Chapter 3: Encounter

Disclaimer: What? You want it Again?? Oh fine, I don't own 
it!

Rating: This chappie is probably still Pg, pg 13 if you 
could see the nudity. lol

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Chapter 3




	Across the waters on the island, directly near the 
lagoon in a small cove, Anna rowed her way up onto the rocky 
beach inside the caves. Here the water was cooler and swirled 
up upon the rocks in a steady ebb and flow of the tide. 
Standing up in the small row boat, she reached out, stepping 
onto the granite and pulling the rope on the end of the 
boat with her, tugging the boat up onto the dry platform 
and tying it around a small rock formation tall enough to 
make sure it stayed in place. Leaning over, she pulled out 
the pack she had taken with her. Her spare dagger, some 
food, mead, a few spare articles of clothing, a blanket 
and the pearl handled brush stuffed the bag full and made 
the load slightly heavy, though nothing she could not handle, 
as she swung the bag onto her back, the two straps pulling 
over her shoulders and the small belt she'd attached tied 
around her waist to keep the sack secured. 
	Looking around the cove, she saw three entrances 
into the secluded area she'd docked in. Two entrances by 
foot, one almost completely covered by foliage, the other 
open and free to enter and exit from, the third being the 
small entrance over the water she'd rowed in from. Surveying 
the area quickly, she nodded her approval before trekking 
her way out of the cavern through the uncovered opening 
and moved across the terrain, careful to make as little 
noise as she could, disturbing almost nothing. Less than 
ten minutes into her walk, she stumbled upon a clearing 
the forest surrounding the cove. The area was perfect, she 
decided, for her camp setup. Covered well overhead by trees 
and secluded, hard to detect through the surrounding forest, 
it was the safest place she would be able to find for the 
next few nights. 
	Turning in a circle for a moment, she quickly found 
a well-leaved tree and grasped the trunk, pulling herself 
up, quickly scaling the length of the tree up to near the 
top. Sitting on a large limb, she pulled the pack from off 
of her back and slung it down in a small socket between 
two large limbs across from her, tying the bag down to the 
tree before pushing herself off and moving back down, jumping 
the last five feet to the ground below. Brushing off her 
pants, she turned and sprinted off to the surrounding area, 
grabbing up branches and stubs of wood along with a large 
patch of grass and moss. Minutes later, she stopped in her 
tracks, knowing she wasn't far from her encampment and stood 
still for moments on end, simply listening to the area around 
her, her eyes darting cautiously back and forth, her ears 
open and straining on any small noise. Her hand slid up 
her body and carefully into the ribcage handle of her long 
sword. Grasping it firmly, she stood for a few more moments 
before spinning around, the sword sliding easily out of 
the scabbard as she did so. It only took her half a second 
to have the end of the sword buried in the trunk of the 
tree, the squirrel's life gone as quickly as it had tried 
to scuttle up the tree. Studying the scene for a moment, 
Anna tilted her head and yanked the sword loose from the 
tree, the creature still hanging from it, the blade's tip 
clean from the clear, swift stab. Grabbing the animal by 
the head, she pulled it from her sword, staring at it for 
a moment before sneering in disgust and raising her hand, 
tossing the creature to the ground.  Turning on her heel, 
she began to stride away before pausing and turning to look 
at the deceased animal on the ground. Sighing, she walked 
back over, snatching up the squirrel by its neck again and 
taking it with her. 
	

	Turning the long stick over the fire, Anna watched 
entranced as the now bare rodent started turning a light 
golden brown above the flickering light of the fire in the 
small pit she'd created. The light was fading from above, 
a sign to Anna that within a few hours, dark would be upon 
her and she would not dare to venture out in these woods 
at dark. Considering sleeping in a tree for a few moments, 
she quickly shook her head, throwing the thought out. Uncomfortable 
and unpractical. Turning back to her dinner, she quickly 
pulled the roasted squirrel from the stick, blowing on it 
and tossing it from hand to hand. Laying the creature down 
on her pack, she let it cool for a few moments before ripping 
it open, pausing in disgust then biting down into it. It 
only took her five minutes to finish the meal, which though 
tasteless, filled her stomach.
	Standing and climbing the tree once more, deciding 
not to untie the sack, she opened the back and pulled out 
the brush and a fresh white dressing shirt. 
	Tucking the articles beneath her arm, she made her 
way back down to the ground before turning and taking a 
direct path towards the cove. Less than ten minutes later, 
the light began to shine through the outer edges of the 
thick forest, the sound of waves crashing echoed through 
the foliage. Exiting the tree line, Anna made her way quickly 
down the beach, past the cove where her boat resided and 
continued farther down until she came upon a large lagoon. 
Rocks surrounded the water in a semi-circle and just beyond 
the lagoon was a large wall, behind that, a smaller cove, 
a low waterfall running smoothly down into the water below. 
Sighing contently for the first time in a long while, Anna 
smiled and began to make her way towards the small hidden 
cove, vines outstretched around it and bushes covering the 
area from eyesight.  
	A shudder of movement from her left caught her attention 
and she immediately pulled her dagger out of the small scabbard 
on her right hip, holding it down at her side, her eyes 
scanning quickly over the water of the lagoon. Seconds later, 
a shadow appeared in the water, moving quickly and Anna 
stood her ground, preparing herself for a possible battle 
with a beast. 
	A shock of green appeared at the top of the water, 
confusing the dark haired pirate. Then came a head and a face, 
followed by an upper body and soon a few feet away, a fin 
emerged. Emerald eyes stared back into her own, wide and 
curious, blinking in confusion. Delicate features stared 
at her before a look of annoyance took over the creatures 
face.
	"What are you doing here? You don't belong here! 
Go away!" it shouted at her and was joined after a moment 
by three more heads, one red, one pink and the last blue. 
The others stared up at her as well, their faces taking 
on the same annoyed look as the first.
	"Yes, leave." the blue one said.
	"This is our lagoon!" the red one blurted out, her 
matter-of-fact tone making her seem superior to the others.
	Anna grinned maniacally and stepped closer to the 
water, but far enough away so that they could not reach 
her or splash her. Crouching down on her knees at their 
level she looked them over, an evil gleam entering her eyes. 
	"Oh really." she grunted, snorting slightly at them 
while glancing at each one. 
	The mermaids began to appear slightly intimidated 
but the blue one swam farther up. "Yes really. If you don't 
leave now, we will make you." she glared at Anna hard.
	Anna turned her gaze to the mermaid, her eyes penetrating 
the creatures own. She began to twirl the dagger in her 
right hand around and around between her fingers and palm. 
"Last time I checked, " she began, looking around, "there 
weren't any names on this lagoon, or any other cove for 
that matter of fact."  Quickly turning the dagger so that 
the blade faced the mermaids she glared them down. "Now 
you listen to me you little stuck up fish." she watched 
rejoicing as the mermaid’s faces took on an appalled look 
at the insult. "I'm here to bathe, whether you like it or 
not. Now I’m going to go over that cove over there," she 
nodded her head to her right, glancing to it once, "and 
I’m going to have a nice washing off. I'm dirty, smelly 
and I’ve been without a decent bath for months. You try 
and stop me and you'll regret you ever even laid eyes on 
me, got it?" she growled and the mermaids gulped, quickly 
nodding in compliance.
	Standing up, Anna shoved the dagger back into the hold, 
looking down on them. "Good." she said, turning and starting 
towards the other side before she stopped and turned back, 
staring down the mermaids still watching her.
	"Oh and if you even think of calling for help.." 
she sneered, her eyes twinkling fiercely. "I'll gut you." 
she gave them a false smile, the mermaids having gasped 
in astonishment, and made her way across the rocks towards 
the smaller cove.


	Peter's brows furrowed as he approached the Mermaid 
Lagoon, the hushed whispers sounding frightened and upset. 
Picking up his pace he began to fly. He often enjoyed walking 
but this was an emergency it seemed. Landing on a rock in 
the middle of the cove, he watched in amazement as the mermaids 
paid him no heed, talking and murmuring to themselves, huddled 
in a circle.
	Clearing his throat, Peter watched as they jumped 
then looked extremely relieved, swimming quickly up to him. 
His face went serious as they all began to talk at once.
	"Oh Peter! It was horrible-"
	"She was so rude!"
	"-and called us fish!"
	"-teach her a lesson about-
	"-she can't get away with this-"
	"-can't you do something?!"
	"Please Peter!"
	All of them finally slowed to a stop as Peter's 
hand flew up. "Ok, one at a time. I don't get anything your saying, ladies!"
	The red haired mermaid swam up closer. "She was a 
pirate, Peter! She was dressed like one!"
	"And she acted like one too!" the green haired one 
put in before shying away after a glare from the redheaded 
one. Looking back up to Peter, the red head nodded, confirming 
her friend's statement.
	Peter's eyes narrowed and he pulled out his dagger. 
"A pirate?" he hissed. No pirate came into his territory 
and got away with it. Especially after threatening some 
of his friends. Looking back down at the mermaids, he puffed 
up his chest, his ego taking the best of him for the moment. 
"Don’t worry, girls! I'll get that nasty scoundrel!" he 
crowed and cheers erupted from the group of mermaids.
	"Get her good Peter!" yelled the pinked haired girl.
	Peter began to walk towards the cove, then turned 
to the girls. "Wait....did you say...she?" he asked incredulously.
	The mermaids nodded, swimming to huddle together. 
"And she threatened to gut us!!"The pink one shrieked before 
falling back.
	Peter's face went red. Girl or no, that was a threat 
not to be taken lightly. Whoever this...person was, she 
wasn't going to get away with threatening his friends like 
that. Stomping his way across the short stretch of terrain 
to the alcove, Peter crouched down, pulling his dagger out 
and readying himself. But what he saw was nothing like he 
expected to see.

	His eyes grew wide as he stared through the greenery, 
his pupils dilating, watching the smooth lithe body moving 
in the water. The streams of water fell like ribbons over 
her shoulders and down her bare back, glittering her skin 
in the dusk light. He watched, entranced as the sleek curves 
twisted, her arms washing her skin slowly, making sure she 
got every inch of her body cleaned.  Time seemed to slow 
for Peter, his breathing slowing to a slow steady crawl 
as he watched the beauty bath beneath the soft flow of the 
waterfall. His breath caught as he watched her dip down 
into the water below, disappearing from view. Standing up 
slowly, his long dagger still at his side, he searched the 
water, then make a quick jump a few feet away, closer to 
the water and the falls the girl had been bathing under. 
The mist that covered the sea green waters made it particularly 
difficult to peer into the depths below.


	Anna sighed, letting the water smooth over her skin, 
its cool texture making her skin tingle with the chill.  
Moving her hands through her hair she reveled in the fact 
that she was finally going to be clean after months of inadequate 
bathing in the dirty seas with fishy water or with the small 
amount she could find on land for a sponge bath. Closing 
her eyes she grinned to herself, remembering her conversation 
with the mermaids, her spirits already starting to rise. 
She paused for a moment, her ears perking up and her eyes 
snapping open as she heard a snap from the surrounding woods. 
It was too heavy to have been an animal and the accompanying 
sound of breathing confirmed her thoughts. Moving once again, 
putting on the façade of cleaning, she began making her 
way inch by inch towards her right where she had laid her 
dagger before she began to bathe. Once close enough, she 
slid down into the waters, her entire body tingling from 
the arid bubbles bursting around her. Her hand slid up the 
side of the rock carefully out of sight and slid across 
the hilt of her dagger, pulling it back into the water with her. 
Turning she swam low as she could against the bottom of 
the cove, making her way towards the edge.


	Peter’s eyes darted back and forth, searching frantically 
for the girl. Sighing, he jumped up on an open rock in front 
of the cove, grasping his dagger slightly tighter in his 
hand as he skimmed the surface. A hand shot out of the water, 
and before he could think he’d been pulled into the water, 
gasping for breathe and sputtering as he pulled himself 
up, now waist deep in the water. He felt a hand roughly 
grasp his left elbow, yanking it back; another hand swinging 
around his right shoulder and a cold blade being pressed 
against the tender skin of his throat. His eyes grew wide as 
he realized he’d been caught for nearly the first time in his 
life. And he hadn’t even seen it coming. 
	A warm breath rushed across his right ear, inducing 
an effect he’d never felt before on his young body. A slight 
chill ran through him, shuddering him to the bone and the 
realization came to him that the person behind him was in 
fact, the very pirate girl he’d been spying on. Remembering 
the scene of her earlier, his eyes grew even wider as it 
dawned on him that she was, in fact, naked and had her entire 
body pressed against his back, keeping him against her to 
restrain his movement and impair him from escaping her grasp. 
He couldn’t help his body’s reaction and tried not to focus 
on the problem that seemed to be building below the waters 
surface. This task became easier as she tugged harder at 
his arm, bringing the dagger tighter against his throat. 
	Her voice shattered the silence, a small flock of 
birds shooting off into the air at her loud tone. “Who are 
you?” she demanded, her accent deep and clear, commanding 
his answer quickly. But Peter kept silent, glaring back 
at her, though he knew she couldn’t actually see him glaring. 
Again she tugged at his elbow and this time he took the 
opportunity to push it back into her ribs, knocking her 
off guard and stumbling back, the knife sliding away from 
his throat. 
	Spinning around, he stared at her, his eyes wandering 
over her body. Her left hand was pressed against her side 
where he had jabbed her, her right hand still held the dagger 
out in front of her, shaking slightly, her hand twisting 
forward and back as if struggling to find the ideal grip. 
Her long black hair was slung over her shoulders covering 
her chest that was otherwise bare. Her dark hazel and green 
speckled eyes sparkled dangerously, wide from the hit and 
her breathing was hitched slightly. She stared him down 
hard, her eyes darting around as if searching for more, 
before she hitched forward slightly, pointing the knife 
further at him. 
	“I said, “She began, her words stretching out, “who 
are you?”
	Peter stared at her for a moment before taking to 
the sky, the water falling off him in sharp waves. He heard 
her gasp, then a splash as she jumped out of the water onto 
the land. Taking higher to the sky, he dashed off into the 
forest, quickly trying to escape her sight and taking refuge 
in the trees. 	


	Pulling herself from the water as the boy, who looked 
to be not much older than herself took to the air. She’d 
been stunned for a few moments as she watched him defy gravity 
and fly. Shaking herself from her stupor, she grabbed the 
clean shirt, tugging it over her head, heedless of her water-soaked 
skin, then pulling her dark black leggings on, she left the 
rest of her clothing and articles stuffed back behind a rock 
face beside the waterfall.  Not taking time to pull on her 
boots, she took off into the forest, dashing speedily and 
silently through the woods. Stopping every few seconds, 
the dagger still tightly gripped in her hand, her eyes darted 
around, looking for the young bow. Her father’s words echoed 
in her mind. Peter Pan could fly, that is where is advantage 
came in. This boy could fly. If anyone knew where to find 
this…Peter Pan, the boy must know. Capturing him and getting 
the information he possessed would make her task that much 
easier.  
	Keeping her ears open, she listened for anything.
 A scuttle here; an intake of breath. But the only noises 
she heard were those of the animals scurrying around her. 
Then she heard it. The crackling again, only this time above 
her. Turning her gaze upward, she watched as the green clad 
figure moved as quickly at it could, trying to be silent, 
through the trees. With catlike stealth, Anna placed the 
dagger in her mouth, her scabbard now abandoned back at the 
cove, and made her way up the tree, grasping every hold 
she could get to pull herself up farther, quicker. 
	Once near the tops of the trees, Anna glanced around, 
squinting her eyes tightly, trying to find the boy. She 
spotted him nearly twenty-five feet away, scuttling through 
the trees to get away. She watched in awe as he seemed to 
take the trees one at a time, having no trouble jumping 
from one to the other. Taking a deep breath, she made her 
way to the edge of the tree, glancing down warily. If she was 
to catch him, she had no choice but to make her way across 
the trees like he did. She would never be able to catch 
him from land. She would eventually have to climb and by 
then he would be too far to catch. Closing her eyes for a 
moment, she jumped, her feet touching the wideness of the 
branch across from her, her arms stretching around the bark 
of the trunk. Huffing, the continued on, then stopped, hiding 
behind one of the trunks and watching him. He’d seemed to 
stop not far ahead on one of the branches. This was her 
chance. Grasping her dagger tightly, she pulled her arm 
back silently, her eyes keeping aim, her fingers silently 
crossing, and threw.


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A/N: OMG! You Bitch! You left it at a Cliffhanger! lol Bet 
that's what your thinking. Oh well, dont worry, i'll have 
more up soon! Thank you! Thank you! lol Wow, this is the 
longest chapter yet. I realize now just how SHORT chapter 
1 was! Geez. Anyhow, let me know what you think and again 
I wanna thnk my reviewers. And remember, the more reviews, 
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