Peter Pan: Don't you understand, Tink? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world.
Capt. Dooley: Tell them we're in a jam. Loosen up and lose some altitude. We're turning North West until we run out of gas.
Pilot: But if we go North West Captain, we'll fly right off the map. It says "unchartered" up that way.
Lancelot: Aye, it is the valley of death... the Devil himself has plowed it under.