Питер Пэн и Венди
The Island Come True
LastcometheTwins,whocannotbedescribedbecauseweshouldbesuretobedescribingthewrongone.Peterneverquiteknewwhattwinswere,andhisbandwerenotallowedtoknowanythinghedidnotknow,sothesetwowerealwaysvagueaboutthemselves,anddidtheirbesttogivesatisfactionbykeepingclosetogetherinanapologeticsortofway.
Theboysvanishinthegloom,andafterapause,butnotalongpause,forthingsgobrisklyontheisland,comethepiratesontheirtrack.Wehearthembeforetheyareseen,anditisalwaysthesamedreadfulsong:
’Avastbelay,yoho,heaveto,
A-piratingwego,
Andifwe’repartedbyashot
We’resuretomeetbelow!’
Amorevillainous-lookinglotneverhunginarowonExecutiondock.Here,alittleinadvance,everandagainwithhisheadtothegroundlistening,hisgreatarmsbare,piecesofeightinhisearsasornaments,isthehandsomeItalianCecco,whocuthisnameinlettersofbloodonthebackofthegovernoroftheprisonatGao.ThatgiganticblackbehindhimhashadmanynamessincehedroppedtheonewithwhichduskymothersstillterrifytheirchildrenonthebanksoftheGuadjo-mo.
