Her first footsteps onto the soft, sandy land made her head spin temporarily. It had been so long since she hadn't been on a slightly rocking boat that still ground made her legs wobble, and eventually give way.

"Watch your step, Wendy. You'll get your land legs again soon enough." Hook looked down at the woman in his arms whom he had caught just before a rough fall.

The sounds of the shore crashing combined with the sounds of the tropical forest's creatures. A hum of life filled the area that she had missed while on the ship with its static atmosphere. Looking around herself she felt the heartbeat of the land and everything on top of it. there was a hum of excitement and happiness throughout the air, and she felt it pulsate through her skin. There was a warming combination of being on the Neverland isle, and being in Hook's arms.

Her reverie broke and she looked around to see the sailors around her had already brought the small boat to land, and were now unpacking crates while setting camp.

She properly lifted herself out of the captain's arms and set about walking correctly once more. She left the washing of the waves around her boots and soon found them covered with a sprinkling of powdery sand. Hook was a few paces behind her, shouting off orders to the busy crew, all the while keeping an eye on Wendy to make sure she had regained her balance.

Each foot step became more sure, and Wendy's paces up the beach became more exploratory. She didn't know where to wander first, there was so much life and beautiful color which surrounded the group that she came to a halt to view her surroundings. Demurely, she bent down and slipped her shoes off, freeing her feet to curl into the sandy earth.

She slipped away from the crew as Hook had turned to shout at a particularly incompetent crew member. She crept up to the beginnings of the jungle, and delicately touched the dew covered plants which seemed to reach out to her. Leaves of a thick, lush green larger than her head seemed to present themselves as hands held out to her, and fines curled around trunks of trees and out into spirals in front of her eyes. She stepped beyond the tree line and instantly the earth beneath her feet became a rich soil. Easing her way between trees which seemed as wide as five men together, she spotted the most beautiful flowers growing off of a vine covered stump. The lights through the canopy played off of small raindrops on each petal, giving a jewel-encrusted texture to the entire plant. Wendy peered at the largest of the flowers with desire, and she slowly crept towards the flourishing plant.

The flower was unlike any other that she had ever seen in her life. Its petals were the most vibrant shade of orange that it seemed to pulsate with its own light. Each petal blossumed from a thick, tufted center, but ended in a point that appeared to be so cleanly sharp, it would prick the finger of anyone who would dare to touch it. The center of the flower was the most of all attractive, for there, nestled inside of the voluptuous petals lay a shining amber gem.

Wendy was amazed at this flower, and thought very little about anything but plucking one of the desired blossoms and taking it back to her camp. In fact, the Wendy lady was so preoccupied with this beautiful plant that she ignored a very agitated Rosetta who was persistently attempting to direct her away from the mesmerizing bloom.

Wendy ever so delicately reached out her hand towards the flower which almost seemed to glow even brighter the closer her fingers were to its aura. One second more and she would have the most beautiful plant in her grasp.

Suddenly she was forcefully grabbed from behind, and in a tight grip her hand was forced to her side. Wendy let out a yelp of surprise before seeing the glint of a silver hook in her peripheral vision.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, Wendy Darling." Hook relaxed his grip on her, but only slightly. He turned her to face himself, and Wendy was immediately aware of how close of a proximity the two were.

"And what, pray tell, is so dangerous about this beautiful little flower? It appears harmless enough to me." Defiantly, Wendy attempted to pull herself free from the Captain, with absolutely no luck in that venture.

"Sailor's Delight, is the name of that flower. An invention of Neverland concocted by the mind of Peter Pan himself. The flower calls to those who have been out to sea, and its glowing beauty draws anyone near with a desire to pluck a blossom for their own. But," he released her, and picked up a fallen branch from the ground and approached the flowers. "its touch is lethal to anyone greedy enough to retrive it." He lightly prodded the center gem within the flower, and instantly, the razor sharp petals cut through the wood. An acid-like purple substance oozed from its core, and it ate away at the bit of branch captured in the flower's grasp.

"It is poison, Wendy. And had it cut through and injected into your skin, you would have been dead within minutes." He turned to her with a gravely serious countenance .

Wendy stood there pale with shock. How could something so terribly dangerous appear to be so beautiful? She looked into the concerned eyes of the Captain, and relief for his rescue overwelmed her.

" An acidic poison, how absolutely dreadful. It seems like a terrible way to die..." She stared once more at the lush flowers, pulsating now almost angrily it would seem.

"Aye, I have lost several men to this plant, each one I watched die would scream in agony. There was nothing that I could do. Pan is not all innocence and light. He has made an island which in a way traps others, and dooms them towards terribly painful deaths." His eyes now seemed to contain the same pulsating light, but his forget-me-not blue seemed to send cold shivers down Wendy's spine.

Wendy considered this plant and looked out into the thicker areas of the jungle, all the while imagining what other dangerous mysteries were held within its shadows. The jungle had a heartbeat, a sounding pulse made up of a clamoring of noises from hidden creatures. The longer she stayed there, the more she could see how Neverland resembled a living creature itself, and how Peter Pan and this magical island were one in the same.

Her thoughts overwhelmed her, and she turned to see Captain Hook studying her intently. If it wasn't for this man, she would be lying on the ground, dead from a beautiful plant which Peter Pan had invented himself. Everything Wendy began to believe represented her childhood, everything that Peter Pan stood for, began to suddenly muddle in her head to a thick grey area. Tears brimmed and her long lashes tried desperately to rush them away.

Hook watched the girl, interested to see what she would do next. It didn't take very long, however, before he had his answer.

Wendy closed the distance between the two. Reaching up she carefully, but swiftly, touched her lips with his own. The feeling sent them both alight, and tiny sparks electrified the air surrounding them.

Rosetta watched from the tree tops, her firey aura flickering in frustration. She tried to save her human from one poisonous beauty, only to be thrown into the grasps of another.