First her voice grew strong , then she popped out of bed , then she was flashing through the room more merry and impudent than ever . She never thought of thanking those who believed , but she would have like to get at the ones who had hissed . `` And now to rescue Wendy ! '' The moon was riding in a cloudy heaven when Peter rose from his tree , begirt -LSB- belted -RSB- with weapons and wearing little else , to set out upon his perilous quest . It was not such a night as he would have chosen . He had hoped to fly , keeping not far from the ground so that nothing unwonted should escape his eyes ; but in that fitful light to have flown low would have meant trailing his shadow through the trees , thus disturbing birds and acquainting a watchful foe that he was astir . He regretted now that he had given the birds of the island such strange names that they are very wild and difficult of approach . There was no other course but to press forward in redskin fashion , at which happily he was an adept -LSB- expert -RSB- . But in what direction , for he could not be sure that the children had been taken to the ship ? A light fall of snow had obliterated all footmarks ; and a deathly silence pervaded the island , as if for a space Nature stood still in horror of the recent carnage . He had taught the children something of the forest lore that he had himself learned from Tiger Lily and Tinker Bell , and knew that in their dire hour they were not likely to forget it . Slightly , if he had an opportunity , would blaze -LSB- cut a mark in -RSB- the trees , for instance , Curly would drop seeds , and Wendy would leave her handkerchief at some important place . The 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 14 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 -LSB- speedy-looking -RSB- 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 .
She was wrapped in the blanket of XXXXX , through which no sound from her could have reached the shore .
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