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In the tenth instalment of the Swallows and Amazons series, the young crew come face-to-face with the fiercest pirate of the South China Seas.
'So long,' called the harbourmaster. 'Don't run into Missee Lee!'
The Swallows, Amazons and Captain Flint are on a round-the-world voyage. It's been plain sailing for a hundred ports and now they are on their way to China. A friendly harbourmaster has given them a warning: to watch out for pirates roaming the waters around the Chinese coast, but they haven't paid much heed. Until the day that Gibber the monkey accidentally sinks the faithful Wild Cat. Separated, captured, miles from home, the Swallows and Amazons are about to meet their fate and the pirate who holds it: the legendary Missee Lee.
direction. The old man stopped combing his beard and spoke earnestly. The little man with the wrinkled eyes was nodding his head in agreement. Chang was scowling. Again Miss Lee was talking. The little man shook his head. The old man staring straight in front of him, was twisting together two or three of the long hairs of his beard. Chang’s face changed. Suddenly he got up and crossed the dais towards the prisoners. His smile was as friendly as it had been when he and Titty had been feeding
glanced at the shadows to see how the day was passing. Again and again he made as if to go, but every time he saw that Miss Lee had not touched her tea. At last there was a noise of shouting, and then, above the shouting, they heard Captain Flint in song: “We’ll rant and we’ll roar, like true British sailors, We’ll range and we’ll roam over all the salt seas. Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England, From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.” Miss Lee looked
Taicoon could not go till his hostess scoffed her drink. Same all over China. The bird fancier would sooner have stood on his head than have cleared out before she gave him the signal. Lucky for me, I gather. If he’d got away and met me on his own island, he’d have sent her back her money and said, ‘Solly. Plisoner him bloke. Come to pieces in me hands.’ Bit awkward for me being bought all the same. However.” “But why have they shut you up again?” said Roger. “Don’t you worry about that, my
to eat now. Go very easy on the water. If it blows really hard, keep right down in the bottom of the boat. …” CHAPTER III WHAT HAPPENED TO SWALLOW “I’M opening the grub-box,” said Susan. “Good,” said Roger. “Right,” said John. Looking across to the Amazon, they could see, as she lifted and fell, that Nancy and Peggy were busy in the stern, while Captain Flint, paddling gently, like John in Swallow, was keeping her head to wind. “Digging out their grub too,” said Roger. “I say,
said Captain Flint. “All our things are in the cabin,” said Roger. “But no food.” Miss Lee looked up from her Horace with a smile. “Plenty of stores fo’ward,” she said. “And plenty of water.” “Susan,” said Captain Flint. “Could you do something about it? If we’re going to be sunk, we may as well not sink hungry.” “Come on, Peggy,” said Susan, and the two mates went forward and into a door under the foredeck. “Those junks are towing,” said John a little later. “They’ve each got sampans towing