She got up and pushed with her hands. A section of the tiny spaceship sprang away at her touch, admitting blinding light. She lay there with her eyes tightly shut, but after a while she could see. The boy was sleeping. She still hated him. He was sleeping with her doll in his arms. She took the doll and he moved his arms and woke up. She jumped out of the open spaceship with the doll and started running. She ran along a beach. But the sand was green. The ocean hissed and roared and there was nobody else. "N'ya! N'ya! Y'can't catch me!" she bawled at the top of her voice. And fell down in the sand. He caught up with her and fell on top of her and they wrestled for the doll. The surf thundered nearby. The tide, capricious in the grip of the three suns, rose suddenly, flooding them with chill water. Coughing and spluttering and choking, they retreated further up the beach. Soon they quieted down. "I'm soaking wet," she said. "My name is Charlie," he said sullenly. "Let's go back now." "How do we go back?" she wanted to know. "That's a nice doll," Charlie said. "You took it from me!" Accusingly. "Aw, I only wanted to look at it." "She has a crimson dress and everything." "This is some world," Charlie said after a while. "What's a world?" "Oh, a world is--you know--everything." "Oh." "You think it has Indians?" She said, "It ought to have Indians, anyhow." "And pirates too?" he asked in a voice full of awe. She nodded her head very seriously. "I like pirates," she said. "They're so scarey." Just then a ship came into view far away across the water. It had enormous sails and a black hull. On the fore-sail was painted a huge black skull. "Let's get out of here!" Charlie cried in alarm. But beetling cliffs reared behind the beach and although they ran frantically along at the edge of the green sand, they could find no way to scale the cliffs. The pirate ship came closer and closer. They got down whimpering at the base of the cliffs and remained very still. After a long time the pirate ship came close to shore. A longboat was dispatched and its oars flashed in the triple sunlight like giant legs on which the longboat walked across the waves toward the beach. Then the pirates were ashore. The man who led them had only one leg, and a peg. He looked very mean. * * * * * "It's Blackbeard the Pirate!" said Charlie in a frightened whisper. His Dad had once read him a story about Blackbeard. The pirate with the wooden leg suddenly had a black beard. "The doll!" cried Robin. "What's the matter?" "We left her down there. Crimson." She called her doll Crimson because she had a crimson dress.