"Well, well, well, look who's awake," said the boy in orange clothes. "Another one of those dangerous people. Why are you here?" I guess he's the leader of the group. Like what happened yesterday, our weapons were gone.

"Dangerous? We're not dangerous, we're on a quest," I replied.

"We mean no harm. You may think that the four of us are threats, but we're not," Lenard added. But the orange boy (I'm gonna call them according to the color of their clothing from now on) yelled, "Silence! Your tricks won't trick us, because we're the only ones who are allowed to do those kinds of tricks. Am I right, boys?"

"Yeah!" They said in unison.

"Let me ask again, strangers, why are you here?" The orange boy's face came closer to Lenard's.

I heard him muttered, "I just got wrecked by a kid."

"It's. . . kind of a long story," Chloriette said.

"Really?" Asked the orange boy. "We like to hear stories, especially long ones. After that, we'll fall asleep and forget this all happened."

"Really?"

"No, I was being sarcastic," he retorted.

"Oh," Chloriette said. The lost boys continued asking questions like Who are you? What is it you want? How did you get here? Are you here to destroy us and our home? And why is the guy in blue more annoying than us? All of these boys, the places that I've seen, and other weird things that happened to us here gave me an idea of where we are. Just when I came to that conclusion, another voice came in. "Hey! Why are you boys yelling!?"

They turned and saw an older, taller boy standing by the door. His pointy green hat covered his red hair. His brown eyes glared at them. I could tell he was not human judging from his pointy ears His shirt was also made out of leaves, except for his brown pants and leather shoes. On the left side of his waist hang a harmonica while on the right was a knife. A leather pauldron strapped around his left shoulder to his back. His cheeks were marked with two stripes of brown paint, making him look like a soldier ready to step on the front line.

The boys immediately rushed to him. Their voices mixing in a way that made my head spin. "Hold up, hold up! One at a time! One at a time! Slightly, you first." He pointed at the orange boy.

"Okay!" Slightly started. "In the middle of the night, we were still playing hide and seek in the house, then Nimbs here-" he pointed at the boy wearing a white grayish outfit. "Heard a spooky sound coming from outside. We thought there's a monster snoring out loud."

We all glared at Victor. "Hey, do you have any idea how much I wanted to control my snoring?" Victor glared back.

"By the sound of that," Slightly continued. "We prepared ourselves before heading outside."

"And we found where the sound was coming from," said the twins wearing grey outfits at the same time.

"We thought it's a monster," the fat one said. "But we found out that the sound came from the blue guy over there snoring exactly like me." The little boy sitting on top of the fat boy's shoulder nodded in agreement. "And then-and then-and then-and then they are one of those dangerous people like the last time."

"And we know what to do when they're trying to mess with us again. Right Cubby?" Slightly looked at the fat boy, who was punching his fist to his palm with an angry expression.

"Yeah," Cubby said after cracking a knuckle.

"Hmm, I see." Nodded the boy with the green hat. "That doesn't sound fun at all." And then he brought out a wide smile. "Cubby, release them." The boys gasped at the older boy's order.

"What! But why?" Slightly asked, scratching his head.

"Because that's not how you treat someone you rescued," he told Slightly.

The boys were shocked but didn't get the meaning. "Duuuh . . . what do you mean?" Cubby asked.

The boy with the hat chuckled. "You see, I was flying across the lagoon to check the mermaids. By the time I needed to go home." He was using body movements to give more expression while telling the story. "I saw these guys walking around the island when suddenly they were captured by the tribals."

They gasped, "No, not the tribals."

"Yup, the tribals. Good thing I saved them thanks to this horn that I found." In his hand was a small shell that was the size of his palm. 

"It's . . . it's so small." Nimbs squinted.

The boy with the hat laughed. "It may be small from the looks of it, but-" Without warning, he blew the small shell. It was so loud that our eardrums could explode. Turned out, It's the same sound from yesterday that distracted the tribal people. "Very big by the sound of it." He grinned. Like us, the boys flinched at the pain they felt from their ears. Without any violent reaction, Slightly understood.

"Believe it or not, these guys aren't dangerous like you thought," the boy with a green hat told them.

"But-" The boy with the hat cut Nimbs off. 

"They may seem like the guys from last time, but this time, they're not." The boys understood and apologize to us by bowing.

The boys freed us and handed us our weapons. It seems like they trust the boy in a hat as if he's the eldest brother. "You have a very cool sword, mister!" Nimbs said as his little hands offered me my weapon back. So I responded with a weak smile. "Thanks. And thank you for not touching it. It's very dangerous."

"You kiddin'? I can even hold the tip of the sword with my pinkie."

"That's cute."

"You must be hungry. Very hungry." The boy with the hat, together with the boys, prepared roasted chicken, sweet berries, bananas, fish, and corn all placed on top of a carved wooden table. Very smooth and very clean. Splendid work. Since there were no chairs, we just kneeled and dug in.

"I'm very sorry about this," he said. "Especially with what the lost boys did to you." He laughed a little. "So, what're your names?"

"MaXabiere."

"Chloriette."

"Lenard."

"And Victor."

"Cool. You know, MaXabiere is an odd name for me."

"Well, I did ask my parents about it once," I said.

"Say, by the looks and that symbol on your clothes, is it true that you're-" he looked around to make sure the lost boys wouldn't be able to hear a thing from him before putting his face close to ours. "Flash Warriors?"

"Yes. Yes, we are," I simply replied. "Why did you whisper? Is it a bad thing?"

"For the lost boys, tribals, pirates, and the mermaids? Yes."

"But why? We're the good guys." Chloriette's eyebrows slightly narrowed.

The boy with the hat scratched his head. "Let's just say it's a long story."

"So what did they mean when they said 'dangerous people'?" Lenard tossed a berry in his mouth. 

The older boy munched corn into his mouth. "Like you, thousands of them appeared so suddenly in Neverland. They almost caused a catastrophe in here. I know you Flash warriors are trying to do the right thing, while the other groups were . . . destructive."

"What other groups?" Chloriette asked.

"I think they called themselves 'Shadow knights'? Yeah. Anyway, here in Neverland, it's a long story about what happened. But we're fine now. Except guys like you should be more careful."

"Hey," I called out after I finished my chicken. "You seem very familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

The boy in a hat's eyes widened. "Wow, seriously? I didn't even know a warrior like you can recognize Peter Pan."

And with those two words, our souls left our bodies. "You're Peter Pan?!" I asked before we all gasped. "The boy who never grow up?!"

"Well, of course. Why? Do I look older than you thought?" A smile placed itself on my face, my heart filled with excitement. We've been rescued by the boy who never grew up! "You look far different from the books."

"If you're Peter Pan," Lenard asked. "Why are you dressed like that? It's not like you're in some kind of war, are you?"

Peter looked down. "Oh, this? It's just part of my upgrade. Neverland changed drastically."

"So that means, those must be the lost boys." We all followed Victor's gaze, looking at the lost boys as they chased each other around.

"Oh good, you realized just now," Lenard said.

"Yup, and if you're gonna ask where Captain Hook is, never mind that old fella'. He's the same as always. Same with his crew." Peter had the same smile from the stories. After that, we talked about the great history of Neverland and its adventures.

I said, "By the way, Peter Pan, there is a reason why we're here."

"Okay, I'm listening. I'm used to hearing everyone's explanations, anyway." The four of us told Peter Pan about our dangerous quest. About the three-headed dragon called Devastrigon or Triáda Katastrêfo about to destroy the world by the opening of the doors of death, the monster hiding in Mt. Impyerno, and the time we have to stab it in the heart, which is not gonna be easy. "And the map led us to an island with a portal to go to a place called World of Battleships but we ended up here, instead." I finished.

"And by the time we got here, two of our members were missing," Chloriette added.

"Gosh," Peter said. "I hope they'll survive long enough until we found them." Leaving Peter Pan to his thoughts for a minute, he suddenly broke the silence, his mind clear and made up. "About the place where you'll go to next, I think I know what you're talking about."

"You do?" Victor asked.

"Yeah! The lost boys and I went to the World of Battleships before. We thought it'll be fun but when we got there, it's all serious business," he beamed.

"Can you tell us the way, then?" Chloriette asked.

"I'm not that great when it comes to remembering stuff when it's new and no fun." Peter scratched his head. He then turned his head to the orange boy. "Slightly, do you know the way to the World of Battleships?"

"Nope."

"What about you, Nimbs?"

"Nah-uh."

"Cubby- oh never mind. The twins, do you know?"

"Not really." They responded in chorus.

"Tootles?" The small boy shook his head and they continued playing around. Peter Pan rests his head on the table. "Sorry guys, we've been there just once and that was a loooooong time ago." Suddenly, his mood changed from crestfallen to filled with hope when an idea came to mind. "Aha! I know who can tell!"

"Who?" We said in unison.

"My fairy, Tinker Bell."

A/N:

As you guessed, our heroes are in Neverland to find their way into the World of Battleships with a help of a fairy friend. So what do you think about the lost boys and this version of Peter Pan?