Koiwai Yotsuba 【小岩井 四葉】 よつば (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rollypolyclover) wrote2011-10-04 08:00 pm
rollypolyclover) wrote2011-10-04 08:00 pm
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Like so, that would be wonderful. Enjoy the pandas.
[action] March 24th, afternoon
Being the animated girl she is she's quick to get into the book and react along with the events taking place, smiling, frowning, laughing and at times humming the words of the book if a song is mentioned or people start singing about dead men's chests and rum. Sometimes her reactions are a little out of place but she's enjoying the story regardless.
Right now she's caught on 'eyeless creature' and is imagining a literal eyeless person as opposed to a blind man.]
Ooh, scary, the eyeless guy is scary...
[action] March 24th, afternoon
He is, isn't he?
[Eyeless... blind...
Does it really matter when reading to a little girl from a pirate book? No. No, it doesn't. This is one place where Sherlock won't stand on the technical details.]
"Sir," said I, "upon my word I dare not."
"Oh," he sneered, "that's it! Take me in straight or I'll break your arm."
And he gave it, as he spoke, a wrench that made me cry out.
Not very nice, is he?
[action] March 24th, afternoon
[That eyeless guy is going to break Jim's arm? Yeah, that's not nice at all.]
He's a bad guy isn't he? Yotsuba hopes he doesn't take the eyeless guy anywhere!
[Scary, doing mean things. This guy has bad written all over him, and she's seen enough disney movies to know a bad guy when she sees one. Or hears one being read to her.]
[action] March 24th, afternoon
[He hides a slight smile, turning the page. Familiar words and the reactions he knows from his own childhood.]
"Sir," said I, "it is for yourself I mean. The captain is not what he used to be. He sits with a drawn cutlass. Another gentleman--"
"Come, now, march," interrupted he; and I never heard a voice so cruel, and cold, and ugly as that blind man's. It cowed me more than the pain, and I began to obey him at once, walking straight in at the door and towards the parlour, where our sick old buccaneer was sitting, dazed with rum. The blind man clung close to me, holding me in one iron fist and leaning almost more of his weight on me than I could carry. "Lead me straight up to him, and when I'm in view, cry out, 'Here's a friend for you, Bill.' If you don't, I'll do this," and with that he gave me a twitch that I thought would have made me faint. Between this and that, I was so utterly terrified of the blind beggar that I forgot my terror of the captain, and as I opened the parlour door, cried out the words he had ordered in a trembling voice.
The poor captain raised his eyes, and at one look the rum went out of him and left him staring sober. The expression of his face was not so much of terror as of mortal sickness. He made a movement to rise, but I do not believe he had enough force left in his body.
[action] March 24th, afternoon
[Speaking in a sort of whiny voice, not loud enough to interrupt Sherlock but enough to voice how she's feeling about the story.
...Despite this she does end up mimicking a 'here's a friend for you, Bill' in a sing-songy voice when the part comes up, quickly settling back down though so she can find out how the captain reacts and what the blind guy does next.]
Ohhh... Are they gonna fight?
[action] March 24th, afternoon
[...A morbid story, he considers, as he reads the rest.]
"Now, Bill, sit where you are," said the beggar. "If I can't see, I can hear a finger stirring. Business is business. Hold out your left hand. Boy, take his left hand by the wrist and bring it near to my right."
We both obeyed him to the letter, and I saw him pass something from the hollow of the hand that held his stick into the palm of the captain's, which closed upon it instantly.
"And now that's done," said the blind man; and at the words he suddenly left hold of me, and with incredible accuracy and nimbleness, skipped out of the parlour and into the road, where, as I still stood motionless, I could hear his stick go tap-tap-tapping into the distance.
It was some time before either I or the captain seemed to gather our senses, but at length, and about at the same moment, I released his wrist, which I was still holding, and he drew in his hand and looked sharply into the palm.
"Ten o'clock!" he cried. "Six hours. We'll do them yet," and he sprang to his feet.
Even as he did so, he reeled, put his hand to his throat, stood swaying for a moment, and then, with a peculiar sound, fell from his whole height face foremost to the floor.
I ran to him at once, calling to my mother. But haste was all in vain. The captain had been struck dead by thundering apoplexy. It is a curious thing to understand, for I had certainly never liked the man, though of late I had begun to pity him, but as soon as I saw that he was dead, I burst into a flood of tears. It was the second death I had known, and the sorrow of the first was still fresh in my heart.
[Another slight smile, another glance down at the girl.]
And that's where chapter three ends.
[action] March 24th, afternoon
[It sounds like they might fight, at least to her. She seems to be following along very carefully, even leaning in close to the book as thought that might somehow might help her understanding.
When the eyeless guy just... Leaves... She almost seems disappointed. What, no fight? Well that's a good thing, but she was getting worked up there. Having everyone all safe and the eyeless guy gone is good too though.
But oh no! The captain fell over and-- WAIT HE'S DEAD?! WHAT. AAAAH.
Slowly staring up at Sherlock with her mouth wide open.]
...He died.
[action] March 24th, afternoon
[Sherlock smiles ever so faintly. Perhaps even a mischievous glint to it. A shadow of the child who had loved this book.]
You know, I wonder what'll happen to the treasure map he told Jim he was hiding.
What do you think?
[action] March 24th, afternoon
[Now then, she isn't the brightest child by any means, but when the title of the book is called 'Treasure Island' she can guess that a treasure map will probably lead to treasure... And possibly an island of some sort.]
He'll look at the map and go 'oh, there's treasure over there!' so he'll get some pirate friends and go find the treasure and dig it up! [...] Oh, at the X, because that's where you find treasure on maps. X marks the spot!