I stab a dagger on my desk in pure fury, beyond done with Peter Pan’s games. I lean over the map I’ve made of Neverland. It’s taken years to create, and I lean over it. I slam my only hand on the desk, in a murderous rage. Blast that Peter Pan! If I could only find that miserable brat’s hideout! I stare menacingly at the map, trying to figure out where the hideout could be. The crew and I have taken countless expeditions to the island, and have come up with nothing.
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