Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Came to the real island

Chapter 5 Came to the real island Feeling that Peter was already on his way back, Neverland came alive and alive again.We should say it is awakened, but awakened is better, Peter always said so. The island was strangely deserted in his absence.The fairies slept an extra hour in the morning, the beasts looked after their young, the Indians ate and drank for six days and nights, the lost children met the pirates and just looked at each other with their thumbs biting.But when Peter came back, he hated to be dead, so they all came alive again.If you put your ear to the ground, you will hear the whole island seething with life.

This night, the main forces on the island are making the following deployments: the lost child watches over Peter, the pirates watch over the lost child, the Indians watch over the pirates, and the beast watches over the Indians.They all went round and round the island, but neither of them could touch the other, because they moved at the same speed. Except for the children, all of them have murderous intentions, depending on the bloodshed.The kids usually love to see the blood, too, but tonight they're here to welcome the captain.The number of children on the island fluctuated from time to time, because some were killed, or other reasons; and when they were about to grow up, which was not in accordance with the regulations, Peter starved them until they died of starvation.But there were six of them now, and the twins counted as two.We now assume that we are lying in the sugarcane forest, watching them.They lined up in a single file, one by one with their hands on the hilt of the knife, and moved forward secretly.

Peter would not allow them to look a little like him.They wore the skins of bears they had killed with their own hands, and they were round and furry, and whenever they fell, they would roll on the ground.Therefore, their footsteps became very steady. Tutu was the first to walk by.Of this heroic company he was not the least heroic, but the most unlucky.He took fewer risks than anyone else, because it was only when he turned the corner that the big thing happened.When things calmed down, he took the opportunity to go away to grab some firewood for the fire.When he came back, others were already cleaning up the blood.His bad luck made him always look sad; but instead of souring his character, it sweetened him, so that he was the most humble of the boys.Poor, kind Tutu, danger awaits you tonight.Watch out, or risky chances will come your way; and if you bear it, you'll miss out on a catastrophe.Tutu, the fairy Tinkerbell is bent on making trouble this evening, and is looking for someone to use as a tool, and she thinks you are the most gullible of the children.Watch out for Tinker Bells!

If only he'd listen to us, but we're not really on the island, he walked past, biting his fingers. Next came Nibs, gay and courteous; after him Sledge, who whittled a twig into a whistle, and danced wildly to his own tune.Slightly was the most conceited of the boys, and he thought he remembered things before the loss, the manners, the customs, and so on.This made his nose stick up, obnoxiously.The fourth is curly, he is a little naughty.Every time Peter said with a straight face, "whoever did it, stand up", he was often the one who stood up.So now as soon as he heard the order, he would stand up automatically, regardless of whether he did it or not.Last of all came the twins, whom we cannot describe, for any description would confuse them both.Peter never knew what twins were, and what he didn't know, his team members were not allowed to know.So the two brothers, confused about themselves, had to stick together apologetically and try to please others as much as possible.

The children disappeared in the darkness, and after a while, a short time, because everything happened so quickly on the island, the pirates followed.We hear their voices before we see them, and always the dreadful song: Tie the hawser, yo-ho, drop anchor, Let's rob! Even if a cannonball breaks us apart, In the deep sea, we will meet again! Even on the gallows, I have never seen such a vicious group of gangsters.Leading the way was the handsome Italian Cecco.His strong arms were bare, and his ears were decorated with two Spanish gold coins of eight pesos; at Gao he had carved his own name in blood on the back of the warden.At this time, he frequently put his head close to the ground to listen carefully.The burly black man walking behind him, and the black mothers along the Jiaruomu River often used his name to frighten the children.Since he abandoned the name, many others have been used.Then there was Bill Jukes, tattooed all over his body, the Bill Jukes who had been hacked seventy-two times by Flint on the Walrus before he dropped the coin bag.There's also Cookson, who is said to be Black Murphy's brother (never confirmed, though).And Gentleman Starkey, who had been an assistant teacher in a secondary school, and was a gentleman to kill.And "Skylight" (Morgan's "Skylight").There was also Smith, the Irish boatswain, a peculiarly kind fellow, who would stab no one without offense; he was the only nonconformist in Hooker's class.And Nudler, who always likes to cut his hands behind his back.And Robert Mullins and Alf Mason, and many other villains who were known and feared in Spanish soil.

Of this wicked band of thugs, the most vicious and tyrannical was James Hooker; he wrote himself Jen Hooker, and was said to be the only man Sea Cook feared.Hu Ke lay comfortably in a big rough car, being pushed and pulled by his subordinates.He has no right hand and uses an iron hook instead.He waved the iron hook from time to time, urging his men to pull it quickly.This vicious guy treated them like dogs, and they obeyed him like dogs.Speaking of appearance, he has a pale face, and his hair is curly and long, like black candles from a distance, giving his handsome features a vicious look.His eyes are blue, as blue as forget-me-not flowers, revealing a kind of deep melancholy, except when he pokes the iron hook towards you, at this time, there are two red spots in his eyes , as if a raging flame was ignited, making his eyes look terrible.As for his manners, there was something remnant of a lordship about him, and he had a domineering air which sometimes made you shudder.I heard that he used to be a famous storyteller.When he was at his most courteous, he was at his most brutal and vicious, and this is perhaps the most conclusive proof of his noble birth.Even when he swears, the elegance of his words is no less than his magnificence, showing that he and his sailors belong to a different class.This man is extremely brave.It is said that the only thing that frightens him is the sight of his own blood.The blood was thick and of an unusual color.After all, he was more or less an imitation of Charles II.For, he had heard in his early years, he looked very much like the unfortunate Stuart lord.He held in his mouth a pipe of his own design that would allow him to smoke two cigars at once.However, the most eerie part of him is, of course, his iron claw.

Now let's kill a pirate and see how Hook kills people, let's take "Skylight" as an example.As the pirates marched Skylight slinked clumsily and furtively up to Hook, fumbling with his lace collar.The iron hook stretched out, and there was only a tearing sound and a scream, and the body of "Skylight" was kicked aside, and the pirates continued to move forward.Hooker didn't even take the cigar out of his mouth. It was such a terrible man that Peter Pan had to fight.Which one will win? Sneaking noiselessly after the pirates were the Indians; they walked in a path that is difficult for the inexperienced eye to see;Armed with tomahawks and knives, their naked bodies glistened with oil paint.Strings of scalps hung from children's and pirates'.For these Indians were of the Piccanini race, quite different from the softer Delaware and Huron Indians.In the vanguard, crawling and snaking is the burly little leopard, he is a warrior, with so many scalps hanging around his neck, when he is crawling, he can hardly climb fast.At the rear, and in the most dangerous position, was Tiger Lily—standing proudly upright, born a princess.She was the fairest of the swarthy generals, a great beauty of the Picagnini tribe; she was coquettish by turns, icy cold by turns, and fiery by turns.None of the warriors wanted to marry this beauty, but she fended off all the suitors with her axe.See how they pass through the fallen branches and leaves without making a sound, the only thing that can be heard is their heavy breathing.It turns out that after they are full, they all get a little fat; however, they will gradually lose weight.Right now, obesity is their main danger.

The Indians came like shadows and disappeared like shadows; and then the wild beasts took their place.It was a motley crowd: lions, tigers, bears, and innumerable small beasts scurrying for their lives before them.Because all kinds of beasts, especially all man-eating beasts, coexist in this unique island.Their tongues dragged so long, they were all hungry tonight. After the Beast has passed, the last character enters the scene, a gigantic crocodile whose target we will see shortly. The crocodile passed, and not long after, the children reappeared.Because this queue must go on endlessly until a certain part stops advancing, or changes the speed of advancing.So they will soon be sumo wrestling with each other.

Everyone was keenly watching the front, but no one thought that danger might sneak up from behind.This shows how real the island is. The first to escape from this turning circle are the children.They lay down on the grass, close to their underground home. "I wish Peter came back," they all said anxiously, though they were all taller and thicker than their captain. "I'm the only one who isn't afraid of pirates," said Slightly, in a tone that made him very unpopular.But perhaps something in the distance had startled him, for he added hastily, "I wish Peter would come back, though, and tell us what happened to Cinderella."

So, they talked about Cinderella.Tutu believed that his mother must have looked like her back then. They could talk about their mother only when Peter was away, a topic Peter forbade because he found it boring. "The only thing I remember about my mother," Nibs told the group, "is that she was always saying to my father, 'Oh, I wish I had my own checkbook.' I don't know What is it, but I really want to give my mother one." While talking, they heard a voice in the distance.You and I were not wild things in the woods, and would not have heard it, but they did, and that was the sad song of the pirates:

Yo ho, yo ho, life of a pirate Banners of skulls and bones, A moment of joy, a twine, OK, David Jones. In the blink of an eye, the lost children—where did they all go?They are no longer there.Rabbits are not as fast as them. I'll tell you where they're all gone, except Nibs - who's gone scouting elsewhere - and they're all back in their underground home, and it's a wonderful dwelling, as we'll see later.But how did they get in?For there was not a single entrance to be seen in the ground, not even a pile of branches; if there were a pile of branches, removed would reveal an opening.If you looked closely, you could see some big trees there, with hollow trunks, and under each trunk was a hole the size of a child's body.These were the seven entrances to the subterranean home, which Hook had been looking for for months, but could not find.Will he find it today? As the pirates approached, Starkey was quick-eyed. He saw Nibs fleeing through the woods. He immediately drew his pistol, but a hook caught him by the shoulder. "Let me go, Captain," he cried, wriggling. Now, for the first time, we hear Hook's voice, and it's sinister. "Put the pistol back first." The voice threatened. "That was a boy you hated, and I could have killed him." "Yes, but the gunshots will attract Tiger Lily's Indians. Would you like to have your scalp cut off?" "May I go after him, Captain?" asked poor Smith. "May I tickle him with my John's corkscrew?" Smith liked to give everything a nice name, and he cared John's short cutlass was called John's Corkscrew because he liked to spin the knife in the wound.You could list many lovely features of Smith.For example, after killing someone, instead of cleaning his weapon, he always wiped his glasses. "My John is a quiet fellow," he reminded Hook. "Not yet, Smee," said Hooker sinisterly. "He's only one, and I'll kill all seven of them. Spread out and find them." The pirates scattered in the woods, and after a while, only the captain and Smith were left.Hook sighed heavily; I don't know why he sighed, but perhaps it was the soft night.It occurred to him to tell his faithful boatswain the story of his life from the bottom of his heart.He talked for a long time, and earnestly; but what he was talking about, stupid Smith, could not catch a whit. Suddenly Smith heard the name Peter. "The one I would most like to catch," said Hook passionately, "is their captain, Peter Pan. It was he who cut off my arm." He swung his iron hook viciously. "I waited a long time to shake his hand with this thing. Oh, I'm gonna tear him apart." "But," said Smith, "I also heard you say that the hook could hold twenty hands, and that it could comb hair, and do other household things." "Yes," replied the captain, "if I were a mother, I would pray that my child would be born with this instead of that." glanced at his hand.Then he frowned again. "Peter threw my arm," he said tremblingly, "to a crocodile that happened to be passing by." "I have often noticed," said Smith, "that you have a strange fear of crocodiles." "I'm not afraid of crocodiles," Hooker corrected, "but just that one," he said in a low voice. "That crocodile was fond of eating my arm, Smee. Since then, he has followed me, and followed me over hills and seas, trying to eat the rest of me, and licking his lips so greedily." "It may be said, too," said Smith, "that it is a compliment." "I don't want that compliment," Hook roared petulantly. "I want Peter Pan, who first gave the crocodile a taste of me." Hook sat down on a big mushroom, his voice trembling a little. "Smee," he said hoarsely, "that crocodile should have eaten me long ago, but it happened to swallow a clock, which was ticking in its belly; so, before it came near me, I Hearing the tick, he ran away." He laughed, but it was a dry laugh. "Some day," said Smith, "the clock will stand still, and then the crocodile will catch you." Hook licked his dry lips. "Isn't it," said he, "that's what I worry about day and night." When he sat down, he felt strangely hot. "Smee," he said, "this seat is hot." He jumped up. "Damn it, it's amazing, I'm almost burnt..." They examined the mushroom, which was so large and hard that it had never been seen on the British mainland.They tried to pull it up, and they pulled it up all at once. It turned out that the mushroom had no roots.What's even more strange is that there was a general smoke coming out immediately.The two pirates looked at each other, "Chimney!" they exclaimed in unison. They did find the chimney of the house underground.It is the custom of children to cover chimneys with mushrooms when the enemy comes near. Not only cigarettes, but also the voices of the children came out.As they felt safe in this nest, they chatted cheerfully.The pirate listened savagely for a while, then put the mushroom back in its place.They looked around and found holes in seven trees. "Did you hear them say? Peter Pan wasn't home," whispered Smith, wagging his John's corkscrew in his hand. Hook nodded. He stood and pondered for a while, a frozen smile appeared on his dark face.Smith waited for him to speak. "Show your plans, Captain," cried Smee eagerly. "Go back to the boat," Hook said slowly, through clenched teeth, "and make a big, thick, greasy cake with green sugar on top. There must be only one room down there, because there's only A chimney. These silly voles don't have the brains to understand that they don't need an exit each, so they don't have a mother. We put that cake on the shore of the merman's lagoon, where the children used to swim and play with the merman. They They'll see the cake, and they'll gobble it up. Because they don't have a mother, they don't understand how dangerous it is to eat a greasy, soggy cake." He laughed, not dryly this time, but heartily. "Haha, they are going to die." The more Smith listened, the more he admired him. "Never heard of a more diabolical and beautiful ruse than this," he exclaimed.In ecstasy they danced and sang: Fasten the rope, here I come, They trembled with fear; As long as you shake hands with Hooker's hook, There is no more flesh left on your bones. They began the song, but could never finish it, for another voice stopped them.At first the sound was so small that a falling leaf would drown it out; but the nearer it came, the clearer it became. Tick, tick, tick, tick. Hook stood there dumbfounded, trembling, with one foot raised high. "Alligator," he gasped, and sprang to his feet and fled, with his bosun close behind. It was the crocodile that overtook the Indians.The Indians were following the other pirates.The crocodile, dripping with water, crawled after Hook. The children were back on the ground again, but the dangers of the night were not over, when suddenly Nibs ran up to them, panting, followed by a pack of wolves, sticking out their tongues and howling in a most frightening way. "Help me, save me!" Nibs yelled, falling to the ground. "But what shall we do, what shall we do?" At this critical moment, they couldn't help but think of Peter. This should be said to be the highest praise for Peter. "What will Peter do?" they all cried in unison. They added, almost in unison, "Peter will stare at them from between his legs." Then, "Let's do it Peter's way." That was a very effective way of dealing with wolves, and they all stooped together and looked back between their legs.The time that followed seemed long, but the victory came quickly, and the pack all fled with their tails drooping as the children advanced on the wolves in this terrible gesture. Nibs got up from the ground, his eyes so staring that the other children thought he was still looking at the wolves, but it wasn't wolves he saw. "I saw something even stranger," he called, and the other children gathered eagerly. "A big white bird, flying this way." "What kind of bird do you think that is?" "I don't know," said Nibs, terrified, "but he looks tired, flying, and humming, 'Poor Wendy.'" "Poor Wendy?" "I remember," Slightly intervened, "there's a bird called Wendy." "Look, here it comes," cried Curly, pointing to Wendy in the sky. Wendy was almost overhead now, and the children could hear her mournful cries.But what was heard more clearly was Tinker Bell's shrill cry.The jealous fairy, now throwing away all pretense of friendliness, charged at the victimized Wendy from all sides, twisting her body hard whenever she touched her body. "Hey, Tinker Bell," cried the amazed children. Tinkling bells answered: "Peter wants you to shoot Wendy." Peter had orders, and they were not born to doubt. "We'll do as Peter bids," cried the simple-minded children. "Quick, bring the bow and arrow." Except for Tutu, the children all got into the tree hole.Tutu held a bow and arrow in his hand, Ding Dingling saw it and rubbed her little hands. "Come on, come on, Tutu!" she cried, "Peter will love it so much." Tutu raised his bow and arrows excitedly. "Go away, Tinker Bell," he cried; and then he shot the arrow.Then, Wendy fell to the ground unsteadily, with an arrow stuck in her chest.