Neverland Adventures: The End of Time

[Kuuroinochou]

NEVERLAND ADVENTURES
The End Of Time
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"Second to the right and straight on til morning..." The voice was proud and melodic filled with a tinkle of laughter that only a child could portray. Yet the figure that stood atop Neverpeak Mountain was anything but a child. It was often said that anyone that stood atop said mountains could see beyond belief... if only one knew what to believe.

Lamoriserrie a young woman who had appeared atop the peaks this strange autumn morning looked out along the vast Neverland. It had been a world where summer never ends, where children laughed and played without a care in the world and yet as she watched, slowly the Eternal Summer was being pushed back, aged even. The leaves that were once vibrant with green were slowly withering away some remained and turned to a deep gold, brown or even orange. It was no less beautiful then the Eternal Summer but what did it mean?

Still she remained and turned her attention to the Neverwoods. There she would find the boy who could create miracles. Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, they were legendary in Neverland, known to be able to do just about anything but it wasn't the Lost Boys she was after, no it was the one called Pan. He had something that she'd been after for a while, if only she could acquire it. A marginal smirk came to her lips as she had realized that with the end of the eternal summer brought an opporitunity that would most assuredly allow her access to which she desired the most. "Pan watch out... Lamoriserrie the Pirate Queen comes for you." It was a self proclaimed title but she didn't care the laughter that followed said proclamation could be heard from the very peaks and possibly beyond.

As the winds picked up a chilled air sweeped across Neverland sending autumn leaves sprinkling across the vast dream land. "Ready or not here I come." she proclaimed and soon the figure had vanished from the peaks althogether.

 

[ceedabear]

Tink shivered as the chill breeze rolled its way across the once lush Neverland Island. The changing, brittle leaves rustled softly and many of them began to shower down to the Neverwoods floor. Burying further under the warm sock that Peter had given her many years ago to use as a blanket, the golden eyed pixie attempted to ignore the early morning hour, but something wasn't right. Tossing and turning in discomfort, she finally gave up, sitting up with a frustrated groan. It was then that she heard it, the laughter echoing on the wind and spreading across the sleeping land. A frown marred the pretty little pixie's face as she shoved her thick red hair out of her eyes. Glancing around her small clock apartment, she waited silently for a few moments, but could only hear the rustling of the leaves and a few snores from some of the nearby Lost Boys. Shrugging to herself, she stretched her tiny arms and fluffed her dark butterfly wings. Rising from her bed, she smoothed her hands over her tight clothes as she walked over to the clock face and looked out over the sleeping Neverland, shivering again as another cool autumn breeze blew past.

Autumn. It was that strange thought that made her wake fully. Glancing around at the reds, golds and browns of autumn, Tink felt her heart stop. This wasn't right. This was a land of neverending summer. Autumn was a foreign season meant only for the worlds beyond where children grew up and forgot the magic of childhood dreams and imagination. Hugging her arms tightly around herself as another cool breeze blew past, rocking her small home that hung from a high branch of the tree that sat above the entrance to the home underground. With her frown deepening, she fluttered her wings and jumped from her small home. Glancing around, she hovered breifly as she looked around once more in slight amazement, then quickly dove down to where Peter was sleeping peacefully unaware of the changes.

Landing on his pillow, she blinked at the changes in his features. His once youthful face had grown into that of a young man's and she couldn't understand how. The land was never supposed to age and neither were the children within it, but it seemed that it had and overnight no less. Pulling herself out of her slightly shock, she walked closer to him, relishing slightly the warmth of his slow breath as it curled itself around her in the cool morning air. Placing a small hand on his cheek a small smile crept over her lips. Despite the slight fear she felt with the sudden changing of the land, she had to admit, this new face suited Peter very well.

"Peter, wake up! I'm cold and there's something wrong here," she said with urgency as she reached out to tug on his unkempt blonde hair.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Stretching limbs above her head, Lam made her way down the peak toward her waiting ship The Siren's Song. The morning was chrisp this morning leaving no room to be running around without her coat. A coat she had acquired long ago from 'THE' pirate himself... good ole Captain James Hook. It had been a famed treasure she had managed off of him and without his knowing it. She smirked as she slipped past the small woodland area which broke out into a clearing...

In this clearing were a group of young women all huddled close together in front of a small fire. In the distance was a decent ship, probably not as spectacular as most but it served its purpose well enough.

Lam watched the women sleep for a moment longer before an idea had come to mind. She snickered mirthfully and stood back behind the bark of a tree. Cupping her hands along side her mouth she let out an impressive wolf's howl which would sound awfully close to the girls sleeping. As expected the howl spooked one of them straight awake to which she looked around frantically. Another howl got her on her feet and quickly scattered to wake the others.

As they each were rudely awakened not convinced of a wolf being nearby, Lam made yet another howl and soon the women were on their feet ready for battle. Each one rushing for their perspective weapons or anything that could be used thusly.

As they fumbled around it was then they noticed something strangely different about themselves. "AHHHHHH!" the yell was loud and came from each one as they realized their new status as no longer children but women grown. "Ladies..." came Lam's soothing voice as she sauntered into the clearing a mirthful smirk to her lips.

"Did you do this?" One inquired assuming that Lam had cast a spell on them.

Lam only chuckled but shook her head. "I did not. But I may have had a part in it... you never know." she said evasively as she cupped her hands and howled. It was then they realized she'd been the wolf but what of their current appearance?

"Lam is this really necessary why are we like this?"

"Because Neverland is in turmoil..." she said simply coming over to the fire she tossed some more wood into it bringing it back to life. It staved off the morning chill for now. "Do you not see the trees... the eternal summer is at last over." This was somewhat suspicious as her words seemed as if she wanted such an occurance to happen. The other girls looked to her quizzically but said nothing for now. "Quickly ladies lets clear the area and make way for the ship. I have to make a house call shortly." She smiled mischievously as she walked passed the others toward the waiting ship.

When the camp had been cleaned away the girls had hurried to the ship least their captain take off without them. Even so she waited, and smiled to herself as she watched the girls get the ship underway. Within moments they were pushing off from the shores of Neverpeak Mountain their destination ... Neverwood.

 

[Tarakin]

Bartholomew Quigley Smeethington - Smee

Smee woke up by a cold gust of wind blowing right in his face. He yawned and climbed out of his hammock, scratching his back. Another wonderful day in a pirate's glorious life, he thought. If it could just begin a bit later, maybe right after the fighting and just before the looting...

Smee yawned again. He put some water in his face by habit, then eyed the bucket again and shrugged. It wasn't christmas yet, but he felt the urge to wash more completly this time. So he emptied the bucket above him and even used some soap, taking the bucket of his sleeping neighbor to get rid of the soap again. Then, still half asleep, Smee went to the hook on the wall to fetch his clothes. Again he hesitated. No, his old clothes didn't seem right today. Something more fashioned, he thought...

Smee went to his sea chest and digged very deep, were a very fashioned creamy set of clothes from an old raid laid unused. He fetched it and was delighted. That was what he wanted to wear today. He yawned again, then put on the trousers. Taking the shirt in his hand, he remembered that it hadn't fitted the last time he tried - he had been way to fat for this, as the Captain had put it. Too bad...

But then a thought occured to him. The trousers hadn't fitted also - but now they did... Sleep went completly now and his fussed mind cleared. He looked slowly down. He wasn't fat - the opposite was true! He had lost lots of weight over night! How could that have happened? He had read about that in an ad in a looted magazine from the "real world" - some fantasy setting with industries and students and other ridiculous things - but hadn't believed it a moment. "Our medicine will let you loose your weight while sleeping!" Could that be true? But - he hadn't taken medicine, except for lots of wine of course, which he did often enough, but usually with effects on his head, not his body.

Another thought hit him. Why had he wanted to wash himself? With soap? That was most unusal! And new clothing? And where had the cold wind come from? It was never cold in Neverland!

"Captain!" he yelled. "Captain! Captain Hook!!!"

 

[RedMageNeko]

Tink shivered as the chill breeze rolled its way across the once lush Neverland Island. The changing, brittle leaves rustled softly and many of them began to shower down to the Neverwoods floor. Burying further under the warm sock that Peter had given her many years ago to use as a blanket, the golden eyed pixie attempted to ignore the early morning hour, but something wasn't right. Tossing and turning in discomfort, she finally gave up, sitting up with a frustrated groan. It was then that she heard it, the laughter echoing on the wind and spreading across the sleeping land. A frown marred the pretty little pixie's face as she shoved her thick red hair out of her eyes. Glancing around her small clock apartment, she waited silently for a few moments, but could only hear the rustling of the leaves and a few snores from some of the nearby Lost Boys. Shrugging to herself, she stretched her tiny arms and fluffed her dark butterfly wings. Rising from her bed, she smoothed her hands over her tight clothes as she walked over to the clock face and looked out over the sleeping Neverland, shivering again as another cool autumn breeze blew past.

Autumn. It was that strange thought that made her wake fully. Glancing around at the reds, golds and browns of autumn, Tink felt her heart stop. This wasn't right. This was a land of neverending summer. Autumn was a foreign season meant only for the worlds beyond where children grew up and forgot the magic of childhood dreams and imagination. Hugging her arms tightly around herself as another cool breeze blew past, rocking her small home that hung from a high branch of the tree that sat above the entrance to the home underground. With her frown deepening, she fluttered her wings and jumped from her small home. Glancing around, she hovered breifly as she looked around once more in slight amazement, then quickly dove down to where Peter was sleeping peacefully unaware of the changes.

Landing on his pillow, she blinked at the changes in his features. His once youthful face had grown into that of a young man's and she couldn't understand how. The land was never supposed to age and neither were the children within it, but it seemed that it had and overnight no less. Pulling herself out of her slightly shock, she walked closer to him, relishing slightly the warmth of his slow breath as it curled itself around her in the cool morning air. Placing a small hand on his cheek a small smile crept over her lips. Despite the slight fear she felt with the sudden changing of the land, she had to admit, this new face suited Peter very well.

"Peter, wake up! I'm cold and there's something wrong here," she said with urgency as she reached out to tug on his unkempt blonde hair.

Grumbling in his sleep, Peter waved his hand, shooing Tink away, his voice a half asleep mumble. "Its never cold Tink. Go back to sleep."

Rolling over in his bed, he shifted on his simple mat, frowning as he realized something. His feet were cold. They never got cold. Raising up, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, muttering. If the boys had played a prank on him again, they were all getting a thumping like they'd never felt.

Looking down and seeing his feet jutting out from under the covers, he frowned. Had his blanket shrunk in his sleep? Had one of the boys switched blankets with him?

Sitting up, he yawned, slipping off his ever present cap to ruffle his dirty hair, pulling a twig that had been stuck in there for who knew how long out and tossing it to the ground.

Looking at the ground, he saw his shadow gesturing frantically, waving his arms up and down. Frowning, he studied the shadow. "What's with you? You lose another size contest with the trees shadows?"

Slapping a palm to its forehead, the shadow pointed towards the wall. Cocking his head to one side, Peter frowned, following the finger.

And stared right at a strange face.

"GAH!!!!"

Suddenly wide awake, he stumbled back, reaching for the raiper he had "borrowed" from Hook a long, long time ago, further back then he could remember. Blinking, he studied the face. Why was it wearing his hat?

Quickly he realized he was looking into a mirror. Eyes widdening, he went closer, reaching up and poking his face as he looked into the mirror. It had grown more rugged, thinner. For a moment he thought he was looking at an adults face, but it wasn't that either. It was somewhere between the two.

Looking down, he saw he had grown as well. He was taller, more .... well, more muscular, more filled out then he had been. Frowning deeper, he looked at the fluttering Tink. "Tink .... what .... what's going on? Are you playing one of your tricks on me again?"

 

[Ahren1]

"Only you would be so foolish to think that fairy of yours could play such a trick." A familiar, crass voice echoed into Pan's room, though it held a deeper quality than before. The figure stood briefly shrouded by shade, his arms crossed over his now very built bare chest. After a few tense moments, the tousled, ivory haired Rufio stepped into the dim light that shined into the small hollow livingspace, revealing his own changes to his companions, proving it was not only Peter who had undergone some unexpected changes during the night.

--

Minutes ago, Rufio had woken, not in his room but atop a tall Neverwood tree, sprawled across a branch in a position most would find rather uncomfortable, and impossible to sleep in, but he was able to accomplish it without any second thought. Discomfort from the cold air wasn't what had woken him this day, but the sense, no.. the knowledge that something wasn't right. The air was not meant to be cold, and as he glanced around him to the golden leaves, it was apparent more than the air had changed. It was when he swung down from the tree and ventured into the Home Underground. He decided to check on the boys that the most significant of the changes had hit him.

He had swiftly approached where Toodles rested, and before he could wake him, realized that no longer a child slept there. His mind jumbled with strange thoughts, wondering at first just who that was, but the clothing, the hair, everything about the young man was Toodles, just older... Older? Cold air and autumn leaves were one thing, but to grow older in Neverland... That was something Rufio found nearly impossible to believe. But believe it he had to, as he rushed to his own room and checked the mirror. His own reflection was proof. His once youthful appearance was now replaced with the maturity of... an adult, at least a younger adult. Something a bit odd came after, as if odd was not enough to already describe the situation, a smile crept across Rufio's thinned, sculpted face. He liked this look. It wasn't only a chance to his face, but his body as well. His absence of a shirt revealing his now muscled chest and abdomen, and of course much stronger shoulders and forearms.

Still, regardless of how pleasant the changes may be in his own eyes, it still signified something very important, that Neverland was in disarray. Something was wrong and if they had grown so quickly in one night, who knew what would happen the next? Surely, Pan wouldn't be pleased with this, and attempt to do something stupid like scare all the other boys into thinking something terrible was happening before they truly knew. So quietly, Rufio continued to let the other boys rest, deciding not to disturb them prematurely, as he headed to Pan's room, finding him already awake with Tink and appropriately very confused.

--

"Summer has passed..." Rufio glanced back out with a whisper before turning back to Peter with sort of a scowl. "So stop sitting around like a lump. I'm going to investigate this with or without you."

Rufio turned almost immediately and journeyed back up to the woods, swiftly ascending one of the trees and gazing out into the morning glow. Just who or what was responsible for this, and what was the purpose? Better yet, what would be the result?

 

[RedMageNeko]

Scowling at Rufio, Pan quickly slipped his hat back on, flying out after the other boy, floating beside him in mid air. "Your lucky we have more important things to worry about then your mouth Rufio."

He liked the boy, but he didn't like the way he ran his mouth. Pan was the leader despite what he may like to think and he wouldn't tolerate anyone saying otherwise.

Drifting away a bit, he looked out at the trees, looking at the gold and brown leaves. "....... How can the summer be ending? Its never ended before. Its been summer longer then I remember."

 

[poohlive]

He had awoken, like every other morning, with the sadness still in his heart. It plunged at him, fresh cold water down from a mountain stream, freezing everything he touched. For a time he lay there, awake, burdening another day with himself. If only he could burden it as someone else.

Perhaps today wouldn't be so bad if he were merely Second mate Jame Hook.

The day arose, however, and sunlight crashed into his quarters after a time. He looked upon that dreadful sun as some powerful enemy, before getting up. He had to get dressed. The finest of his old ratty clothing, only the best captain's hat.

He saw Smee coming in, yelling, screaming, but Hook paid no bother.

"I need water, Smee," He said, for a morning bath. Good warm water and soap. The life of a pirate did not need to be all sorts of smells and unearthly scratching.

With a hook for a hand, scratching had become very dangerous indeed. He glanced down at it, his right hand now immortalized as a large silver hook. Some giant fishing lure meant to nab only the deepest and darkest of sea monsters. He still felt his hand at times, ghost traces of nerve endings, wanting to move digits and the need to feel his rough unshaven face if only for a moment.

Smee continued to argue his case, without water or soap.

"Smee, can't you see I need water? Soap? I can not start my day off like this, Smee. I have regiment, I have discipline. Would you come to interrupt my entire life here on..."

He glanced up, something had caught his eye out of the window. Something red. Should it be red? He opened the window, leaning out, watching as the words Smee told him began to dawn on him.

He picked up his scope, glancing at the Neverwood.

"Those leaves are red," He spoke, softly to his own ears, inteligent conversation so hard to find these days.

"Smee, what is the meaning of this? Is Pan painting the trees now?" What a dastardly trick. He would get Pan for this.

 

[ceedabear]

Tink gave a frustrated groan as Pan's hand predictably swatted at her and she quickly jumped out of the way.
"Peter, you have to listen to me," she insisted as she hovered a little ways away from him, well out of range of swinging hands. When he finally sat up and noticed that his shadow was trying to tell him the same thing she was. His reaction was expected, but she rolled her eyes as he pulled his rapier on his reflection and quickly followed him.

"Of course not Peter," she replied, lighting on his shoulder and holding onto his hair for balance, then looking to Rufio as he spoke up. She had to blink as she nearly did not recognize the youth. So Peter was not the only one to be affected. Again she felt her heart sink. Things couldn't end this way, she thought as she fluttered off of Peter's shoulder to watch both boys take off to investigate the severity of the changes. Looking to the mirror, she watched her reflection for a few moments before taking off after them.

"It has been summer since you dreamed of this place Peter," she said softly as she looked around. The rich colors of autumn were beautiful to be sure, but she had only ever enjoyed them in passing when she and Peter had ventured beyond the lands of Neverland. "That means only one thing," she said distantly, pulling in on herself as another cool breeze rolled past tugging at her long hair and skirt. "It's been removed. It has to have been," she continued on more to herself than the two boys... well... young men. She had heard of something in fairy lore that held time forever frozen in summer. But for the life of her, she could not remember the full story. It had seemed terribly inconsequential at the time and therefore, she couldn't have cared less really. Now she was really wishing she had paid more attention.

 

[RedMageNeko]

Seeing the tiny fairy shiver, Peter did what he always did when she got caught in the wind. Reaching out, gripping her gently (for even the ever young Pan knew that if he wasn't careful, he could very well crush his tiny fairy friend.), he shielded her from the wind with his hand as he slipped her into the brim of his cap, giving her a perch to sit on without having to worry about a strong gust of wind ... unless his hat got blown off of course.

"It has been summer since you dreamed of this place Peter,"

Sitting cross legged in the air, the young man (How he hated the sound of that. Young man ... just one step away from being a grown-up.) nodded gently, folding his arms over his chest. "Because summer is the best time for adventure. Everyone knows that. Its that much harder to explore and fight when your forced into those big, bulky coats."

"That means only one thing," she said distantly, pulling in on herself as another cool breeze rolled past tugging at her long hair and skirt. "It's been removed. It has to have been,"

"Removed? You know what's going on Tink?"

 

[ceedabear]

Tink was grateful for Peter's warm hand as he wrapped it carefully around her. Curling herself up in the brim of his hat, she poked her head over the edge of it and held on tightly. Laughing at his simple reasoning for keeping the land in eternal summer, she glanced over to Rufio perched on his high branch and shrugged at Peter's question, though she knew he could not see her.

"Well, not exactly. I remember stories. There is a story of a thing that was put into place to stop these lands from aging and everyone within them. But... I really can't remember much of it. I thought it was just a silly fairy tale," she smirked slightly, peering over the edge of his cap to look down at his maturing face. "But it must be real. It is the only reason for this to happen."

 

[RedMageNeko]

Peter couldn't help but smile a little at Tink when she mentioned that she thought it had been "just a silly fairy tale". "Tink, aren't ALL the stories you fairies tell fairy tales?"

Put his mind quickly went to this "thing" she had spoken about. If it was moved, it would make them grow old? ..... Certainly sounded like something here. Really, it made since to him despite the fact that any older mind would scoff at the idea. .... Of course, an older mind would scoff at him flying to. "... So if we put this .... "thing" back, we'd stop this?"

Peter would never admit it, not even to Rufio or Tink, but .... the thought of growing up, of never flying or going on an adventure again ... it was a chilling thought, one he dared not contemplate. No, he wouldn't grow up. If he did, he would have to leave all of this behind.

"Who else would know the story Tink? .... And you think Hook was the one who took the "thing"?"

He didn't think even Hook would try and change Neverland, but it WOULD make for a good adventure if he did. And he did enjoy fighting the pirate. If nothing else, he always made it fun.

 

[Ahren1]

edit: aughhh I hate when people post when i'm writing. Just say this came before Pan's last post please. >.>

Rufio only scoffed at Peter's reply. Pan didn't like being talked back to, which was understandable if he was fit to be the leader. Rufio often wasn't sure of that, though he did seem to have a charisma the other boys latched onto. Perhaps that was a quality that indicated leadership in a much more potent way than simple strength. Still, debating mentally who the leader was didn't matter right now. Pan was right about one thing, they had bigger problems now, though it did depend on who you asked. Some people might not consider this change all bad...

Rufio glanced down at his hands and muscular arms as Tinkerbell continued to speak, to which he paid less attention to her words than to her appearance. She was cute, for a fairy.. He wondered why he hadn't noticed it before, but quickly shrugged it off. "Silly sounding or not, something is wrong and your story is the only thing we have to go on so far... but I wonder..." Rufio trailed off, looking to the sunrise for a few long moments before glancing back to Pan and Tink. "Do you think he could have had something to do with this?" They would very well know the devilish individual he spoke of. The name he often refused to even utter.

 

[ceedabear]

Tink laughed at Peter's deduction and again shrugged her tiny shoulders.
"True I suppose," she smiled and turned her golden eyes over to Rufio. Perhaps it was the fact that she had spent so much of her time amongst young boys, or maybe she in fact was changing as well, but she found herself absorbing the finer points of his maturing features as well. Maturity suited Pan's right hand man well, she thought, then scowled at his suggestion. A suggestion only reinforced by Peter's own thought processes.

"It is a high possibility. He is always after your youth Peter. Yours and the Lost Boys'. But yes. I would imagine that putting the thing back would stop this aging," she replied with a hint of excitement at the prospect of a new adventure to be had. "As for who knows the story, I imagine all pixies do. Perhaps he has found one that has told him about it?" she suggested, glancing over to Rufio as she could only see him properly from her perch in Peter's hat.

 

[RedMageNeko]

Tilting his head lightly to one side, Peter thought about this a moment. Perhaps Hook HAD found another fairy. But fairies were quick, sneaky little creatures (And he meant that thought in the nicest way possible. After all, he had great respect for being quick and sneaky.) and Hook was pretty easy to lead by the nose when you knew how. After all, he'd been playing this little game with him for HOW long?

"Well, the only way to know for sure is to go look, right? If nothing else, it should be fun to have a good fight again."

Removing his cap to look at Tink eye to eye without plucking her out, his ruffled mass of blond hair even worse after wearing it. Studying the tiny fairy, he frowned softly. "You wanna stay Tink? I know you worry about getting caught and locked up again."

If he found Hook HAD found another fairy and locked it into a lamp, he was going to break it on the uptight pirates head. It had been .... rough on Tink when he had done it to her to say the least.

 

[Ahren1]

"Aren't you getting ahead of yourselves?" Rufio interjected sternly. "Let's not talk about a 'thing' until we're sure it even exists, but Pan's right, the only way to find out is to go ourselves."

Of course, that idea was especially appealing to the young fighter, especially now that he had a stronger body, perhaps Captain Hook would be a trivial matter now, as his men often were. Though there was always the possibility that he had been changed in some way as well. If he aged, then he would only be easier to deal with, but if this was his doing, and found a way to work it to his advantage, perhaps he was stonger than ever. Whatever the outcome, another fight did indeed sound like fun.

Rufio ran a strong hand through his hair in thought and as some form of inspection, at least his hair was pretty much the same. He glanced over at Pan and Tink as they had their little moment, something he felt a twinge of jealousy over at times, and strangely now moreso than ever, but he remained silent. That was definately not something he would be admitting anytime soon. He didn't need a fairy, he was strong enough without flight, without magic.

 

[ceedabear]

Tink gave a bit of a squeak in surprise as Pan's head tilted to the side and held on tightly to his cap. Fluttering her wings a little for balance as he removed his cap, she looked up into his big eyes and smiled warmly at his concern.

"Are you kidding?" she asked with a light laugh. "Leave you two to have all the fun without me? I'll be safe as long as I'm with you Peter," she smiled with something short of pure adoration for the young man in her eyes as she searched his face to see if he would be difficult about her going or not. "But perhaps Rufio is right Peter. We shouldn't rush into this with swords drawn. We must find out if he in fact knows anything at all," she said with a small nod of her chin. "If he doesn't have it, then perhaps we will find out who does along the way," she smiled eagerly, rising to her feet and fluttering her wings lazily again to keep her balance as she looked between the two young men for confirmation.

 

[RedMageNeko]

Slipping the cap back onto his head, Peter smiled faintly to himself, stretching a bit as he rose from his sitting position ... on nothing at all. He could always count on Tink and Rufio, despite Tink's size and Rufio's well known dislike for his role as leader.

But really .... Tink's size had never really bothered him. It was just natural to him that he could carry her around, fly with her, or she could become full grown and walk with him. It was just one more thing he didn't want to change about Neverland. And while Rufio could get on his nerves quickly by constantly hinting that he would be the better leader, he knew that he could count on the boy when times got rough.

And if nothing else, he enjoyed giving the boy a good punch now and then when he frustrated him enough.

"Well, if anyone is going to know, SOMEONE at the Harbor should."

Looking at Rufio, frowning at how much the other boy had changed and knowing he was much the same, it made him all the more eager to stop this strange change. He didn't WANT things to change. They were perfect just how they were.

But .... he had to admit this sudden change could help them.

"With how much we changed, it should be easier to sneak around without anyone recognizing us."

 

[Kuuroinochou]

"Give me another!" Came the drunken cry from the red haired woman in the corner of the establishment. She was rosey cheeked and drozzy eyed and only after two straight drinks. The barkeep smirked lightly shaking his head as he fixed another drink and sent it sliding down the bartop toward her.

She caught it with a jerk, swishing the foam and the bubbly substance within around. Getting it on the bartop and herself. "Ah..." taking another long drag she drunk the concoction down burping loadly as she slammed the mug to on the bar. "Give me another!" she called again.

The barkeep looked at her quizzically realizing she wasn't completely in the right frame of mind to be drinking more. "Miss.. I think you had enough."

"Give me another, damnit!" She bellowed waiting for her drink with an incredulous look on her face.

The barkeep sighed not sure he should be doing such but he slide another down the line. She caught it much like before and took it down in the same flow. It went down smooth and another belch could be heard throughout the empty establishment. Being that it was still morning no one could understand why anyone would want to drink so early but the lady had paid her way.

"Another!" She called and by this time, the barkeep wasn't about to make anything.

"You had plenty I'm not making anymore until you sober up."

"Hey! I paid fair and square gimme!"

"NO!" He called sternly.

Lam glared with a drowzy stare as she stood to her feet. Wobbling on rubber legs she walked over to him glaring. "You... you wanna make something of it?" she managed to get out. Soon a pistol was pointed straight at the man, Lam's features still out of it but very much trained on her current actions. "I paid for five rounds I only got four... where is my fifth?" she questioned.

The man held up his hands with a stern look of his own but wasn't about to get shot over such an ordeal. "Fine... this is the last one." He said and quickly made her drink.

She snatched it and drank greedily as the liquid poured down her throat. Another belch and she smiled happily. "Thanks." she said gleefully almost as if she'd only just started drinking. Was she even drunk to begin with?

Walking away with a whsitle and a bounce to her step she headed out of the small tavern onto the docks near the Harbor. There she could see her crew lounging on the Siren's Song. They had not wanted to go into the small township, scared of the atmosphere that it brought. Once she got to the ship she smiled, "Yo! Ladies." They all came to life bouncing up in their place and looking for any instructions she may give them.

"At ease...nothing to report. I think we can stick around for a bit see what happens for now. I didn't get any information on the artifact here either but I'm sure its not too far. Lets stick around see what happens, neh?" The girls nodded going about their previous activities uninterrupted.

"You think he's coming boss lady?"

"Perhaps, the Harbor has a lot of juicy information so he'll come.. if not we'll go to him. Either way, I'll get what I'm after soon enough."

 

[ceedabear]

Tink lounged in the brim of Peter's cap as she and the boys made their way to the small harbour town that had sprung up to accomodate the pirates and their shore needs. Just before they arrived, she fluttered out of her safe transport and changed herself into her human sized form, loosing her long red hair so that it spilled down her back and covered her wings. Smoothing her hands over her tight black dress, she smirked slightly and stepped forward to slip her arms through both Pan's and Rufio's.

"Perhaps we should start at the tavern?" she suggested, looking up between them, having to tilt her head further back than normal so she could see them both properly. "Or at least try to find some pirates to see if they say anything about Hook's new plans," she continued, giving Peter's slightly larger arm a bit of a squeeze. If the aging of Neverland hadn't meant the end of her and her kind, she wasn't so sure she would be so eager to find the cause of the changes to set things right again. As they strolled down the dock arm in arm, a new ship caught her eye. "Hey look," she said, removing her arm from Rufio's to bring the Siren's Song to their attention. At this point, anything new was suspicious as far as she was concerned.

 

[RedMageNeko]

As Tink changed size, something she had done more times then he could count before, Peter found his eyes lingering longer then usual. This confused him. Why was it now he found her so much more fascinating then before?

Shaking his head, removing his distinctive hat and slipping his fingers through his matted hair, he took his mind off of this new, strange development, focusing instead on the task at hand. Feeling her squeeze his arm, he glanced over at Tink and smiled gently. "Yeah. Adults get loose lipped after they've drank."

When Tink pointed out the new ship, he frowned, narrowing his eyes as he studied it. The only ship that usually made harbor here was Hook's. A new ship was strange and a little troubling. ".... Think Hook got himself a second ship? .... Or maybe we have a new challenge to play with."

 

[Ahren1]

The harbor seemed mostly unchanged from Rufio's perspective. All the pirates seemed to be in their normal surly mode of behavior, and thankfully enough they weren't seeming to pay the two young men and their now adult-sized fairy much attention. Of course, Rufio and Pan were giving her enough attention by themselves. Had growing up so quickly affected him more than he had initially thought? Since when did girls, especially ones he had known for such a long time, catch his eye so easily? As the red haired beauty slipped her arm around his, he couldn't help but grumble softly. Now he wasn't sure if this was annoying him or not, and not being sure ended up annoying him. Rufio attempted to unbind his arm from Tink's and made an attempt to observe his surroundings better than the pretty girls for the time being.

"They may get talkative, but I'm not quite sure if I feel like trusting anything a drunken pirate says... Then again, it's not as if we have many other leads..." He began, still gazing around the harbor. It was then he noticed the same ship Tink was about to point out. It definately wasn't Hook's, but he hadn't seen it before.

"That five-fingered freak wouldn't bother with a second ship.. I say we start there..."

 

[ceedabear]

Tink gave a snort of laughter at Rufio's slight against Hook and nodded in agreement.
"That means he'd have to appoint another captain and we all know he wouldn't be wanting to share that title with anyone. Come on then. Let's go get a closer look," she said, suddenly dropping back down to her smaller form so she could fly up over the side of the strange ship. Glancing around, she arched her brow as she noticed that all of the crew seemed to be female. That was a little odd. But was even odder was the strange feeling she got while she hovered over them as they went about entertaining themselves. There was something than met the eye, but she couldn't pinpoint it. It seemed... magical. Flying back to the boys, she landed on Peter's shoulder and sat down, crossing her legs at the knee as she continued to watch the ship.

"They're all women," she informed them with a shrug. "But there's something up there. Something magical. I could feel it," she said, looking up at Peter.

 

[RedMageNeko]

"Magical?"

Frowning, watching the ship from the shadows of an alley, Peter ran a hand through his hair. ".... That rules out most of the adults we know then. None of them understand magic anymore."

And silently, he feared that fate awaited himself as well.

"All women? ... That seems odd. I mean, I'm not a sailor or anything ... though that does sound fun, but I do know that most ships don't even have one woman, much less a whole crew."

Tapping his foot impatently, Peter watched the ship, shifting gently from one foot to the other. "..... Well, we all think that at the very least, that a strange ship is to much of a coincidence, right? And if you sense magic Tink .... maybe they have the .... "thing" on the ship with them."

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Resting comfortably atop the look out tower, Lam remained unaware of her current visitor. She hadn't been awake to feel the magical effectrs of Tinkerbell but was easily awakened when one of her girls called up to her.

"Boss lady!"

Stretching and yawning lightly she looked down from the tower to one of the girls. "What?"

"He's here."

"Hmm... well that didn't take too long." She thought more to herself as she opened the hatch that would lead her to a small pully. Placing one foot on the small wood she held on to the ropes provided and glided down in a swift useful pace. She slowed before gettting to the ground and hopped off the platform toward a pillar at her side. There she stood above her ship in front of the sails which had a picture of a mermaid sitting on an anchor.

"Pan..." she smirked lightly waiting to see what he would do next. Surely a strange new ship with an all female crew would stick out like a sore thumb no less. He would come and soon she would place her chips on the table... Only moments away from yet another impossible treasure.