain Hook aboard the Jolly Roger were quite good. The only disappointment was that there as no sign of Peter Pan or The Lost Boys.
"Tinker Bell, what should we do?" Wendy asked, full of anticipation, but perhaps with a twinge of fear. Lifting her head of above the brush, Wendy examined the pirates from afar. "We should sneak around over there and see if we can hear anything. Maybe they put Peter Pan and Lost Boys in the cave over there."
Quietly, Wendy sneaked through the brush and over towards the glowing lanterns. Turning her head behind her, Wendy looked at the fairy in the eyes.
"Let’s go, Tink. If we don’t go now, when will we?"
Olaf gasped with excitement, looking up at the girl. “There’s another snowman called Frosty?” His attention now fully directed towards the girl he asked. “Do you know him? Can you introduce me? I have never seen any other snowman other than Marshmallow and he can’t talk! Well he can talk but only in short sentences!” He smiled thinking of the short and brief conversations that he had, had with the giant snowman.
He nodded, waving his hand. “I’ll be fine!” He pointed up to the small cloud on his head. “I have my own personal flurry and it follows me around everywhere I go!” He looked up at the cloud that began to spew out snow. “See!? Now I can go anywhere I want! And enjoy the summer!” Olaf twirled once under his flurry. He giggled as he turned to face the girl.
"Frosty is a thing of legend. In London, you always hear stories of him all the time. They said he had a cornbob pipe, a button nose and two eyes made out of coal! He said Happy Birthday sometimes as well. He must of been a kind soul. I like you quite well though too. You seem just as nice as Frosty would ever be," Wendy explained, her tone filled with excitement.
"That is a wonderful little thing," Wendy claimed, examining the cloud. "How did you get it?" After asking the question Wendy could only think it was ridiculous to ask.
A talking snowman with his own personal flurry? Why would you ask such a question? It is obviously magic.
"I mean, what magic made you?" Wendy rephrased her question in the hopes of sounding less stupid, though she doubted the jolly snowman would mind.
Who I owe:
Frosty Holiday || Mary and Bert
If It Wasn’t For This Girl || Eilonwy
Woodland Wonderland || Alice
Day Planner || Anna
We Have To Work Together || Tinker Bell
Do What Frozen Things Do || Olaf
I am willing to start threads if anyone would like to! :)
"I have only just met you, no offense." Eilonwy tried to smooth over.
Eilonwy laughed rather bitterly at the question, and then shook her head. “Well, there’s not much for me to do because there isn’t much free time! All I have are lessons, lessons, and lessons! Most days my brain cannot contain it all.”
She sighed and then smiled a bit, realizing Wendy wouldn’t enjoy her company much if she acted so. “But, when I do escape, I spend time with my dear friend, Taran. We quite like adventuring together.” Although Eilonwy was certain that she would enjoy the new freer lifestyle that this school would give her, she would miss him so.
Ignoring her first comment, Wendy listened to her response.
"Have you shared your first kiss?" Wendy asked curiously, remembering her mother’s words of every girl having a hidden kiss on their lips.
I once tried to give Peter my kiss…
"I have never given a boy mine," Wendy sighed. "Peter is difficult and oblivious boy. I am sure the term my mother would use is called shallow."
And even if I tried to give him my kiss, I am sure Tinker Bell would get in the way, though we are on better terms now.
Wendy’s curiousness was now turned on by the thought of Eilonwy having someone like Peter in her life. Having a Peter in one’s life was always a perk to Wendy and gave them more interest. Peter Pan was a special one, and Wendy was sure that Taran was just the same to Eilonwy. A dear friend indeed!