Benny packed his flashlight in his suitcase the next morning. I guess I dont need it anymore on this trip, he said. We had two adventures: the big storm and finding that old postbox. Dont forget about seeing all those whales, Henry said. Benny tossed...
At lunch the guests at the Black Dog Inn could talk of nothing but the museum robbery. If you ask me, one guest said, the police should question Miss Coffin first. After all, she lives at the Sailors Museum. Humph! another guest said. What about inve...
The next morning, in the dining room, Mrs. Pease bustled around the Aldens table like a mother hen. Now today I want you children to eat well and not run off with just a few muffins. Especially you, Benny. I wont, said Benny who was on his second hel...
It was lunchtime when the Jonah docked. But the Aldens forgot all about being hungry. They couldnt wait to show Miss Coffin their discoveries. I just know shell be happy to see us when we show her these things, Violet said. Not like yesterday. Henry...
The Aldens spent the next morning at the beach. Benny hunted on his hands and knees for sharks teeth. Violet searched for pretty beach glass and unbroken shells, while Jessie and Henry scouted for driftwood. The whole time the Aldens were on the beac...
The Aldens made their way slowly past the quaint shops that lined the cobblestone streets of Ragged Cove. They headed to a big white captains house with a huge black ships anchor planted in front. Looks like this is it, Henry said when he saw the sig...
Golden sunlight poured into the Crows Nest as the Aldens awakened. Jessie tiptoed to the big windows to feel the sun. She opened the doors that led to the widows walk. Mmm, fresh sea air. Do you see any land yet? Henry joked. I dreamed we were on a l...
By six oclock in the morning, rays of sunlight squeezed through the shutters. It was warm in the sitting room. The heat was on again. Henry was sound asleep right next to the Peases dog, Blackie. Shh, Benny, Mrs. Pease said when she came in to check...
Jessie had been reading for fifteen minutes. Her throat was dry, but she couldnt stop. There were only a few pages left: In November 1869, there was still no sign of the Flying Cloud. Every day for two years, Emily Coffin climbed the stairs of her ho...
Four shivering children stood next to a big black stove. They were all wrapped up in white towels. I think my hat blew a-w-w-w-a-y, six-year-old Benny Alden said through chattering teeth. I hope it didnt land in the ocean! James Alden, the childrens...
