Wait here for my signal.

Wait here?

Peter!

Thus Wendy first laid eyes on the dark figure who haunted her stories.

She saw the piercing eyes and was not afraid...

...but entranced.

Mr. Smee?

That you, captain?

Brimstone and gall, man. What do you think you're doing?

But we put the children on the rope, captain, like you said.

Set them free!

Set them free?

What about your trap?

Set them free, or I'll plunge my hook in you.

I don't know what he wants with them. I'm just a blithering idiot.

Chain them up. Let them go.

And take your cat with you.

- Mr. Smee? -Aye, captain?

- Any sign of him? -No, captain.

Where are the children?