Not all those who wander are lost

Belle had anticipated that the treasure would be well guarded of course, Peter Pan was not someone to take lightly and neither was the pirate that stood in front of the thick bars smirking as though she could not get out. Her eyes lit up in an annoyed glare while a smirk lifted on her lips, she let the hood fall from her head and leaned casually against the wall at her back. She wasn't famous for being a thief if she gave up after the first try after all.


"I doubt that's any of your business anyway" she huffed crossing her arms over her chest feeling exposed without her familiar weapons at her side, the damn pirates had taken it from her when one misstep had cost her the first chance at the jewels "besides I won't be dying by the likes of you or your filthy pirates" she taunted, however unlucky to have been caught she was more than lucky that Pan hadn't heard the news of yet.

Annabelle watched the pirate closely, her lips still firmly set in a smug grin but her eyes admiring the handsome man. Though as truthful as it was, whatever took place aboard his ship was as much his business as hers, she did not feel the need to share it with him. Instead her eyes drifted subtly to his belt where several keys glistened in the pale moon light, if only she could get her hands on them. Of course that meant she'd still have to get to the treasure and escape the island, her hand softly caressed the locket around her neck wherein her only hope of escaping stayed as hidden as her attentions, a magic bean.

"I suppose it is your business" she told him rather focusing on the keys "but whether I want to let you in on my little secret, that's my choice" she seductively stepped forward, closer to the thick bars and thus the pirate "and as clean as you may be" she slipped her slender fingers through and placed it on his chest "you're still a pirate" she didn't risk her eyes traveling to her other hand, the very hand sneakily moving towards the keys. She didn't intend staying within his prison for much longer.

Annabelle had greatly underestimated the pirate, he had through some of her best tactics, but to be fair he was a pirate and in some way he too was as sneaky as she was. Yet she still had a surprise well hidden up her sleeve. Perhaps it wasn't so wise for them to throw her overboard, after all he did not know what she did and she was pretty sure he would not be too fond of the idea once he'd found out.

"I might be a thief captain" she told him a frown slowly growing over her lips, she was offended that he had called her common "but I am for from common" she argued, her voice harsh and irritated and a glare playing in her eyes. She looked disgusted at the pirate who answered his captain's calls, she was far more content dealing with the pirates than pan and his lost boys. Besides she wasn't a good swimmer and that in itself was threat enough to her life. She could feel her fists growing tense at her side nervously touching the empty sheaths at her side, of course she'd put up a fight but was there any chance of winning on a ship full of pirates? All she knew for certain was that she would not die on Neverland, not because of pirates or children and at the thought she felt her familiar defenses rise and her eyes met the Captain's with a firm glare.

Annabelle bit her lip in thought, never even considering if the pirate saw her tense and nervous. Once again ,out of pure instinct her fingers clutched at her locket, if she let the pirates throw her overboard she could easily use the bean to escape Pan but there were more things worth taking aboard the Jolly Roger. Her eyes narrowed and she watched the shackles dangling dangerously, almost taunting her. She knew the dangerous reputation of the lost boys, she knew how cruel and vicious their leader could be but the pirate left her uncertain and at a loss for words.

"You really are a piece of work" she angrily told him gripping one of her hands around the thick bars and looking to the floor. She wanted desperately to turn back the clock and never be caught but time was wasting and the captain would not wait forever for an answer.

"And tell me Captain?" she asked him when she finally pulled herself together and returned to a defensive demeanor, her hand still holding the locket but her feet putting distance between the two of them "if I tell you" her eyes met his and she prayed he would be truthful "what would become of me? Will I still be treated as a thief to rot in this Godforsaken prison?" she knew with time she'd find her way out of their clutches but she had come for something far more valuable. A compass, one that could answer her greatest question and quench her wildest desire. Would he grant her freedom or would she be condemned to a land she could not call home?