Peter's trembling hands wrung around on another as he felt the never ending waves beneath the boat rocking his stomach back and forth, making him sick. After retching over the side of the boat into the warm ocean below him, the boat horn blasted into the air signaling the ship's arrival to port. After the rush of all the adults around him stepping off the crowded boat, Peter stood and followed them off, careful to race ahead as to miss contact with the little girl who still seemed mesmerized by him.

After stepping onto the old wooden pier, Peter rubbed the black contraption attached to his chest through his shirt, it was heavy and itchy. He knew he had to get it off if he was ever going to be able to fly again and get back to Neverland. He scanned the market around him and found his way to a booth with a pile of heavy metal scraps and chains. [color=fff200][i]"Maybe I can use one of these to try and pry it off.."[/i][/color] he thought to himself. Reaching his hand onto the table he grabbed a piece and was about to start on his way when a huge hairy hand pinned his down with such force it caused Peter to yelp a little.

[color=ed1c24]"Where do you think you're going son? These ain't free you know..."[/color] The large Indian man behind the table said in a very heavy accent. Peter yanked his hand away and left the table.

 [color=00aeef]"I'm sorry. I don't have any money."[/color] he kicked the dust as he walked away and felt a slight tingle in his shirt pocket. [color=00aeef]"Tink!"[/color] Stealing away into a side alley Peter pulled out the small fairy and she proceeded to tell him that she knew where some money was. Just as a smile crept across Peter's face, a shadow fellow across the two and to peter's utter dislike, it was the little girl from the boat. 

[color=00aeef]"What do you want?"[/color] he asked briskly, quickly putting Tink back in his pocket and standing up.