Tales of Terror From the Black Ship
“They had been brought up on the north Norfolk coast and knew those creeks and marshes like they knew the pores and creases of their own grimy skin – skin that seemed to hold the stain of that mud in its every crevice.
It felt to Ben that they were tied to one another by some invisible bond. He could not remember a time when they had been more than a dozen yards apart. Peter regularly used the word ‘we’ when another person would have used ‘I’. He would say ‘we’re hungry’ or ‘we’re tired’ and... simply assume that Ben shared these feelings, which, to Ben’s annoyance, he invariably did.
Ben had never felt truly alone. He had never felt that he existed as a single entity, independent from his brother. It was as if it took two of them to make a whole, and, without Peter, he was incomplete: a half-thing.
He had never expressed these concerns to Peter; in fact this secrecy was a form of rebellion, as it had always been assumed that they would share everything.MoreLess
It felt to Ben that they were tied to one another by some invisible bond. He could not remember a time when they had been more than a dozen yards apart. Peter regularly used the word ‘we’ when another person would have used ‘I’. He would say ‘we’re hungry’ or ‘we’re tired’ and... simply assume that Ben shared these feelings, which, to Ben’s annoyance, he invariably did.
Ben had never felt truly alone. He had never felt that he existed as a single entity, independent from his brother. It was as if it took two of them to make a whole, and, without Peter, he was incomplete: a half-thing.
He had never expressed these concerns to Peter; in fact this secrecy was a form of rebellion, as it had always been assumed that they would share everything.MoreLess
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