In his absence things are usually quiet on the island. The fairies take an hour longer in the morning, the beasts attend to their young, the redskins feed heavily for six days and nights, and when pirates and lost boys meet they merely bite their thumbs at each other. But with the coming of Peter, who hates lethargy, they are under way again: if you put your ear to the ground now, you would hear the whole island seething with life.
Clarke is the leader of that group and Bellamy is the rah-rah motivator. But Clarke is the brains of the operation. Bellamy is the heart and Clarke is the brain. I’m not sure how I’d quite put it, but they need each other. Without a brain, you die and without a heart you die. One without the other wouldn’t have survived; and the group wouldn’t have survived.
A forest, then. Beautiful trees. And a lady singing. Love on the water, love underwater, love, love and so on. What a sweet lady. Sing lady, sing! Of course, she wakes the dragon. Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere. (x)