Welcome to my first story, Where the pixie dust shines! Like I just said this is the first time I write a fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it. Also, I'll be glad to receive your reviews if you have any, it sure will help me. Have fun!

Where the pixie dust shines

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"James?" Zarina's voice trembled, but the pirate recognized its jingle even before seeing her. He loved the surprise and fear on the fairy's face, but not so the expression which quickly replaced the previous, when she saw that James was trapped. Fun. Zarina was laughing at him for having fallen into her trap.

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A worthy adversary

There it was. The second star emerged from the clouds, right in front of them. He had not seen it for more than one year, although he could not say that he had missed it. The booty they had gathered was heaped in the hold, witness to all the adventures they had lived, and if it had not been for the pixie dust, they wouldn't have had any need to return. When Zarina and her friends had left with the blue powder and their old boat, the pirates had had no choice but to conform with the fairy dust they had left in the Skull Cave. Luckily, he, who was very clever, had saved a little blue powder just in case, and that had allowed them to spend a year hacking on Mainland. But now that they had spent up to the last drop of these reserves, they had no choice but to return.

"Starboard!", shouted Captain Hook to his crew. "Second star to the right, have you already forgotten it, morons?"

Thus was, Captain Hook and his crew returned to Neverland. And they did not do it as a last resort, but as a first step in an elaborate plan that James had been plotting. Becoming the captain again had been difficult, but thanks to his wit now he had a greater boat and new crew members, which with no doubt would be very useful for what he had in mind. His new nickname, referring to the only weapon that had been saved after the confrontation with the fairies, he didn't dislike it at all, and he would not let any of his subordinates call him James, now that name belonged to the past. In addition, he kept a very special goal for his hook.

As they approached the star, a blinding light filled with flashes of colors wrapped them and they suddenly found themselves floating above the sea of Neverland. He could see the island to the East, and a little further West he saw his hiding-place, the Island of the Skull.

"Laaaand in sight!", shouted the watcher.

"Sirs, we are home!", exclaimed the captain. The clamor of the pirates invaded all the boat while the ship landed inside the cave. Seeing the tree at the top of the central rock, useless without the blue powder, revived his rage toward the fairies, but remembering his great plan he regained his composure quickly. He was certainly a genius, but the others had to do their role properly. So the first thing he made when the boat was moored and in order was to gather everyone together on the boat's desk.

"Gentlemen, the first step of the plan, returning to Neverland without being shorts in fairy dust, has been a success. Luckily, apart from the dust we also stole some very useful knowledge from that fairy." The shouts and laughter of the crew made it clear that they were in agreement. "But those fairies", resumed the captain, interrupting them, "can still be useful to us! We will not let them monopolize all that dust, just because they feel so important. So tomorrow, when it gets dark, we will go to the Hollow and rob all their dust!"

The crew's cheers resonated so strongly in the cave that the captain had to order them to shut up, fearing that the fairies would hear them. That night they transported their treasures to the rock and made a big party. The food and wine were in abundance, but the captain did not feast. Locked up in his cabin, James looked at the tiny sword he held in his hands, self-absorbed. Indeed, what excited him the most wasn't the desire to own the blue powder again, but the possibility of meeting Zarina. Because there was nothing with which Captain Hook enjoyed himself more than struggling with a worthy adversary.