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CHAPTER 82

SO CLOSE

PETER, CLINGING TO THE RIGGING in the Jolly Roger, was trying to decide what to do.

Below him, Hook—who for the moment had apparently forgotten about his unwelcome passenger—was loudly celebrating his courageous defeat of the enemy ship—now steaming rapidly away—and his brilliant capture of the treasure. Hook stood on the foredeck, one foot on the chest, declaring to his crew that its contents would make them the most feared pirates on the sea, and even on the land, because now the ship could fly. Hook had seen it with his own eyes!

The pirates cheered. Hook beamed.

Looking down, Peter worried. Because Hook was right: with that much starstuff, he could do unimaginable damage, if he didn’t kill himself and his crew first. Peter looked around for allies. The mermaids had departed, apparently satisfied that when the steamship left, their job was done. There were Mollusks on the beach, but that was hundreds of yards away. Even Tink, at the moment, seemed to be missing. That left Peter, who wasn’t sure he was strong enough to fly down to the deck, let alone take on a shipload of pirates.

But who else was there?

“Hook!” he shouted.

The pirate captain looked up, and the triumph on his face changed to fury.

“You,” he said. “Get off my ship!”

“The chest is dangerous,” said Peter. “You’ll all die if you open it. You can’t keep it.”

“Is that so?” said Hook. “And who’s going to take it away from me?”

Peter stood up in the rigging. His knees felt weak; he hoped he had enough strength.

“I’m going to stop you,” he said.

Hook smiled, revealing the row of irregular brown stumps that passed for his teeth. He drew his sword.

“All right, boy,” he said. “Come down and stop me.”

Peter took a breath. His plan was to swoop down close to Hook, drawing him away from the chest. Then Peter would pull up and swerve around him, grab the chest, and carry it overboard. It was a good plan. The question was, did Peter have the strength?

He let out the breath and dove for the rigging.

The first part of the plan worked: as Peter swooped down, Hook came toward him, away from the chest. But as Peter tried to stop his descent and swerve around Hook, he found that he was far weaker than he’d feared. He slammed into the deck, barely breaking his fall with his arms, and rolled to a stop at Hook’s feet, groaning.

The pirates started forward. Hook bellowed at them to stay back.

“This moment is mine,” he said.

Peter, on his back, his body screaming in pain, opened his eyes to see Hook standing over him.

“This time,” Hook said, “I’ll make sure you’re dead.”

Slowly, enjoying the moment, he began to raise his sword. Peter tried to roll sideways to escape, but Hook’s boot came down on him, shoving him back. The boot pressed against Peter’s pocket. Peter felt something sharp.

The tip of the Sword of Mercy. He’d forgotten to drop it with the sword. Frantically, Peter reached for his pocket.

“Now, boy,” said Hook. “Die.”

He brought the sword down. He was aiming for Peter’s neck. His aim was true, but Peter’s hand was just quick enough as he brought the sword tip up to meet Hook’s downward thrust. There was a clash, and then a clattering sound, as the tip of Hook’s sword tumbled across the deck and into the sea.

Hook held up his broken sword, staring at it in disbelief.

From the deck, Peter saw a brilliant light over the pirate’s shoulder.

Tink. To Peter, she looked like an angel.

Stay down, she chimed.

For a moment, Peter wondered why. And then he saw the sleek silvery shape hurtling through the air.

Ammm.

The porpoise, having launched himself from the water on the starboard side, slammed into Hook’s body, sending him sprawling on the deck. Ammm’s momentum carried the porpoise over the port side. Before he reentered the water, two more airborne porpoises appeared on the starboard side, both aiming for the starstuff chest, their blunt noses hitting it at precisely the same moment.

“NO!!” screamed Hook as he watched the starstuff chest slide off the ship and into the sea. Realizing what was next, he shouted “GET THE BOY!!”

But it was too late. With a roar of fury, Hook watched as Peter, who had crawled to the edge of the deck, slipped over the side, landing gently on the starstuff chest, which bobbed in the water like a cork. Gathered around it were a dozen smiling porpoises, and a very self-satisfied Tinker Bell.

“LOWER THE BOATS!!” shouted Hook. “GET THE HARPOONS!! I WANT THAT BOY, AND I WANT THAT CHEST!!”

His crew, who knew that the Jolly Roger had no boats to lower, and no harpoons, did nothing.

“Cap’n,” said Smee, tugging Hook’s sleeve.

“WHAT IS IT?” said Hook, whirling in fury.

Backing away nervously, Smee said, “I think we’d better be going.”

“WHY??”

Smee pointed, and Hook looked. Coming around the point of the island were two dozen or more big canoes, each full of Mollusk warriors.

Hook looked down at the sea, where the chest—the chest that would have made him the most feared pirate on the sea or the land—bobbed gently in the waves, so close….

Then he looked at the oncoming canoes.

Then his shoulders slumped, and he gave the order.

“Make for Pirate Cove,” he said.

The battered ship made it that far, and no farther. When it reached the cove, its overburdened pumps finally gave out, and it settled to the bottom, in exactly the spot where it had sat for more than twenty years.

As if it had never left.