April 17, 2025 • 16 mins
Peter Pan returns to steal Wendy and her brothers away to a magical land. Together they encounter Tinker Bell, Captain Hook, and countless fantastical challenges in this beloved fantasy classic.
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Recording by Patrick Seville, 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 hall, every beam in her detestable lay
(00:21):
ground strewn with mangled feathers. Footnote reekish looking, speedy looking,
and footnote. She was the cannibal of the seas, and
scarce needed that watchful eye, for she floated immune in
the horror of her name. She was wrapped in the
blanket of night, through which no sound from her could
(00:42):
have reached the shore. There was little sound and an
unagreeable save the whirr of the ship's sewing machine, at
which Smee sat, ever industrious and obliging the essence of
the commonplace pathetic Smee. I know not why he was
so infinitely pathetic, unless it were because he was so
(01:03):
pathetically unaware of it. But even strong men had to
turn hastily from looking at him, And more than once
on summer evenings, he had touched the font of Hook's
tears and made it flow. Of this, as of almost
everything else, Smee was quite unconscious. A few of the
pirates lean over the bulwarks, drinking in the miasma of
(01:25):
the night. Others sprawled by barrels over games of dice
and cards. And the exhausted four who had carried the
little house lay prone on the deck, where even in
their sleep they rolled skillfully to this side or that,
out of Hook's reach, lest he should claw them mechanically
in passing footnote, miasma, putrid mist and footnote. Hook trod
(01:50):
the deck in thought, o man unfathomable. It was his
hour of triumph. Peter had been removed forever from his path,
and all the other boys were in the brig about
to walk the plank. It was his grimace deed since
the days when he had brought barbecue to heal. And,
knowing as we do, how vain a tebernacle is man,
(02:14):
could we be surprised had he now paced the deck unsteadily,
bellied out by the winds of his success. But there
was no elation in his gait, which kept pace with
the action of a somber mind. Hook was profoundly dejected.
He was often thus when communing with himself on board ship,
(02:34):
and the quietude of the night. It was because he
was so terribly alone. This inscrutable man never felt more
alone than one surrounded by his dogs, who were socially
inferior to him. Hook was not his true name. To
reveal who he really was would even at this date,
(02:54):
set the country in a blaze. But as those who
read between the lines must already have guest, he had
been at a famous public school, and its traditions so
clung to him like garments with which, indeed they are
largely concerned. Thus it was offensive to him even now
to board a ship in the same dress in which
(03:15):
he grappled her. And he still adhered in his walk
to the school's distinguished louch footnote, grappled, attacked and footnote.
But above all he retained the passion for good form,
good form. However much he may have degenerated, he still
knew that this is all that really matters. Far from
(03:39):
within him, he heard a creaking as of rusty portals,
and through them came a stern tap tap tap, like
hammering in the night when one cannot sleep. Have you
been good form to day? Was there eternal question? Fame? Fame,
that glittering bauble, It is mine, he cried, Is it
(04:00):
quite good form to be distinguished at anything? The tap
tap from his school replied, I am the only man
whom barbecue feared. He urged, and flint feared barbecue, barbecue, flint?
What house? Came the cutting retort, most disquieting reflection of all.
(04:21):
Was it not bad form to think about good form?
His vitals were tortured by this problem. It was a
claw within him, sharper than the iron one, And as
it tore him, the perspiration dripped down his tallow countenance
and streaked his doll lit footnote tallow, waxy and footnote.
(04:42):
Oftentimes he drew his sleeve across his face, but there
was no damning that trickle ah envy not Hook. There
came to him a presentiment of his early dissolution footnote dissolution,
death and footnote. It was as if Peter's terrible oath
(05:02):
had boarded the ship. Hook felt a gloomy desire to
make his dying speech, lest presently there should be no
time for it. Better for Hook, he cried, if he
had had less ambition. It was in his darkest hours
only that he referred to himself in the third person.
(05:22):
No little children to love me. Strange that he should
think of this, which had never troubled him before. Perhaps
a sewing machine brought it to his mind. For long,
he muttered to himself, staring at Smee, who was hemming
placidly under the conviction that all children feared him, feared him,
(05:43):
feared Smee. There was not a child on board the
brig that night who did not already love him. He
had said horrid things to them and hit them with
the palm of his hand because he could not hit
with his fist, but they had only clung to him.
The more Michael had on his spectacles to tell poor
Smee that they thought him lovable, Hook itched to do it,
(06:07):
but it seemed too brutal. Instead, he revolved this mystery
in his mind. Why do they find Smee lovable? He
pursued the problem like the sleuth hound that he was.
If Smee was lovable, what was it that made him so?
A terrible answer suddenly presented itself. Good form had the
(06:31):
bo'sun good form without knowing it, which is the best
form of all. He remembered that you have to prove
you don't know you have it before you are eligible
for pop footnote pop an elite social club at eton
and footnote with a cry of rage. He raised his
iron hand over Smee's head, but he did not tear.
(06:54):
What arrested him was this reflection to claw a man
because he is good form? What would that be bad form?
The unhappy hook was as impotent as he was damp,
and he fell forward like a cut flower. Footnote impotent,
powerless and footnote His dogs, thinking him out of the
(07:18):
way for a time, discipline, instantly relaxed, and they broke
into a Batchilian dance, which brought him to his feet.
At once, all traces of human weakness gone, as if
a bucket of water had passed over him. Footnote bat Chillian,
drunken and footnote Quiet you scugs, he cried, or I'll
(07:41):
cast anchor in you, And at once the din was hushed.
Are all the children chained so that they cannot fly away? Aye? Aye?
Then hoist them up? The wretched prisoners were dragged from
the hold, all except Wendy, and ranged in line in
front of him. For a time, he seemed unconscious of
(08:01):
their presence. He lulled at his ease, humming, not unmelodociously
snatches of a rude song and fingering a pack of cards.
Ever and Anon, the light from his cigar gave a
touch of color to his face. Now, then, bullies, he said, briskly,
Six of you walk the plank to night, But I
(08:24):
have room for two cabin boys. Which a view is
it to be? Don't irritate him? Unnecessarily had been Wendy's
instructions in the hold, so Tootles stepped forward politely. Toodles
hated the idea of signing under such a man, but
an instinct told him that it would be prudent to
(08:44):
lay the responsibility of an absent person. And though a
somewhat silly boy, he knew that mothers alone were always
willing to be the buffer. All children know this about
mothers and despise them for it, but make constant use
of it. So Toodles explained prudently. You see, sir, I
don't think my mother would like me to be a pirate?
(09:06):
Would your mother like you to be a pirate? Slightly?
He winked at Slightly, who said mournfully, I don't think so,
as if he wished things had been otherwise, would your
mother like you to be a pirate twin. I don't
think so, said the first twin. As clever as the others,
Nibs would stow this gab roared Hook and the spokesman
(09:29):
were dragged back. You boy, he said, addressing John, you
look as if you had a little pluck in you.
Tit's never one to be a pirate, my hearty. Now,
John had sometimes experienced this hankering at Math's prep, and
he was struck by Hooks picking him out. I once
(09:51):
thought of calling myself red handed Jack, he said, diffidently,
and a good name too. We'll call you that here, bully.
If you join, What do you think? Michael asked John?
What would you call me? I fight? Join, Michael demanded,
Blackbeard Joe. Michael was naturally impressed. What do you think? John?
(10:14):
He wanted John to decide, and John wanted him to decide.
Shall we still be respectable subjects of the king? John inquired.
Through Hook's teeth, came the answer, you would have to
swear down with the king. Perhaps John had not behaved
very well so far, but he shone out. Now then
(10:34):
I refuse, he cried, banging the barrel in front of Hook.
And I refuse cried, Michael Rule Britannia squeaked curly. The
infuriated pirates buffeted them in the mouth, and Hook roared
out that Sills your doom. Bring up their mother, get
the plank ready. They were only boys, and they went
(10:58):
white as they saw Jukes Si Cho preparing the fatal plank,
But they tried to look brave when Wendy was brought up.
No words of mine can tell you how Wendy despised
those pirates. To the boys. There was at least some
glamor in the pirate's calling, but all that she saw
was that the ship had not been tidied for years.
(11:19):
There was not a porthole on the grimy glass of
which you might not have written with your finger, dirty pig,
and she had already written it on several But as
the boys gathered around her, she had no thought, of course,
save for them. So my beauty, said Hook, as if
he spoke in syrup. You are to see your children
(11:41):
walk the plank. Fine gentleman, though he was, the intensity
of his communings had soiled his rough, and suddenly he
knew that she was geazing at it. With a hasty gesture,
he tried to hide it. But he was too late.
Are they to die, asked when with a look of
such frightful contempt that he nearly fainted. They are, he snarled.
(12:07):
Silence all he called gloatingly for a mother's last words
to her children. At this moment, Wendy was grand. These
are my last words, dear boys, she said firmly. I
feel that I have a message to you from your
real mother's and it is this. We hope our sons
will die like English gentlemen. Even the pirates were odd
(12:32):
and Toodles cried out hysterically, I am going to do
what my mother hopes. What are you to do? Nibs
what my mother hopes? What are you to do? Twin
what my mother hopes? John? What art? But Hook had
found his voice again. Tie her up, he shouted. It
was sme who tied her to the mast. See here, honey,
(12:55):
he whispered, I'll save you if you promise to be
my mother. But not even for Smee would she make
such a promise. I would almost rather have no children
at all, she said, disdainfully. Footnote disdainfully scornfully and footnote,
(13:16):
it is sad to know that not a boy was
looking at her as Smee tied her to the mast.
The eyes of all were on the plank, that last
little walk they were about to take. They were no
longer able to hope that they would walk it manfully,
for the capacity to think had gone from them. They
could stare and shiver. Only Hook smiled on them with
(13:40):
his teeth closed, and took a step toward Wendy. His
intention was to turn her face so that she could
see the boys walking the plank one by one. But
he never reached her. He never heard the cry of
anguish he hoped to wring from her. He heard something
else instead. It was the terrible talk of the crocodile.
(14:03):
They all heard it. Pirates, boys, Wendy, and immediately every
head was blown in one direction, not to the water,
whence the sound proceeded, but toward Hook. All knew that
what was about to happen concerned him alone, and that
from being actors they were suddenly becoming spectators. Very frightful
(14:25):
was it to see the change that came over him.
It was as if he had been clipped at every joint.
He fell in a little heap. The sound came steadily nearer,
and in advance of it came the s ghastly thought,
the crocodile is about to board the ship. Even the
iron claw hung inactive, as if knowing that it was
(14:47):
no intrinsic part of what the attacking force wanted. Left
so fearfully alone. Any other man would have lain with
his eyes shut where he fell. But the gigantic b
of hook was still working, and under its guidance, he
crawled on the knees along the deck as far from
the sound as he could go. The pirates respectfully cleared
(15:10):
a passage for him, and it was only when he
brought up against the bulwarks that he spoke, hide me,
he cried hoarsely. They gathered round him, all eyes averted
from the thing that was coming aboard. They had no
thought of fighting it. It was fate. Only one hook
was hidden from them. Did curiosity loosen the limbs of
(15:32):
the boys so that they could rush to the ship's
side to see the crocodile climbing it. Then they got
the strangest surprise of the Knight of Knights, for it
was no crocodile that was coming to their aid. It
was Peter. He signed to them not to give vent
to any cry of admiration that might rouse suspicion. Then
(15:53):
he went on ticking end of Chapter fourteen.
Recording by Patrick Seville, 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 hall, every beam in her detestable lay
(00:21):
ground strewn with mangled feathers. Footnote reekish looking, speedy looking,
and footnote. She was the cannibal of the seas, and
scarce needed that watchful eye, for she floated immune in
the horror of her name. She was wrapped in the
blanket of night, through which no sound from her could
(00:42):
have reached the shore. There was little sound and an
unagreeable save the whirr of the ship's sewing machine, at
which Smee sat, ever industrious and obliging the essence of
the commonplace pathetic Smee. I know not why he was
so infinitely pathetic, unless it were because he was so
(01:03):
pathetically unaware of it. But even strong men had to
turn hastily from looking at him, And more than once
on summer evenings, he had touched the font of Hook's
tears and made it flow. Of this, as of almost
everything else, Smee was quite unconscious. A few of the
pirates lean over the bulwarks, drinking in the miasma of
(01:25):
the night. Others sprawled by barrels over games of dice
and cards. And the exhausted four who had carried the
little house lay prone on the deck, where even in
their sleep they rolled skillfully to this side or that,
out of Hook's reach, lest he should claw them mechanically
in passing footnote, miasma, putrid mist and footnote. Hook trod
(01:50):
the deck in thought, o man unfathomable. It was his
hour of triumph. Peter had been removed forever from his path,
and all the other boys were in the brig about
to walk the plank. It was his grimace deed since
the days when he had brought barbecue to heal. And,
knowing as we do, how vain a tebernacle is man,
(02:14):
could we be surprised had he now paced the deck unsteadily,
bellied out by the winds of his success. But there
was no elation in his gait, which kept pace with
the action of a somber mind. Hook was profoundly dejected.
He was often thus when communing with himself on board ship,
(02:34):
and the quietude of the night. It was because he
was so terribly alone. This inscrutable man never felt more
alone than one surrounded by his dogs, who were socially
inferior to him. Hook was not his true name. To
reveal who he really was would even at this date,
(02:54):
set the country in a blaze. But as those who
read between the lines must already have guest, he had
been at a famous public school, and its traditions so
clung to him like garments with which, indeed they are
largely concerned. Thus it was offensive to him even now
to board a ship in the same dress in which
(03:15):
he grappled her. And he still adhered in his walk
to the school's distinguished louch footnote, grappled, attacked and footnote.
But above all he retained the passion for good form,
good form. However much he may have degenerated, he still
knew that this is all that really matters. Far from
(03:39):
within him, he heard a creaking as of rusty portals,
and through them came a stern tap tap tap, like
hammering in the night when one cannot sleep. Have you
been good form to day? Was there eternal question? Fame? Fame,
that glittering bauble, It is mine, he cried, Is it
(04:00):
quite good form to be distinguished at anything? The tap
tap from his school replied, I am the only man
whom barbecue feared. He urged, and flint feared barbecue, barbecue, flint?
What house? Came the cutting retort, most disquieting reflection of all.
(04:21):
Was it not bad form to think about good form?
His vitals were tortured by this problem. It was a
claw within him, sharper than the iron one, And as
it tore him, the perspiration dripped down his tallow countenance
and streaked his doll lit footnote tallow, waxy and footnote.
(04:42):
Oftentimes he drew his sleeve across his face, but there
was no damning that trickle ah envy not Hook. There
came to him a presentiment of his early dissolution footnote dissolution,
death and footnote. It was as if Peter's terrible oath
(05:02):
had boarded the ship. Hook felt a gloomy desire to
make his dying speech, lest presently there should be no
time for it. Better for Hook, he cried, if he
had had less ambition. It was in his darkest hours
only that he referred to himself in the third person.
(05:22):
No little children to love me. Strange that he should
think of this, which had never troubled him before. Perhaps
a sewing machine brought it to his mind. For long,
he muttered to himself, staring at Smee, who was hemming
placidly under the conviction that all children feared him, feared him,
(05:43):
feared Smee. There was not a child on board the
brig that night who did not already love him. He
had said horrid things to them and hit them with
the palm of his hand because he could not hit
with his fist, but they had only clung to him.
The more Michael had on his spectacles to tell poor
Smee that they thought him lovable, Hook itched to do it,
(06:07):
but it seemed too brutal. Instead, he revolved this mystery
in his mind. Why do they find Smee lovable? He
pursued the problem like the sleuth hound that he was.
If Smee was lovable, what was it that made him so?
A terrible answer suddenly presented itself. Good form had the
(06:31):
bo'sun good form without knowing it, which is the best
form of all. He remembered that you have to prove
you don't know you have it before you are eligible
for pop footnote pop an elite social club at eton
and footnote with a cry of rage. He raised his
iron hand over Smee's head, but he did not tear.
(06:54):
What arrested him was this reflection to claw a man
because he is good form? What would that be bad form?
The unhappy hook was as impotent as he was damp,
and he fell forward like a cut flower. Footnote impotent,
powerless and footnote His dogs, thinking him out of the
(07:18):
way for a time, discipline, instantly relaxed, and they broke
into a Batchilian dance, which brought him to his feet.
At once, all traces of human weakness gone, as if
a bucket of water had passed over him. Footnote bat Chillian,
drunken and footnote Quiet you scugs, he cried, or I'll
(07:41):
cast anchor in you, And at once the din was hushed.
Are all the children chained so that they cannot fly away? Aye? Aye?
Then hoist them up? The wretched prisoners were dragged from
the hold, all except Wendy, and ranged in line in
front of him. For a time, he seemed unconscious of
(08:01):
their presence. He lulled at his ease, humming, not unmelodociously
snatches of a rude song and fingering a pack of cards.
Ever and Anon, the light from his cigar gave a
touch of color to his face. Now, then, bullies, he said, briskly,
Six of you walk the plank to night, But I
(08:24):
have room for two cabin boys. Which a view is
it to be? Don't irritate him? Unnecessarily had been Wendy's
instructions in the hold, so Tootles stepped forward politely. Toodles
hated the idea of signing under such a man, but
an instinct told him that it would be prudent to
(08:44):
lay the responsibility of an absent person. And though a
somewhat silly boy, he knew that mothers alone were always
willing to be the buffer. All children know this about
mothers and despise them for it, but make constant use
of it. So Toodles explained prudently. You see, sir, I
don't think my mother would like me to be a pirate?
(09:06):
Would your mother like you to be a pirate? Slightly?
He winked at Slightly, who said mournfully, I don't think so,
as if he wished things had been otherwise, would your
mother like you to be a pirate twin. I don't
think so, said the first twin. As clever as the others,
Nibs would stow this gab roared Hook and the spokesman
(09:29):
were dragged back. You boy, he said, addressing John, you
look as if you had a little pluck in you.
Tit's never one to be a pirate, my hearty. Now,
John had sometimes experienced this hankering at Math's prep, and
he was struck by Hooks picking him out. I once
(09:51):
thought of calling myself red handed Jack, he said, diffidently,
and a good name too. We'll call you that here, bully.
If you join, What do you think? Michael asked John?
What would you call me? I fight? Join, Michael demanded,
Blackbeard Joe. Michael was naturally impressed. What do you think? John?
(10:14):
He wanted John to decide, and John wanted him to decide.
Shall we still be respectable subjects of the king? John inquired.
Through Hook's teeth, came the answer, you would have to
swear down with the king. Perhaps John had not behaved
very well so far, but he shone out. Now then
(10:34):
I refuse, he cried, banging the barrel in front of Hook.
And I refuse cried, Michael Rule Britannia squeaked curly. The
infuriated pirates buffeted them in the mouth, and Hook roared
out that Sills your doom. Bring up their mother, get
the plank ready. They were only boys, and they went
(10:58):
white as they saw Jukes Si Cho preparing the fatal plank,
But they tried to look brave when Wendy was brought up.
No words of mine can tell you how Wendy despised
those pirates. To the boys. There was at least some
glamor in the pirate's calling, but all that she saw
was that the ship had not been tidied for years.
(11:19):
There was not a porthole on the grimy glass of
which you might not have written with your finger, dirty pig,
and she had already written it on several But as
the boys gathered around her, she had no thought, of course,
save for them. So my beauty, said Hook, as if
he spoke in syrup. You are to see your children
(11:41):
walk the plank. Fine gentleman, though he was, the intensity
of his communings had soiled his rough, and suddenly he
knew that she was geazing at it. With a hasty gesture,
he tried to hide it. But he was too late.
Are they to die, asked when with a look of
such frightful contempt that he nearly fainted. They are, he snarled.
(12:07):
Silence all he called gloatingly for a mother's last words
to her children. At this moment, Wendy was grand. These
are my last words, dear boys, she said firmly. I
feel that I have a message to you from your
real mother's and it is this. We hope our sons
will die like English gentlemen. Even the pirates were odd
(12:32):
and Toodles cried out hysterically, I am going to do
what my mother hopes. What are you to do? Nibs
what my mother hopes? What are you to do? Twin
what my mother hopes? John? What art? But Hook had
found his voice again. Tie her up, he shouted. It
was sme who tied her to the mast. See here, honey,
(12:55):
he whispered, I'll save you if you promise to be
my mother. But not even for Smee would she make
such a promise. I would almost rather have no children
at all, she said, disdainfully. Footnote disdainfully scornfully and footnote,
(13:16):
it is sad to know that not a boy was
looking at her as Smee tied her to the mast.
The eyes of all were on the plank, that last
little walk they were about to take. They were no
longer able to hope that they would walk it manfully,
for the capacity to think had gone from them. They
could stare and shiver. Only Hook smiled on them with
(13:40):
his teeth closed, and took a step toward Wendy. His
intention was to turn her face so that she could
see the boys walking the plank one by one. But
he never reached her. He never heard the cry of
anguish he hoped to wring from her. He heard something
else instead. It was the terrible talk of the crocodile.
(14:03):
They all heard it. Pirates, boys, Wendy, and immediately every
head was blown in one direction, not to the water,
whence the sound proceeded, but toward Hook. All knew that
what was about to happen concerned him alone, and that
from being actors they were suddenly becoming spectators. Very frightful
(14:25):
was it to see the change that came over him.
It was as if he had been clipped at every joint.
He fell in a little heap. The sound came steadily nearer,
and in advance of it came the s ghastly thought,
the crocodile is about to board the ship. Even the
iron claw hung inactive, as if knowing that it was
(14:47):
no intrinsic part of what the attacking force wanted. Left
so fearfully alone. Any other man would have lain with
his eyes shut where he fell. But the gigantic b
of hook was still working, and under its guidance, he
crawled on the knees along the deck as far from
the sound as he could go. The pirates respectfully cleared
(15:10):
a passage for him, and it was only when he
brought up against the bulwarks that he spoke, hide me,
he cried hoarsely. They gathered round him, all eyes averted
from the thing that was coming aboard. They had no
thought of fighting it. It was fate. Only one hook
was hidden from them. Did curiosity loosen the limbs of
(15:32):
the boys so that they could rush to the ship's
side to see the crocodile climbing it. Then they got
the strangest surprise of the Knight of Knights, for it
was no crocodile that was coming to their aid. It
was Peter. He signed to them not to give vent
to any cry of admiration that might rouse suspicion. Then
(15:53):
he went on ticking end of Chapter fourteen.
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