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She was wrapped in the blanket of night, through which no sound from her could have reached the shore. There was little sound, and none agreeable save the whir of the ship's sewing machine at which Smee sat, ever industrious and obliging, the essence of the commonplace, pathetic Smee. SHE WAS WRAPPED IN THE BLANKET OF NIGHT THROUGH WHICH NO SOUND FROM HER COULD HAVE REACHED THE SHORE THERE WAS LITTLE SOUND AND NONE AGREEABLE SAVE THE WHIR OF THE SHIP'S SEWING MACHINE AT WHICH SMEE SAT EVER INDUSTRIOUS AND OBLIGING THE ESSENCE OF THE COMMONPLACE PATHETIC SMEE
erchief at some important place. But morning was needed to search for such guidance, and he could not wait. The upper world had called him, but would give no help. The crocodile passed him, but not another living thing, not a sound, not a movement; and yet he knew well that sudden death might be at the next tree, or stalking him from behind. He swore this terrible oath: 'Hook or me this time.' Now he crawled forward like a snake; and again, erect, he darted across a space on which the moonlight played: one finger on his lip and his dagger at the ready. He was frightfully happy. CHAPTER XIV THE PIRATE SHIP One green light squinting over Kidd's Creek, which is near the mouth of the pirate river, marked where the brig, the _Jolly Roger_, lay, low in the water; a rakish-looking craft foul to the hull, every beam in her detestable like ground strewn with mangled feathers. She was the cannibal of the seas, and scarce needed that watchful eye, for she floated immune in the horror of her name.  CHAPTER FOURTEEN OF PETER AND WENDY THIS IS A LIVER BOX RECORDING ALL LEVER BOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIVER BOX DOT ORG PETER AND WENDY BY J M BARRY CHAPTER FOURTEEN THE PIRATE SHIP ONE GREEN LIGHT SQUINTING OVER KID'S CREEK WHICH IS NEAR THE MOUTH OF THE PIRATE RIVER MARKED WHERE THE BRIG THE JOLLY ROGER LAY LOW IN THE WATER A RAKISH LOOKING CRAFT FOUL TO THE HULL EVERY BEAM IN HER DETESTABLE LIKE GROUND STREWN WITH MANGLED FEATHERS SHE WAS THE CANNIBAL OF THE SEAS AND SCARCE NEEDED THAT WATCHFUL EYE FOR SHE FLOATED IMMUNE IN THE HORROR OF HER NAME
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