"Lost Boys! FALL IN!" Peter emerged from his section of the hide out that morning, a mischievous grin plastered to his pointed features, he held the schematics Slightly and him had nicked yesterday in the fold of his left arm. At his call four of the six Lost Boys darted out of their hiding places. Nibs, Curly, and The Twins all stood at full attention. Knowing Tootles and Slightly would be along soon, and knowing they'd heard more about his plan then the others, he decided not to wait. He explained to the others what they were doing, his scheme was met by a round of joyous cheers from the four Lost Boys. Though Curly had quickly changed his mind and became fearful of the idea of stealing Hook's ship.
'You numb skull!' One of The Twins bellowed.
'Peter's got it all planned out!' The other assured.
'Nothing can go wrong!' The first agreed.
This seemed to relax the more rounded on of the boys but Peter saw him trying to hide the fact that he was biting his nails under the collar of his tattered shirt. Nibs had voiced no opinion on the subject, he merely held his nose in the air and beckoned the boys to the outside of the hide out, 'Shall we begin lads?'
Peter gave a sinister chuckle before climbing out into the forest of Neverland above them.
"Slightly, Tootles! Hurry or we're leaving without you, feather brains!" He gave one last call for Tootles and Slightly before he set off toward the shore, his partners in crime following in single file behind him. At this point Hook's ship would be docked, he'd have sent a small crew out to find the objects Peter and Slightly had pocketed yesterday, while he sat lounging in his quarters barking orders at Smee. It'd be so very easy to nab the Jolly Roger under these circumstances. All was going according to plan.