The shadow stopped in front of her. Renae looked up, and the sight shocked her.
A boy was making the shadow. He looked very young; about ten or eleven years old. His clothes were tattered at the edges and his face, his arms, his everything, were dirty, but the most noticeable aspect of his appearance was his flaming, red hair. 'This is 'Peter', the boy that Hook described' thought Renae. There was a very sharp-looking dagger in his hand. Renae saw his facial expression and knew that he'd heard everything she'd said about turning him over to Captain Hook.
Something still wasn't right. Renae had to look up to see the boy. The puzzling thing was that he was not in a tree or hanging in a vine at all, but he was completely suspended in the air. He was floating...on nothing. This young, dirty, menacing boy was flying!
The next thing she knew, the boy was twelve inches in front of her and the dagger was pointed at her chest. Renae couldn't help thinking that he was going to put an eye out.
"So," began the boy, "you're a new to the pirate thing? We hate pirates." Renae soon knew who 'we' was, because in literally seconds, a handful of boys, as ragged looking as their leader, surrounded them, each one with some sort of primitive weapon.
Before Renae could explain that she was in fact not a pirate, she saw trees flying up in the back round, and what ever was doing it came closer and closer, until it-- a tornado--made the boys scatter from fright. Renae herself was rooted to the spot with sheer terror, and the tornado picked her up and whirled her around with all the in the commotion and dibris it was carying. The last thing she remembered was a great pain at the side of her head, and after that, nothing.
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