A cursed treasure chest, swashbuckling pirates, time-traveling brothers, mistaken identities, disgusting food, powerful witch, dark secrets = a non-stop-fun kids read.
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Flinders Press Books
A cursed treasure chest transports Ethan and Dallin from their modern lives onto a ship in the New World. Not just any ship, a merchant vessel transformed into a renegade pirate ship that same morning. Mistaken as thieves, the brothers must use their wits and humor to navigate the dark secrets of the brig, survive walking the plank, learn how to talk, fight and hurl insults like a pirate (along with the rest of the clueless crew), and solve the mystery that turned Captain Black Bart into a wannabe pirate. But even if they can save the pirates from themselves, can they unravel the curse that brought them here, and then figure out how to get back home?
The first in a series of comical adventures scattered across history. From the New World to the Great Wall of China, the Traveling Trunk Adventures are sure to capture the imagination, free the spirit of adventure, and tickle the funny bone of every reader, young and old alike.
“Landlubbers and thieves!” the captain cried out, louder this time. “What do PIRATES do with landlubbers and thieves?”
He added extra emphasis on “pirates” as if to remind his crew what they were.
“Do we drop ‘em off at shore, Cap’n?” a brawny, bald pirate asked timidly.
“Nay,” the captain bellowed. “Pirates don’t be droppin’ prisoners off at shore, Mr. Stiles.”
“Uh, Cap’n, I changed me name to Lance Killjoy,” the pirate said, his eye twitching nervously.
“Now why did ye do that Mr. Stiles, or Mr. Killjoy, whichever ye be?” the captain demanded.
“Ye said to, sir,” Mr. Killjoy answered. “This mornin’ ye told us all to be gettin’ pirate-sounding names, the kind which strike fear into the hearts of men.”
The captain paused, thinking.
“Right ye be, Mr. Killjoy. That there be a great name by the way,” the captain complimented, patting the burly pirate on his thick shoulders. “But somebody best let me know what ye all be calling yerselves now.”
Dallin leaned over to Ethan and said, “I don’t think they’ve been pirates for very long.”
Overhearing the boy’s comment, Captain Black Bart stopped pacing and scowled. “Ye be right,” he said bending down to Dallin’s level, his good eye bulging. “We ain’t been pirates fer very long, but we be learnin’ quickly.”
Mumbling to himself, the captain stood up and announced, “No, me hearties, pirates do not release thieves. Pirates make thieves walk the plank!”
“Wha—what do you mean, walk the plank?” Ethan stuttered. “You mean, like into the ocean?”
“Aye,” the captain growled. “It be a short trip to Davy Jones’ locker.”
“Cap’n,” a short pirate with a high-pitched voice interrupted. “But we don’t have a plank!”