The bugs of Neverland- for there were bugs, there always are- buzzed in the treetops. The leaves rustled gently in the wind. Somewhere, a bird sang out. From the humans seated around the impromptu table below, there came no sound. The creaking of many wooden bows being drawn all at once tends to stifle the spoken word very quickly.
"It was you, then," said the round-faced boy at last, setting down his teacup.
Lord Peter Wimsey blinked, raising his eyebrows- at least, the one not engaged in holding his monocle in place. "I beg your pardon?" he asked mildly. "I don't recall sayin' anything of the kind."
The boy- Danner recalled him introducing himself as 'Slightly'- grabbed up a knife much too big for him and waved it menacingly at Wimsey. "It was! We captured two of the pirates-"
"Needed someone to interrogate," said his right-hand boy knowingly as he hastily helped himself to an abandoned crumpet. That was Tootles.
"-and when we finally got 'em to talk, they said no one'd seen hide nor hair of Peter among the pirates for months!"
"So what exactly makes you think we're the ones responsible?" Lord Peter asked, cocking his head, bird-like. "I can't imagine any of us've set foot in Neverland in- oh, what would you lads say? Years?" There came a slight cough. "Oh, I am sorry, Miss Poppins. No disrespect meant."
"That's quite all right, Lord Peter." She alone of the group showed no sign of being disturbed, instead calmly reaching for her cup and saucer.
Slightly scowled. "Well- they wouldn't talk-"
"Pirates are horribly tough, you know-"
"-so after we put 'em to the most dreadful tortures we could think of, one of them said they'd seen grown-ups who weren't pirates, nor Indians, coming ashore a few months back." He glared at the adults assembled across the table. "The way we see it, it's got to be them who've kidnapped Peter- and them's got to be you!"
Further down the table, the Shadow pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath. "What was that, Mr. Cranston?" Miss Poppins inquired.
"I said, 'Remind me again why I signed up for this deal?'."
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Date: 2004-08-16 07:29 am (UTC)"It was you, then," said the round-faced boy at last, setting down his teacup.
Lord Peter Wimsey blinked, raising his eyebrows- at least, the one not engaged in holding his monocle in place. "I beg your pardon?" he asked mildly. "I don't recall sayin' anything of the kind."
The boy- Danner recalled him introducing himself as 'Slightly'- grabbed up a knife much too big for him and waved it menacingly at Wimsey. "It was! We captured two of the pirates-"
"Needed someone to interrogate," said his right-hand boy knowingly as he hastily helped himself to an abandoned crumpet. That was Tootles.
"-and when we finally got 'em to talk, they said no one'd seen hide nor hair of Peter among the pirates for months!"
"So what exactly makes you think we're the ones responsible?" Lord Peter asked, cocking his head, bird-like. "I can't imagine any of us've set foot in Neverland in- oh, what would you lads say? Years?" There came a slight cough. "Oh, I am sorry, Miss Poppins. No disrespect meant."
"That's quite all right, Lord Peter." She alone of the group showed no sign of being disturbed, instead calmly reaching for her cup and saucer.
Slightly scowled. "Well- they wouldn't talk-"
"Pirates are horribly tough, you know-"
"-so after we put 'em to the most dreadful tortures we could think of, one of them said they'd seen grown-ups who weren't pirates, nor Indians, coming ashore a few months back." He glared at the adults assembled across the table. "The way we see it, it's got to be them who've kidnapped Peter- and them's got to be you!"
Further down the table, the Shadow pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath. "What was that, Mr. Cranston?" Miss Poppins inquired.
"I said, 'Remind me again why I signed up for this deal?'."