Ok, so this is my first fan fic in a loooong time, so please excuse the bad grammar and stuff. I did my best.

Brief summary: This story is basically about Peter pan, who 3 years ago fell into Hook's trap, was kidnapped and imprisoned, and after Hook's planned attempts to kill Peter didn't work out, eventually peter became part of the crew (very much against his own will). He was beaten and mistreated horribly, and it is only recently that peter has gained any sort of respect from the crew. Hook, however, still takes every opportunity to take out his anger on the boy.

In later chapters, I will go back to when peter 'joined' the jolly roger, and his time adjusting to his time on board. Needless to say he has a difficult time doing so.

You will notice that Peter is a bit different than his typical happy-go-lucky, bubbly, optimistic, proud, brave young wonder boy we all know and love. Years of getting beaten by a ship full of pirates who hate you can have that effect on someone. But I intend to go back to earlier on, back when he was still that happy young boy and describe all that fun, traumatizing stuff that happened to him.

-oh, and btw, this is more based off the original Peter Pan books/series, and not the Disney version. Peter is a blond, there are a lot more than only 7 lost boys, they are much closer to Pan's age (who is about 16), and Hook is a lot less… stupid. He is one bamf.

Enjoy!

The night air was humid and cold as it brushed past the teenager lying on the damp wooden deck. Gentle winds flushed through his shaggy blond hair and filled his lungs, in turn filling his absent mind with the familiar sensations of comfort he used to feel. With each intake of the fresh liquid oxygen, peaceful sensations flooded through his mind, giving him an odd, peaceful feeling he hadn't had in almost 3 years. 3 years that seemed to last much, much longer.

The blond lay crouched next to the pillar he was tied to, curled in a ball to try and keep in as much warm as he could, lest it be stolen by the chilly winds passing him. He had a thick rope tied tightly around his waist, and a long rope several feet long that connected it to the pillar. It allowed him room to walk around deck, but not enough to jump off.

His small frame shivered gently, but it was far from bothering him. The smell of the air, and the nostalgic peace it brought with it was well worth the chill. For a while he had sat up and watched the trees on the nearby beach rustle under the breeze, and listened to the night swallows sing their distant tune, and watched the twinkling reflection of the stars on the ocean waters as they met up with the white sandy beaches. For a while he soaked in as much of it as he could, seemingly unable to get enough. But after a little while, the realization that this would be the last time he would be able to experience these things began to hit him, and all those peaceful smells and sounds and sights brought with them a stinging sensation of reality. For the 3 long years he had lived on this damned ship, he had imagined himself back here. But now that he was indeed here, and all the sensations were hitting him full force, the pain of his situation hit him twice as hard, and so the Blond haired boy lay down to rest; doing his best to forget his location just for a little while.

So now he lay, his mind fading in and out of the forgiving darkness of sleep, the pain gradually leaking out of him. Finally, he would sleep, and tomorrow they would leave this place. This pain would never hurt like this again…

"oi, is it really-" A strained voice was whispered. The sound was distorted and muffled in the teenagers ears, his mind still half asleep. Not taking a moment to try and understand this noise, he did his best to fall back into his deep sleep. But a tugging at his arm pulled his mind further into unwanted consciousness.

Absently, Peter raised an arm to swing at whatever was disturbing him, all the while grunting and mumbling quietly before turning on his side. More muffled sounds were heard, gradually becoming louder and clearer, though the teenager couldn't quite make out what exactly was being said, nor did he care. He just wanted sleep.

"Peter!" A hushed voiced squealed in his ear, forcing all consciousness back to him. With an irritated moan, he cracked his sleepy blue eyes open to see what had caused such an irritating noise. It appeared to originate from an oddly shaped figure hovering over him; dark strands of chaotic fibers and leaves protruded from every which way, making it hard to define exactly what it was.

So instead of wasting brain power trying to figure it out, Peter simply asked.

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" He accused lazily at the towering figure, not bothering to sit up all the way. Honestly Peter couldn't care less what it was, so long as it shut up and went away. Unfortunately for him, the figure didn't seem to be so considerate.

Leaning in closer to Peter, the creature spoke again in a whispered voice. "Peter? It is you isn't it? I told the others I had seen you on deck!" he turned around half way to two other dark figures who were standing a foot or two away, watching the scene cautiously. "Its really him boys! Its Peter!" The last word was practically screeched, and earned a 'SHHHHHHHH" from the others, which in itself was almost as loud as the screech.

"Peter pan?" One of the figures said excitedly, the other chiming in right after. "Peter? Are you sure its him? It dosnt look much like him-"

"of course its Peter you idiot! He's ganna look a little different in pirate clothes of course" the closest one said defensively, before turning back to peter and leaning closer. "And he has a black eye, so that's why he looks different!"

Peter gave a sleepy groan at the irritating banter. He really couldn't care what on earth these… people? Wanted with him, or why they were so excited. Peter wasn't stupid; he knew if he bothered taking a few moments to try and understand the situation, he would probably figure out who they were and what they wanted.

But after a miserable day like today, Peter just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Yes, yes. I'm peter. Go away now." He said, not bothering to whisper it like the rest. His black eye began to throb at straining to see clearly, but his vision had improved enough for him to be able to see that they weren't 'creatures' however, rather than people wearing horrific outfits. They were covered in leaves and sticks and dark masks covered their faces. He would have guessed it was for camouflage if it weren't for the random bits of clothing that were colored rather bright and oddly. It was almost like a ritualistic get up or something.

Was it redskins?

"Peter!" The other two seemed to holler excitedly at once, and were quickly followed by a 'shhhhh' from the closest.

"Break his binding! We need to get him out of here!" The urgency was slightly lost by the seemingly overjoyed inflection the orders had. The other two shuffled a bit, taking in the sight of the illustrious Peter before turning to the rope below them.

Peter was about to lay out a few thoughtless insults at the 3 of them for keeping him awake like this, (completely disregarding their talk of a supposed rescue/kidnapping) but he stopped when he noticed the closest of them kneel next to him and grab the end of his mask. The person pulled it off his face, and to Peter's surprise, it wasn't a redskin's features he saw underneath, nor a hideous creature. It was a pale, round faced young boy around the same age as peter, his features gentle and symmetrical; severely contradicting the mask and get up he was wearing. Red, spiky hair lined the top part of his forehead (the rest being covered by the leaves and furs of the outfit), and a delighted, severely anxious expression lit up his face.

Peters insults stuck in his throat, his mind trying to make sense of what he was seeing. A… boy?

"Oi, something is wrong with this rope! Its not cutting-" one of the boys said, tugging on it and causing peter to be yanked forward.

"Then untie it from the pillar!" The red head said, diverting his eyes from Peter's for just long enough to tell the others this.

"We tried! Stupid pirates and their weird knots…" One said, giving a kick to the pillar.

"It's your stupid dagger that's the problem! Here-" The red head pulled a small knife out of his back… pocket? And tossed it towards the other two "Cut it with that, old sally cuts everything. And hurry up for fickles sake!" And they quickly pulled the rope taught, yanking peter yet again, and began hacking away.

"Don't worry Peter! We'll have you out of here in a jiffy" The boy explained.

Peter only stared back, sleepy suspicious eyes suddenly morphing into wide ones. His breath hitched slightly as the red head's familiar features finally connected with old memories.

"T…terry?" Peter breathed. If it were possible, the redheads expression lit up even more so than before.

"That's right Peter! You remember me!" Hands grasped each arm of Peters as this was said, shaking him excitedly before tugging the small framed teenager against his own. Peter was crushed under Terry's arms, but he was in too much shock to react.

After a quick moment of overjoyed embrace, Terry let go of the smaller framed Peter, not noticing the blond's lack of response to his actions. "God we all thought you were dead!" He hollered, forgetting to whisper all together.

"SHHHHHHH" The others had almost finished slicing through the rope, when a loud thud, grunts, and stomping was heard on the other side of the ship. Instantly they all froze (except peter, who was already frozen) and looked towards that direction.

"You idiot!" One of them whispered frantically. "We'll be caught for sure!"

"You two are the ones who-"

"Shut up!" Peter suddenly yelled, keeping it in a whispering voice this time. The harshness of the inflection of those words stopped the 3 from bickering in their tracks, all looking to Peter immediately.

Jabbing a finger to several large crates on the opposite of the ship, Peter quickly spoke. "Go hide behind there! Don't come out till I say so" He demanded.

"But Peter-" Terry tried to argue.

"GO!" He screamed (as best he could in a whispering voice). This left no room for argument, and the others didn't hesitate to run in the direction he demanded. And it was good they did; a second longer and they would have been seen.