Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen The Pirate Ship

Chapter Fourteen The Pirate Ship A single mast-light in green, squinting across Kidd's Stream near the mouth of the Pirate's River, showed that the brig, the Jolly Roger, was moored there; There is no place that is not filthy, and every keel exudes a murderous atmosphere, as abominable as the ground strewn with corpses.He is the cannibal of the sea, and from his fearful notoriety, he can run unhindered without needing the masthead light like a watchful eye. The ship was shrouded in night, and not a sound from the ship could reach the shore.There were not many sounds on board, except for the rattling sound of the sewing machine used by Smith, let alone any pleasant sounds.This ordinary, poor Smith is always diligent and willing to serve others.I don't know why he is so pitiful, maybe it's because he doesn't think himself pitiful; even a tough guy can't bear to look at him more than once; on summer nights, he touched Hooker's well of tears more than once, making him cry.Of this, as of everything else, Smith was oblivious.

A few sailors were leaning against the side of the ship and inhaling the night fog deeply; the rest of the sailors were lying on their knees by the barrel, playing dice and playing cards; the four exhausted men who carried the small house were lying on the deck.Even in their sleep they rolled nimbly to and fro, avoiding Hook's careless tickle as he passed them. Hook paced up and down the deck, thinking.This unfathomable man, this is his moment of triumph.Peter had been removed, and could no longer stand in his way; the other boys were all caught in the boat, waiting to go on the gangway.This was his most glorious feat since he subdued Barbic.We know how vain is human nature, and it would be no wonder if he now strutted about the deck, proud of his victory.

But there was nothing smug in his step, which was in perfect harmony with his dark mood.Hook's heart was extremely depressed. It was always like this when Hook was thinking to himself in the dead of night in the boat.This is because he feels extremely alone.This incomprehensible person, the more his subordinates surround him, the more lonely he feels.Their social status is much lower than his. Hook was not his real name.If his true identity were revealed, it would cause a national sensation even today; but careful readers must have guessed that Hooker once attended a famous secondary school; cling to him.But to tell the truth, fashion is also mostly about clothes; so, even now, if he should go aboard in the same clothes he wore when he captured the ship, he would be disgusted; The uncommon and lazy demeanor in the house.Most of all, though, he maintains a good demeanor.

Good manners, no matter how depraved he is, he also knows that's what really matters. Far away from the depths of his heart, he heard a rattling sound, as if a rusty door had been opened, and there was a harsh rattling sound outside the door, like the knocking sound heard by a person when he can't sleep at night. Hammer. "Have you maintained your good demeanor today?" the voice was forever asking him. "Fame, fame, that shiny thing, is mine," he cried. "Is it good manners to excel in everything?" the rattling voice from the school asked. "Babbick is afraid of me alone," Hooker pleaded, "and Flint is afraid of Babbick."

"Babbick, Flint, what family are they from?" the voice retorted sharply. The most disturbing reflection is the obsession with good manners, which is not bad manners? It was a question that tore Hooker apart, and it was like a claw within him, sharper than his iron claw; that claw tore his heart.Sweat dripped from his oily face, and there were sweat stains on his clothes.He wiped his face with his sleeve from time to time, but he couldn't stop the juice. Cough, don't envy Hooker. Hook had a presentiment of his own premature death, as if the terrible curse of Peter had come aboard.Hook felt gloomily that he would have to say a few last words, or else he would be too late to say them.

"Hook," he cried, "if only he had less ambition." Only in his darkest moods did he address himself in the third person. "No child loves me." It was strange to say that it had never occurred to him before that he should have thought of it; perhaps the sewing machine had made him think of it.He muttered to himself for a long time, and stared blankly at Smith, who was sewing quietly, thinking that all the children were afraid of him. Afraid of him!Afraid of Smith!That night, none of the children on board had fallen in love with him.Smith told them horrible things, and beat them with the palm of his hand, because he couldn't hit them with his fists; but the more they did, the more they clung to him, and Michael tried on his spectacles.

Hooker would have liked to tell Smith that the children loved him; but it seemed cruel.Hook decided to keep this secret in his heart.Why did they find Smith cute?Hooker pursued the question like a police dog.If Smith is cute, where is the cuteness?Suddenly a dreadful answer came: "It's good manners!" Does the sailor have the best manners, but he doesn't realize it?Isn't this just the best demeanor? Hooker remembered that you had to prove that you didn't know you had good manners to be eligible for the pop club. (Pop, a social group of Eton College, a well-known aristocratic high school in the UK, was established in 1811, and the number of members is strictly controlled. - Annotation)

Hooker roared furiously, and raised his iron claws to Smith's head, but he did not tear Smith apart, and a thought stopped his hand: "What is it to arrest a man for his good manners?" "That's bad manners!" Unhappy Hook, suddenly feeble, hung his head like a broken flower. His minions, thinking he was out of their way now, immediately relaxed their discipline and danced like a drunk; this made Hooker pick himself up like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, and all signs of weakness It was all wiped out. "Stop yelling, you bastards," he yelled, "or I'm going to hook you." The uproar died down immediately. "Have the children all chained up? Don't let them get away."

"Yes, yes." "Then bring them up." Except for Wendy, the unfortunate prisoners were pulled out of the cargo hold one by one, and lined up in front of Hook.At first Hook seemed not to see them.He sat there lolling, humming a few wild songs melodiously, and playing with a deck of cards.The light of the cigar in his mouth flickered and reflected the color of his face. "Well, boys," said Hook dryly, "six of you walk the plank tonight. I'll keep two boys. Which two of you?" "Don't make him angry unless you have to," Wendy had told the children in the cargo hold; so Tutu stepped forward politely.Tutu was very reluctant to work under this man, but he had an idea and thought that he could pass the responsibility to someone who was not there; although he was a bit stupid, he still knew that only a mother is always willing to bear it for others.All children know this, despise their mothers for it, and yet make use of it from time to time.

So Tutu explained cautiously: "You know, sir, I don't think my mother would want me to be a pirate. Would your mother want you to be a pirate, Slightly?" He winked at Slightly, and Slightly said sadly, "I don't think she will," as if he wished it wasn't. "Would your mother like you to be pirates, twins?" "I don't think she will," said the eldest, who was as bright as the others. "Nibs, you...?" "Stop talking nonsense." Hook roared, and the talking child was pulled back. "You boy," said Hooker to John, "you seem to have a little courage. Haven't you ever thought of being a pirate, my dear?"

John had been confronted with such heckling when he was doing arithmetic problems, and Hooker singled him out for questioning, which made him feel a little surprised. "I once wanted to call myself Red Hand Jack," John said hesitantly. "That's not a bad name. We'll call you that if you get in." "Michael, what do you think?" John asked. "What would you call me if I joined?" Michael asked. "Blackbeard Joe." Michael was naturally quite interested. "What do you think, John?" He wanted John to decide, and John wanted him to decide. "Can we still be the king's good people if we join the gang?" John asked. The answer came through Hook's teeth: "You must swear, 'Down with the king.'" John may not have been doing too well, but this time he shines. "Then I won't do it." He thumped the wooden barrel in front of Hook and shouted. "Me neither," Michael yelled. "Long and safe the British Empire!" cried Curly. The enraged pirates slapped their mouths.Hook yelled: "This seals your fate. Bring their mother up, and prepare the springboard." They were just kids who turned pale with terror when Jukes and Checo brought up that damned plank.When Wendy was brought, however, they tried to look brave. I can't describe to you how Wendy looked down on those pirates.There was something glamorous about being a pirate, the boys thought; but all Wendy could see was that the ship hadn't been cleaned for years.There wasn't a porthole with a glass so dirty you could write "Dirty Pig" on it with your finger; she had written it on several.But when the boys were around her, of course, she was only thinking of them. "My beauty," said Hook, with honey on his lips, "you're going to watch your children walk the plank." A respectable gentleman though Hook was, he ate too hastily, and soiled his ruff; and suddenly he caught sight of Wendy staring at his collar.He hurriedly wanted to cover it, but it was too late. "Are they going to die?" Wendy asked, her expression so contemptuous that Hook was almost fainted. "Yes." He said harshly. "Shut up, all," he cried gleefully, "to hear a mother say her last farewell to her children." At this moment, Wendy looked very solemn. "My dear children, this is the last thing I will say to you," she said firmly. "I feel that your real mother has a message for me to pass on to you: 'We hope that our son will die as English gentleman.'” Even the pirates were in awe at this; and Tutu cried out in a frenzy, "I will do as my mother wishes. What about you, Nibs?" "Do as my mother wishes. How about you, twin?" "Do as my mother wishes. John, you..." But after being shocked, Hook spoke again. "Tie her up," he yelled. It was Smith who lashed Wendy to the mast. "Well, I say, sweetie," said Smith quietly, "I'll save you if you promise to be my mother." However, even to Smith, Wendy refused to agree; "I'd rather not have a child," she said contemptuously. Sadly enough, none of the children looked at Smee as she lashed Wendy to the mast; all eyes were on the gangplank; and they were about to take the little last steps.They no longer dared to expect to be able to walk those few steps with arrogance and arrogance. They had lost the ability to think, and could only stare blankly, trembling. Hook smiled at them through gritted teeth, and walked towards Wendy, intending to turn her face away and let her watch the children go up the gangplank one by one.But Hook could not reach her, and did not hear the cry of pain he would force her to make.He heard another voice. That's the terrible ticking sound of an alligator. They all heard the sound, pirates, boys, Wendy; and for a moment all heads were turned in one direction; not into the water that made the sound, but toward Hook.Everyone knew that what was going to happen was only about him; they were originally actors, and now they suddenly became theater actors. It was scary to see the change in Hooker.It was as if he had been beaten all over his joints, and he was limp and curled up into a small ball. The ticking sound came nearer; before it could come, a terrible thought came first: "The crocodile is coming aboard." Hook's iron claw also hangs motionless, as if he also knows that he is not the part of the body that the attacking enemy really wants to get.In such a helpless state, anyone else would have closed his eyes and fallen to die; but Hooker's powerful mind was still active, and his mind directed him to kneel on the deck and go to the deck. Crawl forward, trying to escape the sound as much as possible.The pirates respectfully made way for him, and he didn't speak until he climbed to the side of the ship. "Hide me," he yelled hoarsely. Pirates surrounded him; their eyes were averted from the thing that was about to climb aboard, they did not want to fight it, it was fate. After Hook hid, the children became active out of curiosity, and they flocked to the side of the boat to watch the crocodile climb aboard.Then they saw the most amazing thing of the amazing night; for it was not the Crocodile who came to save them, but Peter. Peter motioned them not to let out a cry of surprise that might arouse suspicion.Peter continued to tick.