Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen Do You Believe in Fairies?

Chapter Thirteen Do You Believe in Fairies? This horror story, the sooner the better.Curly was the first to get out of the tree hole, and as soon as he came out, he fell into Checo's hands, Checo threw him to Smith, Smith threw him to Starkey, Starkey threw him He threw it to Bill Jux, and Bill Jux threw him to Nudler.In this way, he was thrown by them, and finally was thrown at the feet of that black pirate.All the children were thus cruelly yanked out of the hollows of the tree; several were sometimes thrown into the air, as if passing bales of goods. The last one to come out was Wendy, who was treated a little differently.Hook, with mocking civility, raised his hat to her, and putting his arm around her, led her to the prison where the other children were.Hook's manner was so dignified that Wendy, fascinated, did not cry.She's just a little girl.

To say that Hook really confuses Wendy at this moment seems to be belittling her, but we mention this because Wendy's blunder has unintended consequences.If she refused to take Hook's arm (as we would certainly like to write her), she would be thrown up in the air like the other children; then Hook would not see the children bound; If he hadn't been there, he would not have discovered Slightly's secret; and if he hadn't discovered it, he would not have dastardly plotted for Peter's life. To prevent the children from escaping, the pirates tied them up with their knees close to their ears; to bind them, the black pirates cut a rope into nine equal lengths.It was all bundled up without a hitch.At last it was Slightly's turn to tie up Slightly, when he was found to have used up all the rope one by one like a annoying bundle, and there were not enough ends left to tie the knots.The pirates kicked him in their exasperation, as you would kick a parcel (to be fair, you should kick the rope); and strangely enough, it was Hooker who told them to stop their brutality.Hook's lips pursed in a vicious triumph.While his men were tying up the unfortunate child, every time they tightened one part of him, the other part swelled out, and they were sweating profusely from exhaustion.Hooker's practiced mind saw through Slightly's game, and he investigated not the effect but the cause; and his smug air showed that he had found the cause.Slattery's face turned pale. He knew that Hook had suddenly discovered his secret. Such a tree hole that a swollen child could get into, an ordinary adult could definitely get in without sticking it.Poor Slightly, he is now the most unfortunate of all the boys, for he is terrified for Peter, and deeply regrets what he has done.It turned out that once he was extremely hot and drank water desperately, his stomach swelled up as big as it is now. Instead of shrinking himself to take advantage of his tree hole, he cut the tree hole to make use of himself behind someone's back.

That was enough, and Hooker believed that Peter was now at last in his grasp; but not a word of the plot formed in his dark mind escaped his lips; The captives are taken to the ship, and he is to be left alone. How to escort it?They were bound in a heap of rope, and could have rolled down the hill like barrels, but they had to pass through some moors on the way.Again Hooker's genius overcame the odds.He indicated that the small house could be used as a means of transportation.The boy was thrown into the hut, and four strong pirates carried it on their shoulders, and the rest of the pirates followed, singing the hideous pirate song.The strange procession set off, through the woods.I don't know if any of the children were crying; if so, the crying was drowned out by the singing.But as the cabin faded away in the woods, a thin but courageous plume of smoke rose from its chimney, as if to challenge Hooker.

Hook saw it, and it was bad for Peter.Because, if there was still a trace of compassion in the pirate's heart, it would have disappeared completely by now. Hook was now alone, and the night was falling quickly, and the first thing he did was to tiptoe up to Slightly's tree, to see if he could get in there. .He thought for a long time, and put his ominous hat on the grass, so that a fresh breeze would caress his hair.His heart was dark, but his blue eyes were soft as periwinkle.He listened with bated breath to the movement below, but it was as silent below as above.The underground house looked like a deserted house.Was the child asleep, or was he standing at the root of Slightly's tree, waiting for him with the knife in his hand?

There is no way of knowing that unless you go down.Hook gently took off his coat and put it on the ground, biting his lip so hard that blood flowed from the bite, he stepped into the tree hole.He was a brave man; but for a moment he was compelled to stop to wipe the sweat from his brow, which dripped like candle grease.Then, he quietly went down to this place he never knew. He came safely to the bottom of the hollow tree, and stood there motionless again, almost out of breath.After his eyes gradually got used to the darkness, he could see clearly everything in the house under the tree; but his greedy eyes only focused on one thing, which he finally found after searching for a long time, that is the big picture. bed.On the bed lay Peter sound asleep.

Little did Peter know what was happening up there, and he continued to play the flute cheerfully after the children had left.Of course, he just did it deliberately in a panic, to prove that he didn't care at all.Then he decides not to take the medicine in order to make Wendy sad.Then.He lay uncovered on the bed, to annoy Wendy still more; for Wendy always covered them tightly, lest they should catch cold in the middle of the night.Then Peter was on the verge of crying; but then it occurred to him how angry Wendy might be if he laughed; so he laughed wildly, and fell asleep halfway through.

Peter sometimes dreams, though not often.But his dreams were more disturbing than those of other children.He often cried bitterly in his dreams, and couldn't get rid of the entanglement of dreams for several hours.His dream, I guess, is probably related to his unknown origin.On such occasions, Wendy always lifted him out of bed, sat him on her lap, and soothed him in all sorts of loving ways she had devised; Put him back on the bed, in order not to let him know about those practices that undermined his dignity.But this time, Peter slept dreamlessly, with one arm slumped under the edge of the bed, one leg arched, and the corner of his mouth still parted in a half-smile, which was parted to reveal two rows of pearly little lips. tooth.

Peter was discovered by Hook defenselessly in this way.Hook stood silent at the foot of the tree, watching his enemy across the room.Did not a sympathy arouse in Hooker's dark heart?The man was not bad enough: he loved flowers (I heard) and good music (he was not bad at the harp himself); and we must confess that he was deeply moved by this charming sight .If his good side had gotten the better of him, he might have grudgingly made his way back up the tree, but something was holding him back. Hook was left in Peter's haughty sleep, mouth gaping, arms drooping, knees arched.All these gestures, taken together, were the very embodiment of arrogance, and nothing could have been more irritating to Hooker's sensitive eyes.This made Hook harden his heart again.If his rage burst him into hundreds of pieces, each one would fly recklessly towards the sleeping child.

Hook stood in the dark, though the dim light of a lamp shone on the bed.No sooner had he taken a furtive step forward than he encountered an obstacle, the door of Slightly's Hollow Tree.The door didn't fit perfectly with the opening, so Hook looked in from the top of the door.He reached for the latch and found that it was too low for him to reach.Peter's gestures and countenance seemed all the more hideous in his troubled mind.He shook the door vigorously and slammed on it with his body.Can his enemies escape his murderous hands? what is that?Hook's red eyes caught sight of Peter's medicine cup on a shelf within his reach.He knew immediately what it was, and knew that the sleeping child had fallen into his grasp.

Hooker feared that he might be taken alive, and he always carried with him a bottle of dreadful poison, which he had made from every deadly weed cannon he found.He boiled these poisonous weeds into a yellow liquid, which no scientist has ever seen. It is probably the most poisonous poison in the world. Hook put five drops of this poison in Peter's medicine cup.His hands trembled, not from shame, but from ecstasy.When Hook dropped the medicine, he didn't look at Peter; it was not because he was afraid of pity and couldn't bear to do it, but because he was afraid of spilling the medicine.Then, with a long, gleeful glance at his victim, he turned and wriggled up the tree with difficulty.When Hook came out of the top of the tree, he looked like a devil out of his den.He wore his hat sloppily, wrapped his overcoat, and covered his front with a corner of the coat, as if hiding himself from the night.In fact, he is the darkest thing in the night.He murmured something strange to himself, and slipped away through the woods.

Peter was still asleep.The light flickered and went out, and the room was dark; but he continued to sleep.The clock in the crocodile's belly must be more than ten o'clock, and he was awakened by something. Peter suddenly sat up from the bed.It was a soft, polite knock on his tree. Although the voice was very soft and polite, it was scary enough in the silence of the night.Peter reached for the knife, took it in his hand, and asked: "Who?" There was no answer for a while, and then there was another knock on the door. "Who are you?" no answer. Peter didn't feel creepy, it was just what he liked best.He walked to the door in two steps.This door was not like Slightly's door, but it fit tightly into the tree hole, so he couldn't see through the door, and the knocker couldn't see him. "I won't open the door until you speak," cried Peter. The visitor finally spoke, and made a lovely voice like a small bell. "Let me in, Peter." It was jingle bells, and Peter unlatched the door at once to let her in.She flew in, looking excited, blushing, and her clothes were covered with mud. "what happened?" "Oh, you'll never guess again," she cried, and she made Peter guess three times. "Speak!" cried Peter; and Tinker Bell, in a long, ungrammatical sentence, as long as a magician's tape from his mouth, told how Wendy and the children had been captured. Peter listened; his heart skipped a beat.Wendy was tied up and taken to a pirate ship; she loved everything in the world, but this is what happened! "I'm going to save her." Peter jumped to his feet, reaching for the weapon.As he jumped up, he remembered something that would please Wendy, he could take medicine. His hand held the deadly medicine cup. "Don't drink!" shrieked Tinker Bell, and she heard Hook mumbling about what he had done as he hurried through the woods. "why?" "There is poison in the medicine." "Poisonous? Who can come to poison?" "Hook." "Don't be silly. How can Hook come here?" cough!Tinker Bell couldn't explain this at all, because even she didn't know the secret of Slightly's tree.However, there was no doubt about Hook's words, the medicine cup was indeed poisoned. "Besides," said Peter confidently, "I didn't sleep at all." Peter raised his glass.It's too late to speak, only to act now.Like lightning, the jingle bell jumped between Peter's lips and the cup, and drank the medicine in the cup in one gulp. "What, Tinker Bell? How dare you drink my medicine?" Tinkerbell didn't answer.She was already spinning wobbly through the air. "What's the matter with you?" cried Peter, a little frightened. "There's poison in the medicine, Peter," Tinker Bell whispered to him, "and now I'm going to die." "Ah, Tinker Bell, did you drink the poison to save me?" "yes." "But why, Tinkerbell?" Tinkerbell's wings could no longer support her, and in answer she dropped onto Peter's shoulder, and kissed him affectionately on the chin."You idiot," she whispered in his ear, and then she staggered back to her bedroom and lay down on the bed. Peter knelt beside her mournfully, his head filling almost the entire chamber.Tinker Bell's light grew dim; and Peter knew that if the light went out, Tinker Bell would cease to be.Tinker Bell loved Peter's tears, and she stretched out her beautiful fingers, and let the tears roll over her fingers. Tinkling was so faint that at first Peter could hardly hear what she was saying.Later, he understood.She was saying that if the children believed in fairies, she would be all right. Peter stretched out his arms.But there were no children in sight, and it was late at night; but he was speaking to all the children who dreamed of Neverland, boys and girls in pajamas, and naked Indians sleeping in baskets hanging from trees Baby, they are actually very close to him, not as far as you think. "Do you believe in immortals?" he shouted. Ding Jingling sat up on the bed, almost holding her breath, listening to her fate. She felt as if she had heard an affirmative answer, but she couldn't tell for sure. "What do you think?" Tinkerbell asked Peter. "If you believe it," cried Peter to the children, "clap your hands, and Tinker Bell won't die." Many children clapped their hands. Some kids didn't clap their hands. A few heartless brutes hissed. The clapping ceased suddenly, as if countless mothers had rushed into the nursery to see what had happened; but Tinker Bell was saved, first her voice grew louder; then, like a gust of wind, she Jumped out of bed.Then she flew about the room, more gay and haughty than ever.It never occurred to her to thank the children who clapped her hands, but to deal with the children who hissed. "Now it's time to save Wendy." When Peter came out of the tree hole, the moon was walking in the sky.He was fully armed, but lightly clothed, and set off on a dangerous search.Given his choice, he wouldn't pick a night like this.He wanted to fly low, close to the ground, so that nothing out of the ordinary escaped his attention.But flying low in the flickering moonlight would cast his shadow in the trees, startling the birds and alerting the enemy to notice that he was on the move. Peter regretted now that he should have given strange names to the birds of the island, making them wild and difficult to approach. Now there is no other way but to follow the way of the Indians and crawl close to the ground. Fortunately, he is used to crawling like this.But in what direction?For he could not ascertain whether the children had been brought aboard.A light snow covered all tracks; and a deathly stillness reigned over the island, as if Nature had been momentarily terrified by the massacre that had just occurred.Peter himself had learned some mountain knowledge from Tiger Lily and Tinker Bell, and he passed it on to the children; he believed that they would never forget it when they were in crisis.Slightly, for example, would carve a mark into a tree if he got the chance; Curly would drop a tree seed on the ground;But to find these goals, you need to wait until dawn, but Peter can't wait.The world above called to him, but offered him no help. The crocodile scrambled past Peter, but there was no other living thing, no sound, no movement; Peter knew very well that death might be waiting under a tree ahead, or might come from behind. Peter made this terrible oath: "I will fight Hook to the death." Now Peter crawled forward like a snake; suddenly he stood upright and ran swiftly across a moonlit clearing, one finger to his lips, and the other to hold the knife at the ready.He couldn't be happier.