The Willoughby Spit Wonder Tapa dura - 2004

Extracto

They sat down and stared out beyond the waves to a battleship bristling with big cannons, guns, and radar. Carter said, "The Sub-Mariner used to bend back cannons like those so that they wouldn’t fire right. When the stupid Nazis went and tried, the ones he’d bent exploded at the tip."

Minnie muttered, "Carter, the Sub-Mariner didn’t used to do anything. He’s not real."

"He used to in old stories."

She threw her hands in the air.

"Wish I could fly out there and bend the guns on that ship. You know?" He glanced over at his sister, who seemed to have decided a long time ago that her brother was a total bonehead. "Think about this, Minnie. Namor was the son of a regular man. Namor’s mom was Princess Fen of Atlantis. I guess she was stronger than his father, and so she must have lived longer. I thought about it last night. It’s kind of like Mom living longer than Dad. You know?"

"Don’t talk about Dad dying, okay?"

The situation rattled through Carter’s intestines. He hadn’t really meant to talk about death at all. What he’d wanted to do was explain how similar things were between Prince Namor and himself. "Okay."
"We’re not in comic books."

"I know. But just because we aren’t doesn’t mean we might not be special or something. We might change one day when we get older and figure out we have superstrength or know how to fly."

"I am older, and we’re not special. I already know."

"I don’t think you do."

"Carter," she said, "sometimes you make me worry."

"I never make myself worry. You know what? One afternoon, just to prove to you I’m like Namor, I’ll swim clear to Hampton. And when I get over there, I’m going to wait for you guys at the Chamberlain Hotel. You know they’d treat me like a movie star. I’d be the Boy Who Swam Across Hampton Roads. They’d probably give me all the Coca-Cola I could drink."