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And what was a pirate, really, but a boy grown, with a real sword and a mustache?
“Ah, so many of us look for adventure and wind up as slaves, one way or another,” the pirate said philosophically. “When you’re young, you think the world will make room for who you are and what you want.…And then you find the world of adults is even more limiting than the world of children. With no room for adventure, much less yer own thoughts.”
Though the task seemed endless, nevertheless she persisted.”
“Never Land isn’t just a simple place of childhood dreams—because childhood dreams are actually never simple.
Some children are so twisted by hate from others they can dream of nothing but hate.
Not because she was a girl who wanted to take care of others and find a place for herself; because she was a human who wanted adventure and quests and a reason for getting up in the morning and a purpose in life. To escape the role and future others wanted for her.
We shall indulge the reader with the answer to exactly two of these questions, even as we indulge the author in a bit of fourth wall breakage.
To be the same talky, nervous Wendy forever? To always have the same desire to make others like her by taking care of them? To always be the same lonely girl who never fit in any world? To always dream and never do?
Sometimes stories needed to be pushed along. Things needed to happen. People were needed to do things.
“Things are changing, Captain Hook. Never Land is changing. Slowly. It is settling in, aging. “And, it is obvious—you are as well.”
“And those who haven’t made a decision one way or the other, or have chosen not to choose.
“Come on, Tink,” Wendy begged. “You can make it. I know you can. I believe in you. I believe in you and fairies and Never Land. I know you wouldn’t leave me or Peter Pan or this world. Please, Tinker Bell. I believe in you.” Silence. And then…the faintest of jingles. No, Wendy. I believe in you.
