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Peter Pan and Me	By : Neckar Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 3675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 8: DID I SAY FUN?
The worst thing that could happen. That's what will happen. To me, it was the worst. For Peter could be killed. He could die if pricked, if shot, if blown up. He's eternal but not immortal if you know what I mean. He'll live forever barring accidents and/or being stabbed, shot, etc. You get the idea.
Anyhow, one never knew when he was telling one the truth or pretending or just plain lying. I mean he'd go out and not say one thing about this and you knew by his smugness that he'd had an adventure. I mean one time...other times he'd come back and brag about something he did and I was sure he was lying. Both times, at times, oh dear. There were so many times. I mean he was the consumate adventurer. He was stronger than most boys, the match or equal to most men, physically he was the best boy ever. I wondered often if he was indeed aging, bit by bit, an inch here for every 100 years, 8 inches for every 1000 or so on...he seemed to me to be about 9 or 10 when he first came to me but now...he seemed almost 12 or 13 or even dare I say it 14. He was shorter than I at times but mostly he was taller...my little man and he was so endearing in that he didn't really know he was like a little man...like a real father or ....dare I say it lover. I mean we didn't yet...he slept with me of course and his warm presense was always felt and needed...and comforting. He'd innocently spoon me every now and then, sometimes for weeks straight and there was no sex involved. A lot of the time around him I'd be hard as a herd of elephant legs and he's not notice. I wondered if he notice me at all really. I wondered if he cared at all or as he said loved me at all. I mean he was so wrapped up in himself and his adventures...oh where was I...his adventures solely. I mean one time I'd go out and knew he had an adventure because I'd find the body of a renegade Indian, a bright red hole where his belly button should have been. Or a pirate...or even a grizzly bear gone rabid. Peter was such a savage.
Athletically he could match any boy and better him and most men. Ahh, but this Kickai was quite the man. Handsome, long haired, on the verge of great manlieness, a match for Peter Pan I can tell you. But it was during Peter's LONG trips outward that I was left alone for a long time. I'd give Peter a week, then a day. And then I waited. I'd give him another day and another. And I would swear somehow, maybe unconsciously or psyhically he would know my last straw before I'd chuck it all in and return home and that would be that. He'd pop up flying down...sometimes with a new Lost Boy...more on them later...and I'd say that I'd been about to go home and he'd just reply, "Don't be silly, oh."
I know you long enoug and that long being, I suppose it is time that I give you my name. Not one I am very proud of. It's Chase. I suppose it meant something, that I'd been chasing around after Peter and adventures and Lost Boys, cute Indian braves, and even the friendly pirate or two but mostly after Peter...and he'd say, "Chase, don't be silly, I've a new lost boy for you to father." It didn't matter that I'd be jealous but there were some really, really cute lost boys. Take the new one, the currently only one, Jennie, a girl's name to be sure but a boyish boy to be sure. He was so cute. Yet he was just a baby ...it used to be that Lost Boys became Lost Boys because they fell out of their baby ambulators in the hospital but I sort of thought that they fell into a space time warp, a hole in time and space to come here. I mean where was here? Peter just would say, "Oh Chase, here is here. Never land." Maybe the name meant that it was no where, no time, no place, no space. Otherwise how would one explain the fact that 17th century pirates were here in 2004 or was this even 2004? Certainly there were more moons and suns here than on the mainland. And the Indians were right out of pre Columbus times, maybe. Peccinines I think Peter called them. For a boy who could not read or write or do maths, he sure knew a lot.
I worried when he was gone this long. You see sometimes he'd come back and take his knife out and approach me, "Who goes there, intruder?" He'd forgotten me. I seem to recall he would have forgotten Wendy, John and Micheal too just as they flew from London to Neverland and during the trip he had solo adventures in the Heavens and the seas and would return. He stowed his knife when I told him my name but even then I wasn't sure he really knew me or recalled my as a friend. He said the same thing to me that he told Wendy, "I say, Chase, if ever I should not remember you, as I haven't had that yet happen..." He had. "Just tell me your name over and over again and I will remember you." At times like that he was somehow vulnerable and falliable and I liked that.
Jennie, was a selectively mute boy. He didn't talk a word. Peter knew why but wouldn't say. I don't thik whatever bothered Jennie was something that Peter could get over himself. Still, the mute boy and I watched from trees as Peter drew a circle in the sand around himself in the jungle..ahh, he was a jungle boy, and as he did this, he dared the lions to cross it. Knife out he waited. I also seem to recall he did this too for Wendy and the Lost Boys back then too. This time he just went to sleep after an hour of the loins just laying there and being defied.
You see as an athlete he did it all. I mean he was the rockclimber, self flown bungiee jumper, rapid river rider, cliff diver, cliff scaler, hang glider, and he would swim further and faster than any Mark Spitz (for those of you to young to recall he was a champion swimmer in the 1970s) and any Triathlon star, young or old or in between. He could dive deeper than any submarine, something to do with his grace among Mermen and Maids. He could fly without much sleep if any. He would fight and train in technques and styles and with swords of all types from all nations and some he must have just made up: I mean who would fight with a sword sticking out from between one's legs? Uh hem. And who would fight with their upper body sticking down and under and through their stance from behind? What? He was something else and his physicality is what made him also so loveable. It was him. He was a major physical being, a nature boy. He'd also wrestle bears BARE. Best indians in their own cultural games and tests of, ironically, manhood. He'd often tell me that tests of manhood are shams if a boy who could never grow up, who would never grow up, who didn't want to grow up could best them.
What was so infuriating about him was he would sometimes play games in the middle of a serious adventure, even ones I was on. He'd also would change sides in the middle of a battle. I once witnessed him fighting indians against another tribe of indians and suddenly he was on the other side! It was all a game to him. One time on the pirate ship...ahh the pirate ship. That was the point of this. On his mission to find Jennie, Peter was gone. It was during these long missions that I would spy on the pirates, land on their ship, and with stealth I'd learned from the great Pan, I'd spy on them. I heard the handsome, big muscled black man (he had such a body and such a nice outtie navel) Brook, talk to others about Kickai.
Now Kickai was attractive, a nice boyish face, some facial hair but not much, hints of a beard, all very unattractive to Peter but to me...I don't know. There was something nice about him to the eye. But that was all. Kickai I came to learn from these spying missions and from later encounters was totally without love, totally without any genuine kindness about him. He was hate. And he hated so thoroughly that it scared me. Peter just told me to put it aside and forget it. But to always leave Kickai to him. He knew Kickai would and could kill me in a second to get revenge on Peter. And Peter knew this also. It was always about him. Sigh. Anyway, Kickai was hatching a plan more sinister than that and it involved Hook's supernatural endowed Hat and Peter's game of changing sides. More on that later.
What would I have to go back to if I flew back home while Peter was gone for weeks at a time? The longest time was a month and I thought I would die. I was playing my own game of give him one more day and finally just as I packed my bags and was going home, I realized what waited me there: early bedtimes, early rises to go to work that I hated mostly, bossed around by people who cared not for their work, garbage cans, taking out the garbage, bills, taxes, death...old age and no sex! This time I was most depressed but then that marvelous green wearing blond (yes mostly blond but sometimes he's scare me the way he could and would change his own hair color at will) rode the air and the wind back down the underground house and filled me with happiness and glee and gayness. He was laughter and he was light. He was beauty. Yes he would and could be other things too but...
One time, our second time on the pirate ship, Peter went to try to get Hook's hat, which he remembered he threw to the sea after once trying it on. Actually he put it on twice that he knew of, and yes he recalled it. Sometimes he would remember things, not always people though. And other times he REALLY did forget Wendy, poor long dead Tink, Micheal, John, Slightly, loyal blond Nibs, and the rest, even Hook. But he did recall that Hook's hat made him once really bad, really evil to his friends...an evil Dark Pan, that scared me. I WOULD NOT WANT PETER PAN AS AN ENEMY or attacker. Anyhowwww, the last time he wore it was after he actually lead Hook to the croc's mouth...okay let's not beat around his bush...he killed Hook. And it had the same effect on him. I think he gave Slightly a dozen lashes himself for some slight thing Slightly had done. But on the ship that second time, Peter asked Kickai about Hook's hat and how the fairies (one named Olivier) told him that Kickai had picked up the hat on the sea. Kickai denied it but his evil malice was such that I knew he was lying. Peter just, however, accepted it. "Oh, oh very well," and was about to fly away when stupidly I told Peter that he shouldn't just take Kickai's word for it. Well, Peter and Kickai fought with swords after this and Peter killed a few pirates and even cut off Kickai's thumb on his left hand which angered him greatly.
And then...Peter just declared, "Chase, you know what? I'm a pirate today!" Then he turned to the black cook who came out onto the deck with a hatchet and turned to me and ordered, "Get him!"
"What?" I said, "Wait a minute! I want to be a pirate too! I mean always wanted to be a pirate!"
Peter shrugged, "You have?"
"Yes," I patted my belly and said something pirate-y cliche, "Yo ho and a bottle" type of thing.
"Very well!" Peter said, "We are all pirates on this ship!"
Kickai had picked up his thumb and cried as another pirate, the ship's medic I think, a really dirty looking old man, was bandaging up the wound. Kickai yelled, "What? I don't think so!"
"Beggin yer pardon sir, if we become well like them, then we can still split them stem to stern."
"What? WHAT?" Kickai looked at him and then waved the doc off, "Be gone foul medic."
"Foul? Why is he foul? I mean I don't disagree with you but..."
"Silence!" Kickai yelled at me and waved his sword, "Welp!"
Brook, the cook, whispered to me, "Foul's his name, see?"
"Oh."
Peter looked, "Well since I am a pirate and the obvious choice for admiral..."
"WHAT?????"
"Well look, I cut your thumb off! So you can't bite it when you see lost boys."
When Peter wasn't here, everyone got along a lot better. Pirates sometimes met lost boys and just bit their thumbs at them and vice versa. Kickai looked, "Wellll," he said evilly, "I am a lost boy leader I am the great Pan," he said dripping with sarcastic menace.
Peter's face made a vee with his eyebrows, "You are? I'll be keelhauled if I let any Pan attack me!" And he ran at Kickai and they bade swords at each other and Pan had Kickai down on the ground and flipped as he flew between his legs and then...
"I'm tired of this. Let's do a new game," Peter flew up to me.
"Oh, but...but he...you could have..."
"C'mon," Peter said, "Let's go, we're lost boys again or maybe we can do a new game and just be nothing. Sit and do nothing. I like the sound of that game. Did that once and pretended to be John and Micheal who did nothing before they came here. Then after they left...well it was very sad."
We hovered. We said nothing. I gulped. "Peter, Peter. They left. I'm here."
"Yes," Peter said, "Thimble time for you." And with that for the first time he kissed me heavily on the lips and I swear some tongue was in there. "Like that?" He pulled his head back. As he kissed me, he had floated his body back up horizontally and then vertically. He bumped into me. "Fairies sometimes do that to each other. I've seen them."
"Hmm, uhm, than...thank goodness for fairies then," I had my eyes shut for a long time.
Peter looked down, "Oh, what is that?"
"Oh, uhm, that's uhm, when I get really happy I get...."
"I'm often happy and I've sometimes felt that when you spooned me...or is it forked me? Have you forked me?"
I choked. "Hum, uhm, eh, huh? Ha. Peter, it's a adult thing."
And to my surprise instead of just dismissing it, he pushed for more info. "And that thing expands? I've felt it on my back sometimes when you are touching against me."
"Yeah, but can we talk about this later?" I didnt want to talk about it at all. I felt like I was teaching him something that nature didn't really want to teach him.
And besides all this time, the pirates were not idle. They had prepared the cannon and fired. We left just in time. A large blast hit the sky we had been in just moments before. But as I've said, Kickai was hatching an evil plan in his black heart. He cared not for his mother, his crew or his own life even. He lived just to be evil, to be malice, to be blood. And he was mad. Angry and mad, insane and not at all happy. And I remembered Peter's words, "Leave Kickai to me, promise me that." It was that he cared about me not getting killed by Kickai, who was second only to Peter in sword fighting skills. I loved him for that. He did love me. Yet, since he had so many solo adventures and adventures with others that I didnt know about, wasn't it time I had some of my own? No, not if it meant having them with Captain Kickai!
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