Peter and the Starcatchers
Dave Barry, Ridley Pearson
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Don'teven think of starting this bookunless you're sitting in a comfortable chair and have lots of time. Afast-paced, impossible-to-put-down adventure awaits as the young orphan Peterand his mates are dispatched to an island ruled by the evil King Zarboff. Theyset sail aboard the Never Land, a ship carrying a precious and mysterious trunk inits cargo hold, and the journey quickly becomes fraught with excitement anddanger.
Discoverrichly developed characters in the sweet but sophisticated Molly, the scary butfamiliar Black Stache, and the fearless Peter. Treacherous battles withpirates, foreboding thunderstorms at sea, and evocative writing immerses thereader in a story that slowly and finally reveals the secrets and mysteries ofthe beloved Peter Pan.
determined to get out of there as quickly as possible, only to stop when he heard the sailor’s astonished “Wha … ?” Unable to control his curiosity, Peter risked a backward glance. The guard was on his hands and knees, next to the bulky shape on the floor. Peter, his eyes now fully adjusted to the darkness, recognized it as the canvas-wrapped cargo he’d seen being carried aboard the ship. The guard, his mouth agape, was staring at something above the shape. A rat. In midair. A rat floating in
Mollusks who’d been surrounding Alf and the boys stepped forward, tugged the seated boys to their feet, and began herding the group after Fighting Prawn. As they walked toward the trees, Mollusks emerged from the labyrinth of vertical branches to watch their approach; by the time they reached the tree complex, the crowd had grown to at least a hundred men, women, and children, staring at Alf and the others, who walked in a close, nervous little clot. Peter whispered to Alf, “What d’you think
their arms, and flopping their now-useless tails through the shallow water. The blond mermaid he’d saved was in front. Her eyes met his as she made a series of urgent, but incomprehensible sounds, clearly trying to tell him something. “What is it?” called Peter. “WhUNNNH.” The clublike wooden handle of Little Richard’s whip, two feet of two-inch-diameter oak, slammed into Peter’s skull from behind. Peter instantly crumpled to the shallow water, unable to break his fall, and lay facedown,
Peter considered that. “But it could be lonely, too,” he said. “Staying the same age, while your friends grow up.” He looked at Molly, then quickly looked away. “Yes,” said Leonard. “There is that.” “How will I know?” said Peter. “How will I know if I’ve changed?” “I think,” said Leonard, “you’ll just have to wait. And perhaps I’m mistaken. We can look into this more, when we’re back in England; I’ll arrange with your family to…” “I have no family,” said Peter. “I’m an orphan.” He gestured
his face, examining her. Then, after glancing down at Peter, he thrust her into the canary cage and closed the door. Peter, woozy, his face screaming in pain, struggled unsteadily to his feet. “Let her go!” he shouted at the man. “You can’t keep her! She’s not yours!” “Now she is,” the man said softly. “She’s all mine.” He stared at her, intrigued. “But what is she? Ain’t never seen one like her.” Peter lunged toward the cage again, but the man was too quick, and far too strong. He stepped in