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(Like this but more realistic)

Sara wedged her canoe into a small crevice behind the rather massive rock. She climbs up a smaller rock on her way to the opening of the cave which was the nose of the skull. She rubs the moss that was sticking to her gloves onto the cleaner parts of the stone a little disgusted by the green slop. When she got to the opening she took her telescope out from her pouch and looked out at the see.

Jace was patrolling the ship and watching the crew members scrub the deck. He looked out over the glistening sea, and noticed a little glint at Skull Rock. Suspicious, he grabbed his things and lowered himself down into a small rowboat, ordering for one of the pirates to lower him into the ocean.

Sara saw a pirate ship sailing along the past the rock, then she noticed a smaller boat being lowered into the water. She stood up with a gleam of mischief in her eyes. She climb higher up because it is always better to be on higher ground when facing a foe, and to her all pirates were foes. She withdrew her bow and arrows ready if she was to be threatened.

Jace's muscles flexed as he rowed through the choppy waves and reached the shore of Skull Rock. He climbed out, and searched for the gleaming object, retrieving his sword from his sheath slowly.

Sara smirked as she saw the pirate take out his sword, she was always looking for a little fun. She moved down lower to get a better look, and a better shot just in case he was more skilled than she. This thought of course made her laugh to herself, no one was more skilled than her. She pushed a strange of her strawberry blonde hair out of her eyes so she could focus on her target.

Jace heard a giggle come from a corner of the cave and he lowered his sword. He wasn't about to fight anyone today, but he should probably warn the person that he was a nice pirate, and if the others found her/him they would be dead. "I just want to talk." His voice echoed through the caverns of Skull Rock.

"Talking is no fun," Sara jumped down from her high position gracefully landing on her feet. She drew her bow up aiming it at him, "Why would a pirate such as yourself want to talk to me?" she moved to a better angle a smirk placed smugly on her lips. She flipped her hair to the side effortlessly as the wind blew a cool breeze.

"To warn you that if you don't get out of here, the nasty pirates will come and kill you." He said simply, and placed his sword back in it's sheath. His shoulder-length dark hair blew gently in the wind, casting attractive shadows over his chiselled features. He looked like a greek god.

"Kill me?" Sara laughed not lowing her bow, "no one can kill me, I am to clever and smart." She moved onto a higher rock making her about two feet higher up than him. "And how do I know you aren't one of these 'nasty' pirates," she grinned at word he used to describe those ruthless killers. All pirates were bad in her eyes, she knew that and wouldn't let anyone change her mind.

"You are very confident of yourself." He noted, raising an eyebrow. Though he didn't like this girl, he wasn't about to send her to her deathbed. He hopped back in the little rowing boat and was about to push off the shore. He had warned her, and that was as much as he could do.

This pirate was strange, not many pirates would walk away from a fight. No pirate had ever walked away from her, they had always figured she was easy to kill but she had always proven them wrong. "Till we meet again pirate," she smirked lowering her bow sensing no threat from him, "next time I won't be so nice." It wasn't like her to just let them walk away, like a coward, but she had better things to do with her time then mess around with some lame excuse for a pirate.


((As you can tell, she dislikes pirates, lol, she's a little mean))

Jace rolled his eyes at her and headed off in the little row boat, returning to the ship and ordering for his men to return to the mainland.

Wendy approached Skull rock, paddling on her canoe. She stepped onto the wet pebbly shore in the cavernous mouth of skull rock and tied up her canoe. 'Where is that boy?' She asked herself crossly. He was probably out here, up to some more mischief. Drawing her dagger, she called, "Peter! Peter! Where are you? We need to talk!"

"Who is this peter you speak of?" Sara laid at the top of the skull rock trailing her fingers along the skull completely bored. She was a little amused to see a little girl here, in a dangerous place, but if there was one person who knew not to underestimate girls, it was Sara. She shifted her gaze to the girl eyeing her curiously wondering whether or not to draw out her sword.

Wendy raised an eyebrow at the newcomer, and sheathed the dagger. "Why, Peter Pan," she said. "He's my friend, you see and I need to talk to him." She made a courtsey. Her 1625 Londoner's manners had not left her. "Wendy Darling."

"I know Peter Pan, I know him quite well, I am sad to say that he is not here," She sits up straight and slides down the rock effortlessly into one of the eyes holes. She crouches down to get a better look at the girl, "My name is Sara Stone, I'm as Renown as Peter but people recall his name better." Although Peter was a friend of hers she disliked that he was more well-known than she. Sara had battled as many pirates and slain as many beasts. She too had a story much like his, but they always seemed to like him more.

"Oh," Wendy was disappointed. "He's been getting on my nerves lately, always disappearing here and there..." She trailed off and mumbled, "though I do wish he knew what a 'thimble was'."

"A thimble?" Sara smirked, "how can he not know what a thimble is?" She was dumbfounded, she knew exactly what it was, this only made it harder for her to understand why people liked him more. She jumped down off of the rock with perfect grace landing in front of the girl. She wasn't a threat, all she carried was a small dagger and she didn't seem like the type of person to start a fight.

"Long story." Wendy sighed. "It's more of a metaphorical thimble, not an actual one." Looking at Sara, she said, "my my my, you look a lot like him! Same clothes and all..." She smiled.

"Yes, we share the same style, the same views, and the same story, yet I am no one compared to him," She sat down on a sturdy rock kicking her boots onto a smaller one. She sighed, many times has she been compared to him, which of course she takes as a compliment, but it is also a little upsetting for her. "So what is this metaphor you speak of?" she was a curious person, a very curious person indeed.

Wendy sat down, turning her back to Sara. "A kiss," she whispered. "He knows not of love."

"Peter denies it, he knows the feeling or the emotion, he denies it because it only means he's closer to being grown up," Sara felt the same way. She knew she would never love, she could love but she refuses. Loving someone is a big step, a step towards being an adult, a step which leads to marriage. Sara grimaced, she hated the idea of growing old, of becoming mature and outdated. No one would ever be able to convince her otherwise.

Wendy buried her face in her hands. "Ignorant boy," she whispered.

(Not wanting to be a meany face, but try to make your post two lines or more, its in shawns rules)

"Agreed," Sara nodded, she knew the statement to be true. Although her agreeing with Wendy probably isn't helping her at all with her love trouble. "If you're seeking love from him, you are wasting your time, but if you truly love him I suppose you shouldn't give up hope."

(sorry)

"Yes, I suppose" Wendy sniffed, brushing the tears away. "I don't see why though. Why can he not love? he's so alone," she trailed off. "I suppose being friends for now is fine." Sighing, she stood up and faced Sara again.

((Its okay :D Im going to bed after this, so goodnight! ))

"There are many mysteries about boys that have yet to be solved," Sara said calmly, "Peter has many mysteries and secrets." She watched as Wendy stood up and turned to face her, she felt a little sad for the girl. She loved someone who would not love her back. The sadness soon drifted away, Sara wasn't the type of person to remain sad for a long time. Her emotions were quick and then she moved on, she couldn't never stay sad because she always had something to be happy about.

((Good night))
"Yes, there are," Wendy replied sadly. She looked at Sara again. "I bet you have many secrets."

"Me," Sara said moved off of the rock, "I have more secrets than Peter," she laughs, "I also have more mysteries too." This was true, Sara was older than peter, she has been in neverland longer. Everything about her was a mystery, but there was one difference about her and peter. Sara's mysteries will never be solved.

"Hey tink," Wendy says as she sees the little chiming fairy fly over to her. "Have you seen Peter lately?" The folds of her blue dress rippled in the breeze as tink chimed some more, sprinkling golden fairy dust everywhere.

((Please keep in mind that this is an advanced rp, so you need to write more than just a sentence, a little detail goes a long way.))

"Tink! Come back!" Wendy shouted as the fairy sped off. Annoyed, she turned back to Sara.

"Please! Tinkerbell! Does it help if I tell you that Peter's been getting on my nerves lately?" Wendy shouted at Tink. ((Make her come back, pleease!! :)))

"Sorry, aren't I your friend. I suppose more of an acquaintance." Wendy muttered at the little sprite, "But please, have you seen Peter? I need to talk to him. It's really urgent." She fiddled around with her brown locks, gazing back at Tinkerbell with blue eyes.

"Hmpf," Sid Wendy, slightly annoyed. "What have you been up to? I thought you stuck to him like a burr. I haven't seen him in weeks."

(( Please Meiyu try to add more detail, it is really easy and doesn't take long I promise.

Ex: Tinkerbell's nose crinkled at the sight before her. Wendy was not exactly the person she wanted to talk to, even looking at her was asking too much. She crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air refusing to talk to the girl. ))

((Much better, thank you :D ))

"Yes, well," Siad Wendy, used to the spiteful way Tinkerbell was talking to her, "I've been wandering Neverland with not much on my mind. I've almost completely forgotten home in London. I need to tell Peter that I've made up my mind that I'm never going back. But there's something much more urgent on my mind that I have to tell him so if you see him around, please tell him that I'm looking for him. I think I can trust you for this one thing, Tinkerbell." Looking at the fairy once more, she said, "you seem to be glowing brighter than usual today."

Seeing Tink's suspicious expression, Wendy said, "I'm not playing tricks on you, Tinkerbell. Thank you for telling him. I do wonder what he's been up to lately. I sort of miss him..." She said the last phrase in a whisper, and looked out onto the ocean.

Wendy saw Tink's expression become slightly angry. The fairy's wings bristled and she acquired a fain reddish glow. "Sorry," Wendy apologized.

Wendy gave a small smile to the fairy. "Thank you, Tinkerbell." Wendy changed the subject. "Any idea what captain Hook's been up to lately? I hope he's not devising out another demented plan to kill off Peter..." Wendy furrowed her brow and then said, "you don't think he's got Peter, do you?"

"Yes, you're right," Wendy agreed. "But Hook did manage to catch him once... I just hope he's not being stupid."

"Luck." Wendy snorted. "I have a hunch that some day his LUCK is going to run out and something terrible will happen to him. I fear for him, we would be nowhere without him."

"I hope it doesn't," Wendy murmured, then sighed audibly. "Somehow you have seemed to take a brighter and kider turn towards me." She said.

Sara moved to a rock farther away from them, she had heard a noise in the small cave that interested her far more then there conversation. She really didn't feel like listening about Peter. Quickly she withdrew her sword and climbed up the stone slowly.

Wendy laughed. "Bad? In what sense?" She said, the folds of her blue nightgown. She tightened the blue bow in her hair.

"By Sara," Wendy called.

((oh ok. haha))

"Wrong pronunciation?" Wendy teased. "Thanks tink."

Sara waved to the girl before entering the cave. It was dark with a faint sound of dripping water onto stone. She wished at the moment that she had something to light the way, it wasn't very smart to go into a cave without light. She considered backing out of the cave, but where is the adventure in that? She continued going forward into the cave listening closely to the sounds.