Author's Note: Well, here's the plot bunny that I mentioned at the end of Of Pan and Iris. I was searching through some other archives and found that there are a lot of Titanic crossovers with other stories...except this one. I thought it seemed like an interesting idea and so I decided to write it. Since I'm incorporating the story of Peter Pan into the story of Titanic, this will NOT be a carbon copy of the movie. Yes, some things are the same but some are different.

Also for this story, I made Peter and Wendy a bit older than they are in 2003 movie in order to take their love story to the 'next level' than it would have been if they were only fourteen. Now this does NOT mean a strictly sexual level. On that note, I want to assure you that the drawing and cargo hold scenes will appear in this story but not at all how they appear in the movie. This is Peter and Wendy we're talking about and I can hardly see Wendy asking Peter to draw her in the nude. The poor boy would have a heart attack!

Anyway, sorry this was so long but I had to clear a few things up first. Here's the first chapter and be sure to review!

Sailing to the Stars

Chapter 1

The Unsinkable Ship

10 April 1912

11:30 a.m.

The sun shone bright and clear over the harbor of Southampton, bringing with it the continued promise of a magnificent day especially if one were to be traveling at sea. As it so happened, a great number of people would be traveling by sea on the most magnificent ship built by man. TheRMS Titanic.

One such person was Wendy Moria Angela Darling, who gazed up at the monstrous vessel with both wonderment and trepidation. Surely something so mammoth could not possibly stay afloat for long?

"That's why it's called The Unsinkable Ship, Wendy," said her brother John, correctly interpreting her expression. "There's nothing in the world that can sink her!"

Wendy turned to look at her brother, who was smartly clad in a crisp traveling suit. His hat was sitting proudly atop his head and Wendy couldn't help but think that in such fine clothes that he looked far older than his thirteen years. Wendy herself (who was fifteen years old) was wearing a very simple yet elegant pale blue dress. It was one of the few dresses that she preferred of her vast wardrobe and was pleased that she could wear it on such an exciting day. She was also glad that she was not required to wear one of those ridiculously large hats, as it was customary for women to wear in public.

While John looked away to do his own gawking at the giant ship, Wendy directed her gaze to her mother who stood a few feet behind her. Unlike her daughter, Mary Darling was wearing a white hat with a wide oversized brim. Because of it, her face was hidden from view as she talked with her husband and another gentleman.

Wendy cringed internally at the sight of him. Although he was only seventeen, his demeanor and expensive suit made him appear at least twenty. His name was James Hooke and he was part of the reason as to why Wendy and her family were traveling on the Titanic that day.

James Hooke was the son of George Darling's employer at the bank where he worked. Recently the bank had fallen into hard times and James Hooke Sr. had not wanted to let go such a valuable man as Mr. Darling. So as a way of keeping him and letting him go, he had offered him a job as the head of one of the bank's branches in New York. The family's money had been steadily decreasing because of the failures and wanting to give his family the chance at a new start in the States, Mr. Darling had accepted the job. With his new position, the bank had paid for his family's tickets to travel in style aboard the greatest ship of the age.

The reason that James Hooke Jr. was traveling with them was (as his father had said) to assist Mr. Darling in starting out at the new bank and in an entirely new country. James had visited New York many times and knew the city like the back of his hand (or so he liked to boast to Wendy) and was more than eager to help Mr. Darling in any way that he could. But Wendy, privately felt that the only reason James had agreed to accompany them was to escape his father and to spend more time with her.

Ever since she had turned fifteen, her parents had been adamant that she begin courting and finding a husband. Wendy had no interest in marriage (at least not yet) and preferred to concentrate on her studies and having fun with her brothers. But her parents insisted that a proper young lady of the Edwardian era such as she did not partake in such activities any more. Most of her 'suitors' did not last more than a day and James, by far had been the only lucky one. At first, Wendy had found him to be very gracious and kind, if not a tad dry. But eventually she realized that he was more interested in money than her, much like his father was. But before she could do away with him, it had been time to leave for New York. So, she could only hope that being stuck with him on a boat for six days would show a different side of him.

She was drawn out of her ponderings by a sharp tug on her skirt. Wendy looked down to see her six-year-old brother, Michael looking up at her. He looked absolutely cherubic in his navy blue sailor suit and Wendy couldn't help but feel proud to be his older sister.

"Wendy, when are we going to get on the big boat? I'm bored!" he whined.

"It shouldn't be much longer, Michael," Wendy assured him. "We have to wait for the lower class passengers to board first."

"They certainly are taking their time too," James huffed, walking over to stand beside her. "Really, this ship is the grandest of all ocean liners and they are allowing riffraff like immigrants aboard! The nerve!"

"Anyone should be able to travel as they please," said Wendy a low voice. It was apparently too low for James to hear as he added, "But don't fret, my dear, I shall keep you safe from such people." Here he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. His piercing blue eyes, the same shade as forget-me-nots gazed into hers as he lowered her hand. Michael giggled at the gesture and Wendy shushed him.

ust then from somewhere aboard the ship, a whistle blew, signaling that the first class passengers could now begin to board. Wendy grabbed Michael's hand while (much to her displeasure) James linked her other arm through his. As the threesome followed Wendy's parents and John up the gangway, Michael squeezed her hand tightly in his excitement. As a crew member checked their tickets at the top of the gangway, Wendy stole a glance back at the harbor. She was leaving her beloved England for however long she didn't know, the thrill of adventure was building up inside of her and she felt that she couldn't be sad for long. The voyage on the great Titanic was only the first part of her new life and the rest was sure to beyond what she had ever dreamed of.

Smiling a final goodbye to her home country, she turned back to enter the great ship and embrace the adventures that awaited her.

Meanwhile, back on land, a group of fourteen boys ranging in age from six to sixteen huddled in an alleyway around a chalk drawn circle. Within the circle were two large marbles, the finalists in the longest game that any of the boys could remember having. What made the game so long was the desire for the prize: seven third class tickets aboard the Titanic, enough for only one of the two groups, or gangs as they preferred to label themsel

It was the groups' leaders that would decide their futures. One was a stocky sixteen-year-old with a quick temper and a wild crop of red hair called Rodger Davies. It was Rodger who had acquired the tickets, but how or where no one knew. But it was obvious that he wanted to go to America just as desperately as his opponent and his gang did.

Rodger's opponent was also sixteen and muscular as well but thin as a rail with tousled dirty blonde hair. He was called Peter Pan.

It was Peter's turn and he knew that his next move would decide not only his future but those of his comrades as well. He crouched low to the ground. His index finger poised to flick his large black marble like a trigger fires a bullet. He closed one eye, calculated the angle of his marble and with a deep breath, fired.

The marble shot straight and true, toward Rodger's red one and knocked it a good inch over the boundary line.

Peter let out a heavy sigh as his boys broke into wild cheers at his victory and looked up to meet Roger's furious gaze. "You cheated." The boy growled.

Peter laughed as he sat back on his knees and began collecting his marbles. "I won fair and square, Roger. Besides, I never cheat because that would be bad form! And bad form does not sit well with me." He grinned cockily as he slipped the marbles into a drawstring bag and handed them to their proper owner, Tootles who took them as if they were buried treasure.

Rodger glared at him for a moment before he snatched up the tickets and handed them to Peter.

"Thank you very much," said Peter, still grinning cockily as he pocketed the precious tickets. Then, he stood up, placed his newsboy cap at a jaunty angle on his head and held out his hand to Roger. The still furious boy stared at for a moment before shaking it roughly. "Good game, Peter." He muttered.

"Yes, it was a fine game," Peter agreed. "And now, if you lads don't mind, the Lost Boys and I have a boat to catch!" Then, with a joyful laugh, Peter turned and ran out of the alley toward the harbor, his fellow Lost Boys hot at his heels.

They stopped just outside the harbor entrance to celebrate their victory and catch a glimpse of the ship that would be their home for the next few days.

While the boys chatted excitedly about what the Titanic would look like on the inside, Peter was busy searching for his most prized possessions but could not find them anywhere about his person.

"Has anyone seen my---?" he began to ask the boys.

"Right here, Peter!" said Nibs, tossing him a battered rucksack.

Peter sighed with relief as he caught it and looked inside to find his brass telescope, a worn leather sketchpad and a scratched pennywhistle. He didn't know what he would do if he lost these things and gratefully flung the bag over his shoulder.

"Thank you, Nibs," he said to the younger boy.

"Don't worry, Pete, I knew you would be upset if you forgot them!" said Nibs, smiling broadly. But the smile vanished when he caught sight of Peter's intense glare. "My name is Peter, not Pete, Nibs," said his leader softly.

Nibs merely nodded vigorously to show that he understood, too scared to speak.

"Peter," asked one of the twins softly. So softly that Peter had to crouch down to his level in order to hear him. The twins were both six years old and were the youngest members of the group. And as such, Peter felt it was his responsibility to pay close attention to them in a sort of big brotherly way.

"Yes, Twin?" he asked.

"Are you sure this big ship can truly take us home?"

"Yes," said Peter confidently. "I believe it can. It's the best ship for the job." He smiled encouragingly and the Twin smiled back. Then Peter stood up and looked around at the others and said, "C'mon, lads. We don't want the greatest ship in the world to leave without us, do we?"

"NO!" yelled the Lost Boys in unison and without further instruction, they began sprinting towards the one ship known to be virtually unsinkable.

The Titanic loomed larger than ever as Peter and the boys stood at beginning of the gangway. They waited until the last few first class passengers had boarded before making their way slowly up to the crew member standing at the top. Peter handed him the six tickets and waited while they were inspected.

"Everything seems to be in order," said the sailor, as he handed the tickets back to Peter. "But, may I ask where your parents are?"

"Dead, sir," said Peter truthfully. "Died of the influenza. It was Mother's wish to send us to America to give us a better life, sir." He twisted his face into one that he hoped was full of sadness and despair. A little pity couldn't hurt, could it?

"And how old are you, lad?"

"Sixteen, sir."

"Alright, well, I see no other problems. Off you go and welcome aboard."

"Thank you very much, sir!" Peter said happily and nearly skipped aboard the ship. When he and the others were standing inside halfway down the hall, Peter turned to his motley crew and exclaimed. "I do believe that we are the luckiest lads in all of England!" The boys cheered in reply and then they ran down the rest of the hall to find their room and to begin what was surely going to be the greatest adventure of their lives.

Author's Note: Well, I hope the first chapter wasn't too long/boring. The second one is a lot shorter which I will post sooner if you take the time to REVIEW! They make my day!