Peter Punishes the Lost Boys and Tinkerbelle

Peter stood with his hands on his hips, surveying the Lost Boys with a mixture of playful disappointment and amusement. The airship crash had left quite a mess, and the Lost Boys—all guilty parties as far as Peter was concerned—were assembled in front of him, their heads hanging low in exaggerated shame.

“You really did it this time,” Peter said, shaking his head with a dramatic sigh. “Bringing down a flying ship. What were you thinking?”

The Lost Boys fidgeted under Peter’s gaze, though a few of them exchanged grins. Peter might act like he was cross, but everyone knew he wasn’t really mad. This was all part of the game. Punishments in Neverland weren’t meant to be serious.

“Nibs,” Peter said, turning to the boy who Peter imagined had been the ringleader in the airship sabotage, “you’re going to fix the ship. And you’ll make it fly again.”

Nibs straightened, looking more excited than remorseful. “Fix it? I can do that, Peter!”

Peter smirked, shaking his head. “Of course you can. But you’re going to have to do it without any pixie dust.”

There were audible groans from the Lost Boys at that, and Tinkerbelle, who had been floating sulkily nearby, crossed her tiny arms with a scowl.

“What about Tink?” one of the boys piped up, his voice barely containing laughter. “She’s the one who messed with the air currents.”

Peter raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Tink, who was doing her best to look innocent, though her wings were flicking in annoyance.

“Tink?” Peter said, his voice teasing. “You’re on duty for the next two days. No sneaking off, no tricks.”

Tinkerbelle’s expression turned into a full-on scowl, and she shot a tiny spark of light in Peter’s direction, but he simply chuckled. “No use being mad, Tink. You’ll have to stay here and make sure the Lost Boys don’t get into any more trouble.”

The boys groaned again, though a few of them were hiding smiles. Punishment in Peter’s world was always more of a game, and none of them took it too seriously. Wendy, however, watched the scene unfold with a raised brow, arms crossed, clearly unconvinced that Peter was doing enough to teach them a lesson.

Peter glanced at her with a grin. “What? They’ll be fine.”

Wendy didn’t look amused. “You realize they could’ve killed us, right?”

Peter waved it off, laughing. “It’s Neverland, Wendy. No one really dies here.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and gave the Lost Boys a final nod. “You know what to do. I’ll be back later. Don’t make things worse.”

And with that, Peter spun on his heel, motioning for Wendy, John, and Michael to follow him as he headed off into the trees.

The Group’s First Tour of Banyan Tree Island

Peter darted ahead, his feet barely brushing the ground as he led Wendy, John, and Michael deeper into the heart of Banyan Tree Island. The towering banyan trees loomed above them, their thick branches and vines creating a natural canopy that filtered the sunlight into shimmering rays. Michael was already wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open as he took in the sights, while Wendy stayed close to her brothers, casting wary glances at their surroundings.

“This is amazing,” Michael breathed, his eyes darting from one fantastical sight to another. “It’s like a dream.”

Peter spun in midair, flashing Michael a grin. “That’s Neverland for you. Nothing here is boring.”

John, still preoccupied with the airship repairs, glanced around, his mind half elsewhere. “It’s... interesting,” he muttered, but his focus kept returning to the task at hand. He pulled out a small wrench, twirling it in his fingers as if to remind himself what needed to be done. “Do you think we’ll find parts for the ship here?”

Peter shrugged, unimpressed with John’s lack of enthusiasm. “Who cares about the ship? You’re in Neverland! There’s more important stuff to see.”

As they ventured further into the jungle, Peter pointed out various landmarks. “That’s where the Lost Boys hide their treasures,” he said, gesturing to a hidden cave at the base of a massive tree. “And over there is the fairy glade—but we’re not going there today.”

Michael couldn’t contain his excitement. He darted ahead to inspect every new thing, from the brightly colored flowers to the strange creatures that skittered between the trees. Even Wendy, despite her initial wariness, couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the beauty of the island. Giant flowers with petals that shimmered in the sunlight, vines that seemed to pulse with their own internal glow—it was like nothing she had ever seen before.

“Is it always like this?” Wendy asked, her voice tinged with awe despite herself.

Peter smirked. “Always. Time doesn’t really work here. Things just... stay the way they want to.”

Wendy’s brow furrowed, but she didn’t ask more. Michael, meanwhile, had wandered a little too far ahead and was now running toward something new in the distance.

“Look!” he called back, pointing excitedly. “What’s that?”

Wendy’s heart leapt, and she hurried after him, but Peter was quicker, zipping ahead to catch up with Michael. He landed gracefully next to the boy, his expression softening as he looked at what had caught Michael’s attention.

“It’s just a little further,” Peter said with a grin, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on. You’ll like this.”

Peter and Michael Bonding

As they made their way through the forest, Michael could feel the excitement bubbling up inside him. Everything about Neverland was alive—more alive than anything he had ever experienced before. The air felt different, charged with a kind of magic that he couldn’t quite explain. It made his heart race in the best way possible.

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Peter walked beside him, not quite touching the ground, as though he couldn’t be bothered to stay earthbound for long. Michael couldn’t help but glance at Peter every so often, admiring how effortlessly he moved through the jungle. He was fearless, something Michael aspired to be.

“You really live here?” Michael asked, his voice filled with awe.

“Of course!” Peter said with a laugh. “Where else would I live? The whole island is mine. Well... and the Lost Boys’. But I’m the one who runs the show.” He grinned at Michael, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “It’s all one big adventure.”

Michael’s heart swelled with admiration. He’d never met anyone like Peter. He was the kind of person Michael had always wanted to be—brave, carefree, and full of life. The jungle didn’t scare Peter; the mysteries of Neverland didn’t phase him. In fact, he thrived in the wildness of it all.

“I want to live here, too,” Michael said without thinking, the words slipping out of his mouth before he could stop them. He glanced at Wendy over his shoulder, half-expecting her to scold him, but she was too distracted by the surroundings to notice.

Peter laughed again, louder this time, and patted Michael on the back. “You’re already here, aren’t you? If you want to stay, then stay! There’s nothing to stop you.”

For a moment, Michael’s mind filled with possibilities. A life in Neverland meant no rules, no responsibilities, and endless fun. There was no growing up here, no boring school lessons or chores. Just freedom. He glanced at Peter, who seemed like he was already living the life Michael dreamed of.

“Can we really stay?” Michael asked, his voice lowering to a whisper.

Peter shrugged, floating a few inches higher as he scanned the trees. “Why not? You can stay as long as you like.”

Michael grinned. The thought of living here with Peter was too perfect to resist.

Exploring the Island and Meeting the Mermaids

After what felt like hours of trekking through the jungle, Peter led them to the edge of the island, where the trees began to thin out and give way to a stretch of white sand. Beyond the sand, a secluded inlet lay calm and still, framed by towering rocks that jutted out into the water like ancient sentinels.

Michael's breath caught in his throat. Lying on the rocks were mermaids, their glittering tails draped lazily over the stone, shimmering in the sunlight like jewels. The mermaids were beautiful in a way that seemed almost unreal—elegant and dangerous all at once. Their long hair cascaded down their backs, their eyes half-lidded in sleepy contentment as they basked in the warm sun.

Peter stopped a few feet away, giving the mermaids a wide berth. “Careful,” he muttered to Michael, his tone suddenly more serious than usual. “They’re not as friendly as they look.”

But Michael wasn’t listening. His eyes were wide with wonder as he took a step closer, drawn to the mermaids like a moth to a flame. Wendy and John followed behind, their faces a mixture of awe and caution.

One of the mermaids lifted her head, her lips curling into a sly smile as her gaze landed on the Darlings. She sat up slowly, the movement causing the sunlight to glint off her bright, iridescent scales. “Well, well,” she purred, her voice smooth and inviting. “What do we have here?”

Another mermaid, lounging nearby, giggled softly. “New visitors,” she said, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “How delightful.”

Michael took another step closer, his heart pounding in his chest. The mermaids were beautiful—more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before. He could feel the pull of their charm, the way their eyes seemed to draw him in, inviting him closer, closer…

“Michael,” Wendy called sharply, pulling him out of his trance. “Don’t get too close.”

Peter was watching the exchange with narrowed eyes, his expression unreadable. “She’s right,” he said, his voice low. “They like to play games, and you don’t want to be their toy.”

Michael blinked, shaking off the strange spell the mermaids had cast over him. He stepped back, glancing over at Peter. “But they’re so beautiful,” he whispered, still mesmerized.

“Yeah,” Peter said with a grin, “but they’re dangerous. More dangerous than pixies, even.”

One of the mermaids let out a musical laugh, flipping her tail in the water with a splash. “Peter always says such nasty things about us,” she teased, though her eyes flashed with something darker. “You’d think we were his enemies.”

“You might as well be,” Peter shot back, though his tone was light. “You love causing trouble.”

The mermaids giggled again, a sound like tinkling bells, but there was an edge to their laughter that made Wendy’s skin prickle. She exchanged a glance with John, who was watching the mermaids with fascination but keeping his distance.

Michael, though, couldn’t stop staring. He had never seen anything so magical. One of the mermaids, her tail glistening in shades of deep blue and green, winked at him before lazily reclining back on the rock. “Come closer,” she beckoned, her voice sweet and musical. “We don’t bite.”

Peter shook his head. “Don’t listen to them. Trust me.”

Reluctantly, Michael tore his gaze away from the mermaids and fell back in line with Peter. The allure of the mermaids still tugged at him, but Peter’s warning rang in his ears.

“Best not to mess with mermaids,” Peter said quietly, shooting a glance back at them. “They like to keep people as pets... underwater.”

Michael Sees the Pirates from a Distance

As Peter led the group away from the mermaids' inlet, the tension that had settled over Wendy and John slowly faded. But Michael couldn't stop thinking about the mermaids—the way they had smiled at him, their voices like music, the sunlight glittering off their scales. He wanted to stay longer, to hear more of their stories, but Peter’s warning echoed in his mind.

They continued deeper into the jungle, and soon the sounds of the island—chirping birds, rustling leaves—took over once more. But the further they went, the more Peter seemed on edge. He wasn’t his usual carefree self, though Michael could hardly tell. Wendy, though, was watching Peter closely, sensing the subtle change in his demeanor.

After a while, the dense forest gave way to a wide clearing. From their vantage point, Michael could see the ocean stretching out below them, sparkling in the late afternoon sun. A line of cliffs bordered the beach, and far out on the horizon, a massive ship sailed slowly across the shimmering waters. Its dark sails billowed in the wind, cutting a striking figure against the glowing sky. Even at this distance, the ship's towering masts and imposing silhouette stirred something in Michael—a mixture of awe and trepidation, as though the ship itself carried the weight of untold dangers.

Michael’s eyes widened. “What’s that?” he asked, pointing toward the ship. Even from this distance, he could make out the towering masts and the faint movement of figures on deck.

Peter’s expression darkened for a moment before he forced a grin. “That’s the Jolly Roger out on patrol,” he said lightly, but there was an edge to his voice. “It’s where Hook and his pirates live.”

“Pirates?” Michael’s eyes lit up with excitement. Pirates were part of every story he had ever heard about adventures. But something in Peter’s tone made him hesitate. “Are they dangerous?”

Peter gave a nonchalant shrug, but Wendy could see through the facade. “Only if they catch you,” Peter said with a smirk. “But don’t worry, they’re not very good at it.”

Wendy frowned, her gaze fixed on the Jolly Roger in the distance. Even from this far away, she could feel the danger radiating from the ship. It wasn’t the whimsical magic of Neverland that worried her—it was the cold, hard reality that pirates brought with them.

As they watched, a group of pirates appeared on deck, their laughter carrying faintly on the wind. Michael squinted, trying to get a better look. “What do they do all day?” he asked, still half-excited by the idea of pirates, but also unsure of what to expect.

“Whatever they want,” Peter replied. “They steal, they fight, and they try to catch me.” He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “They never do.”

John, who had been silent for a while, glanced at Peter. “Have they tried to hurt you before?”

Peter hesitated for a fraction of a second, and Wendy caught it. “Sometimes,” he admitted, his tone casual, “but I always win.”

Wendy’s stomach twisted. There was more to the story, she could tell. But Peter, in his usual way, was brushing it off. She shot a glance at Michael, who seemed enthralled by the idea of a pirate ship just waiting for an adventure.

“We should go,” Wendy said quietly, sensing the shift in the air. “We don’t want to be here if they spot us.”

Peter tilted his head, giving her an amused look. “Scared of a little fun, Wendy?” he teased, but he turned to leave anyway. “Come on, there’s plenty more to see.”

Michael cast one last, longing look at the pirate ship before following Peter back into the forest. But as they disappeared into the trees, Wendy couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that they had been too close to something dangerous—something that would come back to haunt them soon.