Indeed they would have slept longer , but Peter tired quickly of sleeping , and soon he would cry in his captain voice , `` We get off here . '' So with occasional tiffs , but on the whole rollicking , they drew near the Neverland ; for after many moons they did reach it , and , what is more , they had been going pretty straight all the time , not perhaps so much owing to the guidance of Peter or Tink as because the island was looking for them . It is only thus that any one may sight those magic shores . `` There it is , '' said Peter calmly . `` Where , where ? '' `` Where all the arrows are pointing . '' Indeed a million golden arrows were pointing it out to the children , all directed by their friend the sun , who wanted them to be sure of their way before leaving them for the night . Wendy and John and Michael stood on tip-toe in the air to get their first sight of the island . Strange to say , they all recognized it at once , and until fear fell upon them they hailed it , not as something long dreamt of and seen at last , but as a familiar friend to whom they were returning home for the holidays . `` John , there 's the lagoon . '' `` Wendy , look at the turtles burying their eggs in the sand . '' `` I say , John , I see your flamingo with the broken leg ! '' `` Look , Michael , there 's your cave ! '' `` John , what 's that in the brushwood ? '' `` It 's a wolf with her whelps . Wendy , I do believe that 's your little whelp ! '' `` There 's my boat , John , with her sides stove in ! '' `` No , it is n't . Why , we burned your boat . '' `` That 's her , at any rate .
I say , XXXXX , I see the smoke of the redskin camp ! ''
John Michael Neverland Peter Tink Wendy brushwood flamingo night whelp