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to steal.

So you want me to fly from the

dock, over to one of the...

What? Speak now,

or forever hold your peace.

Are we meant

to have stopped?

PETER; Whoa.

Heave! Heave!

Forget the Skyport.

You have to do it now.

Are you waiting

for a formal invitation?

- Go! Now!

- I'm afraid of heights!

What? You can fly!

Yesterday was my first time.

Well, you better fly again,

or we're all gonna fall

for the last time.

Might we bicker

about this later?

Smee! The sword!

Yeah, that's gonna work, kid.

Get up there

and wave it at 'em.

Heave!

That was close.

Do you know

how to work a ship?

How hard could it be?

- Smee! The rope!

- Yes! Yes!

- Clear!

Boy!

Whoa!

This is a lot harder

than it looks!

Yeah! We're sailin' now!

Well, do you have

anything to say?

I worked really hard

setting up that table.

What? Forget the table.

Pick them up later.

If that boy makes it

to the natives,

you can forget any chance

of us winning this war.

All will be lost.

We'll find them, sir.

They can't have gone far.

Well, then where are they?

Get me that boy

before the savages do!

Dead ahead!

Ahhh!

Smee! Get off my leg!

I think

I'm gonna be sick!

The wall! The wall!

Somebody, please help me!

Turn!

Smee! Get the sails up!

We need a strong headwind

to make the jump!

What jump?

Home! We're gettin'

the heck off this island!

No-ho!

You said we'd find my mother!

I'm not leaving Neverland!

Well, not now, anyway!

Get the sails up!

The sails!

This is gonna be

a little rough!

Put the sails up!

How many times...

I am not to be disturbed

when I'm at the Rejuvenator!

Yes?

I am sorry, Captain,

but it's about the boy.

Mmm-hmm?

The stolen ship went down

in the Neverwood.

So the boy is lost?

Yes, sir. He is a lost boy.

But our best men

are searching for him now.

I am surrounded by imbeciles.

Must I do everything myself?

Sir, you can't really believe

that this pipsqueak

is the one.

He hardly seems capable.

His mother

hardly seemed capable either,

and yet, here we are.

The deal was

to help me find my mother.

You were gonna break it.

That's very wrong.

No, you broke the

deal first. You lied to us.

No, I fibbed. I can fly.

Just not every day.

Whoa!

Our only way

off this island

and now it's in pieces.

Satisfied?

Well, yes. I'm quite content.

'Cause I don't wanna

get off this island.

All the years that I've

wasted planning to get out.

All gone.

Hey! Quit messing around.

It's not safe in here.

PETER". Every ship has one.

A what?

PETER". A map.

What does that say?

"Tribal Territory. "

Exactly.

The prophecy said,

"A boy would lead the tribe. "

So what? You don't care.

I do. Keep going.

Well, Blackbeard thinks

the prophecy is about me,

which means

my mum is from here,

which means the natives

might know where she is.

HOOK". Are you insane?

Those savages would just

as soon kill you as help you.

- Ever met one?

No!

And I don't plan to.

Well, they might be very nice.

I'm not afraid of 'em.

There's a fine line between

bravery and suicide, kid.

I'm off to go find the

Tribal Territory. Oh, goodbye!

He won't last an hour

out there.

His problem. Not ours.

Thing is,

if he was the chosen one...

If that prophecy is real,

trust me, he ain't it.

But if they thought he was...

They believed he was...

I bet they'd handsomely reward

anyone who brought him

to them.

Well, they haven't got a ship.

Yeah, but they could get one.

Who's fought the pirates

more than the natives?

If anyone could find a way,

it's them.

Just remember,

when we find those

oh-so-sweet-natured locals,

true or not, you tell them

you're their savior.

Then, we'll go

our separate ways. Got it?

Why would you want to leave

a place like this?

Where will you go?

I don't know. Somewhere

I'm a little higher up

on the food chain,

for starters.

What was that?

Somethin' a little higher up

on the food chain.

Oh.

Oh, that is pretty, Hook.

Do you see that?

We got pirates tryin'

to shoot us down with cannons.

Nearly falling a thousand feet

to our deaths.

Twice. Shipwrecked.

And you see

something like that

and you think to yourself,

"Oh, worth it. "

Are you an orphan?

My ma left me.

That count?

Well,

do you remember her?

I'm not wasting tears missing

someone who never missed me.

Maybe she does.

How can you know?

Do you really believe

your mum's here?

Well, she left me

a note saying...

Oh, well,

if she left you a note, sure.

Just 'cause yours

never loved you...

Stop.

...doesn't mean

my mum never loved me.

Stop talking right now.

Did you hear that?

It was a deafening

nightmare shriek.

How can anyone

not have heard...

Shh.

That's a Neverbird.

And so is that.

What're we gonna do?

We need a plan.

We need a plan!

Run!

We'll lose them

in the mist! Go!

Go!

Run, Smee!

Their faces

are terrible,

but their feathers

are quite lovely.

Shut up and run!

Go!

Smee!

Peter!

Hook? Is that you?

Peter.

Hook, they've got Smee.

No.

Don't worry. Everything's

gonna be all right!

I knew we'd find the natives.

We're saved.

Please! I'm ready

to go home now, please.

Let me handle this.

Good fair lady.

We come in peace.

And with treasure.

May I proudly

present to you...

Pan!

Pan!

Pan!

Pan! Pan!

Pan!

Pan! Pan!

Pan!

Smee!

- Smee!

- What?

What are they singing about?

Search me!

ALL; Pan! Pan!

What's going on? What's "Pan"?

The Pan is

our tribe's bravest warrior.

It's our tradition

to grant you the chance to win

your freedom before

we kill you and your friends.

Kill?

What do you mean, "kill"?

You are our sworn enemy.

You're pirates.

Pirates?

We're not pirates. Hold on!

The kid is the one

you've been waiting for.

Listen!

Your chance to live,

your fiercest fighter

against ours. Our Pan.

You win, you live.

- You lose...

- I get the idea.

Huh?

Bye for now.

Pan!

So how do we know

when to start?

Whoa.

Whoa!

Whoa!

"Oh!

- Smee!

- What?

We have to tell them

about my mother.

No one cares

about your darn mother!

Sorry, that was a bit harsh.

Ahh!

%GROANS)

- (ALL GASP)

Okay.

Your Highness.

I was hoping to get you alone.

Stop!

The little one.

He wears the Pan.

He's a boy

that can fly.

I've seen it. It's terrific.

We call this

the Memory Tree.

It was a time of war.

Blackbeard destroyed

everything in pursuit

of the Pixum.

But then,

the chief made a pact

with the great fairy king,

uniting our peoples

against the pirates.

One night, the king's son,

the fairy prince,

found his way

onto Blackbeard's ship.

Her name was Mary,

the love of Blackbeard's life

and his most prized

possession.

Night after night,

the prince visited Mary.

But when Blackbeard

discovered them,

he flew into a jealous rage.

So in order to save her,

the prince took human form.

But though fairies can live

many thousands of years,

in human flesh,

they can live only one day.

The prince sacrificed his life

for the girl he loved.

And the child of that love

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