It was Smee

who tied her to the mast. "See here, honey," he
whispered, "I'll save you if you promise to be my mother."

But not even for Smee would she make such a promise. "I would
almost rather have no children at all," she said disdainfully
[scornfully].

It is sad to know that not a boy was looking at her as Smee
tied her to the mast; the eyes of all were on the plank: that
last little walk they were about to take. They were no longer
able to hope that they would walk it manfully, for the capacity
to think had gone from them; they could stare and shiver only.

Hook smiled on them with his teeth closed, and took a step
toward Wendy. His intention was to turn her face so that she
should see they boys walking the plank one by one. But he never
reached her, he never heard the cry of anguish he hoped to wring
from her. He heard something else instead.