in which all children grow up ...
The child who never grew
Loosely based on the characters and settings of JM Barrie
Where fairies and mermaids if they That there is far from the island
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The sun slowly descended behind the rock shaped like a skull. The lights faded from orange and red sticking out like lava from the openings of the eyes and mouth of the legendary rock.
"Good evening, Peter. How was your day? "
" As always, my friend, as always in the last twenty years. A bored to death, "said Peter sighed, disappointed. "You?" He added politely.
"My? HMF, "
" HMF. Or "asked Peter, who actually had not understood the meaning of what snort.
"What I tell you to do. Everything is dull, dear boy. You know better than me that the only important thing, now, is to assist every day at sunset on the island, sitting on this hill. "
Peter said, bending his torso back and crossing his hands behind his head to indulge on the fresh grass in the evening: "You're absolutely right. Damn right. "
The sky had changed colors from orange and red the past, almost blue to purple. The first stars began to appear - and the moon, which outlined the profile illuminating the contours of the island.
The Pirate Bay was empty, with only the memories could repopulate the place with ships, cries of battle, firing of guns or songs about women and drinking.
"Sometimes I hear them still singing to the rhythm of the banjo."
"Courage vecchiastro. Do not think, "said Peter. "You know, we're evil. 'S life, right? Joy, sadness. There is always the possibility that changes everything, remember. "He drew from his pocket an old flute made of reeds tied together with grass. Blowing tight-lipped, Peter reproduced the sound of night birds and the singing of the sirens.
"Can I ask you one thing, vecchiastro?
" Shoot. "
" You never thought to get your teammates? "
" Those bastards mutineers? Never! They are assholes of the sea, nothing else. I prefer to continue to get bored here. And you, because you have reached your friends? "Peter fell
just old hat over his eyes: "You know, I will not grow" in a voice uttered veiled. "And furthermore, even if I wanted to run the risk of growing old, I would not like to be alone. And age from only makes me more afraid than once hung to the mast of your ship with the stormy sky. "
I do not understand. Those two boys, Pennino and down, are no longer your friends? "
" To tell the truth, old man, "said Peter putting the flute in his pocket," I do not know anymore. What I know is living in London, are large, have a wife, children. All others, including that of a whore fairy, have left the island for other adventures. But after all, I could not force them to stay forever by my side, no? "
" Not really. "
Peter stood up, the shadow that he himself had patched the better the boots did the same. "I'm afraid, James."
"Afraid?"
said Peter, sorry: "What I feared has come true. I was alone, "he said. "Yes, I got you," he hastened to add in response to fake coughs of James Hook, "but friends who have followed me for years are gone. I have left. For what? Growing . The family . "
" Do not resent bad, Peter. May you not have left. Perhaps you expect, even with the window open .... Having said that, changed the voice of Hook. "If you" attack with the classic grace persuasive to which Peter still had not hooked, "I can go to London, kidnap their wives (and here Peter Hook imagined, old and horny, peck on the head dozens of shots of a rolling pin while trying to take away from the house wives of pen and duster) and bring them here. They will be forced to return to Neverland. You might meet them again and, sword in hand - fighting against this here Captain - win them back. You should not even bother to grow, even a bit '. What do you think? "
" With all due respect, old man, but I think you'd like to travel to London? You no longer have a ship, and you can not fly, "said Peter in a brisk tone. "Anyway, no, your proposal would never have accepted, under any circumstances."
"Yeah," said James Hook sad.
Around midnight, with the moon high in the sky, an eerie silence fell. There were no sirens to sing at night, as happened in the past, nor the sounds of Indian drums.
"See you tomorrow, old man. I'm going, "said Peter are walking towards the forest.
Hook said: "Peter! Boy, listen. "
" What? "
Hook's voice was low, myeloma and appealing at the same time:" They taught me to fly? "
Peter looked him from head to foot, he noticed with astonishment that the only special appearance of James Hook (Captain) never to be changed was the stump of glittering steel screwed for years to replace the right hand.
"James, do not take it, but just do not fly for you."
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