“Peter, Peter listen to me. Ferdinand Grove was your great grandfather”, crackled the tape. “He’s buried treasure on Swallow island. It’s an unmarked island 2000 leagues southeast of Adelaide bay. But whatever you do, never get involved with the Parkinsons.” And then, it went static. I gasped. The Parkinsons were my foster parents! I clutched tape to my chest and started running out when a giant something crashed on top of me. I looked up and saw it was Jackson Stilt, the butler, staring an evil grin at me. “ I see you’ve been going through the basement. We’ve been looking for this one a long time.”
“Let go of me you oversized baboon!” I shouted.
“Mind your words Mr. Flint,” he said. “They might earn you some extra time, locked up in the attic” he said with absolute glee!
I struggled and struggled but he wouldn’t let go of me and kept dragging me to the attic.
Finally we reached the attic. He threw me in and was just locking up the door when I lunged for him and pulled him in by the scruff of his collar. I slammed the door so hard that it locked itself. We were trapped!
“YOU!!!” he screeched! “Because of you, we’re both trapped and there’s no way out unless….unless…”
“You, kid, do you have a swiss army knife?”
“Well, yes. I found one on Sans Andreas harbor”
“Good. now do you have it with you?”
“Well naturally, a swiss army knife isn’t common”
“ Good. Now, open the screwdriver part”
“And then after that, put it between the crack between the door and the wall”
Then, slowly, but surely, the door creaked open.
I dashed out before Stilt could even utter a single word, grabbed some necessaries on the way, and sprinted out the front door. I hopped onto my cycle and went as fast as I could to Adelaide bay. As I hoped, I found Dr. Andy Clark, one of the only people I could trust.
“Ferdinand grove, buried treasure, 2000 leagues southeast, hire ship” I panted.
“All right, do you have a map?”
“No, but I have a tape with directions”
“Great, I already have a ship booked because I was going to go on vacation”
“I bet this would be better than an adventure”
“One last thing. Can stay at your house, because the Parkinsons are looking for me since I “borrowed” the tape from them”
“Sure, I’d be glad to have you over. We’ll be setting sail tomorrow”
The hours whizzed past, and before I knew it, it was morning. We set sail on a gargantuan gold and black cruise liner.
Nothing much happened during the day, just acres upon acres of plain blue sea. The next day, I woke to a chorus of “Hark the angels sing”. Then I remembered. It was Christmas! Everybody was quite merry, and the captain drank a few bottles of Oklahoman mead. After a few seconds, silence dropped. The captain had fainted! The ship medics had ran up to him and were carrying him away on a stretcher. After that incident, we all submitted our drinks for poison checking.
Later that day, around midnight when everyone else was asleep, I came out for a drink of water, I heard voices.
“ Ching, what did you think you were doing when you poisoned the captain! You might have been caught and we both would be overboard”
“Yang, I think we both know that the captain doesn’t have a chance. He’s physically weakened, and it’s only a matter of time before the rest are down.”
Ching and Yang were the the ships chefs! I made haste to run and tell Dr. Clark, when... “Achooo!” I sneezed. In a flash both men were at my side, and carrying me off onto a large dark mass in front of the ship. It was another ship! On it I saw the Parkinsons! The men dropped me and I found myself in front of a sword cabinet. I grabbed a sword and flung myself off deck. I managed to get my sword wedged onto the top of the deck and climbed on. I rushed to Dr. Clark’s cabin and told him about the night’s adventures. After he heard the story we went to wake up the captain. The next day, there was a little brown dot on the horizon, and by midday, we saw it was the treasure island!