Peter and the Sword of Mercy (Peter and the Starcatchers)
Dave Barry, Ridley Pearson
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he finds out …” The chief sighed. “I was afraid this would happen some day. We’ve been blessed on this island, Peter. We were given a gift. Now it seems there’s a price to pay. If these men discover our secret, they will never leave us alone.” He looked at Peter. “I must get them off the island. Soon, before they learn anything more.” Peter felt relieved that Fighting Prawn wanted only to make the sailors leave. There was a time when the Mollusk chief would not have hesitated to kill the
prince—the prince—has fallen under the spell of a…ghost.” Molly glanced toward the stairs, concerned that the children would overhear. “It’s not a ghost,” she said. “You know very well what it is.” “I know no such thing,” he replied. “I know only that James felt a chill in Buckingham Palace, and now my wife is jeopardizing my career by traipsing off to Scotland Yard and—” “Your career?” interrupted Molly. “Is your career more important than James’s safety? Than mine? Is it more important than
uncomfortable silence followed. Then one of the detectives said, “We’ll be going now, Mr. Darling. We’ll let you know as soon as we hear anything.” “I would appreciate it,” said George, coldly. The detectives walked to the front door. From her place on the dark landing, Wendy saw them go past; they were accompanied by a bobby. With a shock, Wendy realized it was the same one she’d seen that morning, nodding at the hackney driver who had stopped for her mother. She had forgotten him until now.
when I was a girl.” James blushed. “I’m sorry!” he said. “I didn’t realize …” “There’s no need to apologize,” said Molly. “It’s just that George considers Molly a childish nickname. These days he prefers to call me by my given name, Mary. But that would sound odd coming from you. Please, call me Molly.” “Molly!” said John, giggling again. “Are you a barrister?” asked Michael. “Our father is a barrister. He wears a wig. But he’s not a lady.” “Michael!” said Molly. “Well, are you a barrister?”
“Mermaids,” he said. “And a flying boy.” The other three nodded, their eyes on the distant speck of land, which was growing steadily larger. The island was breathtakingly beautiful, its jungle green volcanic mountainsides rising steeply into the vivid blue sky. As the mermaids expertly navigated the lifeboat through an opening in a coral reef, the four men looked across a placid lagoon to a vertical rock cliff with a foaming waterfall plunging hundreds of feet onto a jumble of boulders below. To