I didn't know what a Dart was, but he described them like dogs, their faces full of teeth, and I couldn't help the grimace I made. I wasn't afraid of hypothetical monsters when they weren't here, I had faced down plenty, including Peter Pan, but that didn't mean I thought they were pleasant. And anyone with a bit of sense would be afraid when coming face to face with something like that.

"We called ours the Many-Eyed," I told Steve. "The monsters on the Island. They were like... giant spiders. Their blood would burn us." I stretched out my arm, showing Steve the circular scars left behind from one battle with a Many-Eyed.