Neverland, the Lost Boys and the First Lost Girl

The Ugly Truth

Well I continued to live with the Lost Boys for many years and towards the end of my time in

Neverland we actually came to somewhat of a wary peace with the pirate community. In fact,

we came to the point where we shared the beach with the pirate children and their mothers.

The beach was considered a neutral zone so that all could enjoy it and no one was supposed to

bring weapons there. Off course this was not followed completely but the Lost Boys and I soon

took to only carrying a small knife or dagger on us when at the seaside. One very hot day I

decided to go down to the beach and go for a swim. This was a routine outing for me and I

usually went with several of the Lost Boys. But on this particular day none of them were

interested in swimming so taking only my short hunting knife and horn, I walked down to the

beach. The cove where the beach resided was surrounded by towering cliffs and to reach the

sand the Lost Boys had hewn a long set of steps into the sharp rocks. The sand glowed white in

the heat of the sun and mirages shimmered in the air. No one was there which I thought was a

little bit odd for such a hot day, but the cool water on my hot skin soon drove away any of my

suspicions. After a soothing swim in the brilliant water of the cove I walked the edge of the

beach looking for shells and debris that the sea had washed up. As I looked ahead to the far end

of the beach I saw something gleaming in the searing afternoon sunlight. I smiled excitedly to

myself and jogged up the beach to explore the object. As I drew closer I saw that the sparkling

object was a huge pearly conch shell half buried in the sand on the edge of the water. I bent

down to pull the conch out of the sand and stumbled forwards when a sudden sharp impact hit

my shoulder, causing me to almost fall face first into the surf. Pain flooded through my shoulder

and my mouth fell open as I turned and saw the arrow lodged high in my left shoulder. Fear was

the first thing that came racing over my heart but it was quickly drowned out by fury and

outrage that someone would try to break our peace that we had struggled so hard to achieve. I

looked up above me to the cliff side and was dismayed to see a great horde of pirates most of

the way down the cliff and heading towards me at a run. I turned away from the pirates and

took off running down the beach. By now the initial shock of my wound had worn off and the

pain from it slowed me down fogging my brain. As I desperately ran towards the path to the

Tree House I madly blew my hunting horn hoping frantically that the Lost Boys would hear it

and come to my rescue. Nonetheless, the beach was long and I was far from the stairs leading

to safety. The pirates were now close behind me and I knew that this time there would be no

escape. So instead of wasting my energy running I stopped next to the water's edge and gave

one last long frenzied blast before drawing my small knife. My knife would not be able to do