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"This ride isn't bad," I whispered to Stacey, pulling her aside. "It's not like being on the water at all. The boats run on tracks, I think. They don't really float."
Stacey smiled at me. "Thanks, Byron," she said. "I'm feeling better already."
Pirates of the Caribbean is a cool ride. You tour around in these dark cavelike tunnels and watch these scenes that move. They show a band of really good pirates (eyepatches, black
hats, striped stockings, the works) raiding a little town in the Caribbean. You feel like you're actually there.
In one place, the pirates set some buildings on fire. The buildings really, really look like they're on fire, too Ч all red and yellow and glowing. In another place, you pass under a pirate sitting on a bridge or something and you can see that he has hairy legs! There are drunk pirates, there's a gunfight between two ships, with the exploding shells splashing the water all around your boat, and there are funny pirates in jail. A dog has the keys to their prison, but he won't give them up!
"Boy, some ride!" said Adam as we climbed out of our boat.
"I'll say," said Stacey. "I'm not a bit seasick. That was great."
We were all talking and asking questions as we walked outside.
"How did they make that fire?" asked Nicky. "Was it real?"
"What about that gunfight?" said Jordan.
"I liked the drunk pirates," said David Michael. "Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!"
Jordan began to get silly. David Michael's song had reminded him of another one. "How
dry I am," he sang. "How wet I'll be, if I don't find, the bathroom key!"
"Jordan," warned Stacey.
"How about this one?" I added. "Comet, it makes your mouth turn green. Comet, it tastes like Listerine. Comet, it makes you vomit. So get some Comet and vomit to Ч "
"Oh, wow!" Nicky suddenly cried. "Would you look where we are?"
I stopped singing. We all stopped walking. We had gotten off the ride and exited right into a gift shop. And we were surrounded by pirate stuff. There were black, three-cornered pirate hats. There were fake hooks for in case you lost your hand in a swordfight. There were necklaces with skulls on them and pirate flags and rubber daggers.
"Awesome," I said. "Totally awesome."
We all wanted to buy something. And we decided we should each buy something different so that when we got together in Sto-neybrook we'd have a really good collection of pirate stuff.
It took us ages to decide what to get. Finally I bought a hat, David Michael bought a skull necklace, Jordan bought a hook, Adam bought a dagger, and Nicky bought a flag.
"You know," I said when we'd finished paying for all the stuff, "we should really hunt for treasure now. We're all set for it. Do you guys want to?"
"Sure!" they replied.
"And," added Nicky, "where we find treasure, we might find the stowaway from the ship."
I wasn't following Micky's thinking on that one, but it didn't matter.
I pulled the map out of my pocket. It was more crumpled than ever. You could still read it, though. Then I pulled out a map of the Magic Kingdom. "Let's see," I said. My brothers and David Michael crowded around to look at the maps. "We should probably search somewhere near water, right?"
"Right," they said.
"What about Tom Sawyer's Island in Fron-tierland? You have to take rafts to get over there. And we wanted to go anyway."
"We're there!" cried Adam.
Most of us had already been to Tom Sawyer's Island, which was why we wanted to go again. It was almost as awesome as the pirate gift shop. We liked firing off the air guns at the fort.
But this time we were going there to hunt for treasure. We set to work as soon as we got off the raft.
"Should we split up or what?" asked Adam with a sly grin.
"Oh, no! No you don't! You can't fool me," said Stacey. "You guys stick together and I stick with you. Got it?"
"Got it," we said glumly.
We began our search. It wasn't as much fun as being on Treasure Cay, where we could dig up sand and turn over rocks and stuff. And where we didn't need a baby-sitter. At least Ч it wasn't as much fun at first.
But then ... I found it! Treasure! A real treasure*. I was crossing the floating barrel bridge and thought I saw something shiny. I leaned over and took a closer look. Something gold was snagged on one of the barrels. Very carefully, I picked it up. It was a bracelet and it was real old. The clasp was broken, but otherwise it looked okay. I wondered just how old it was. As old as pieces of eight? As old as a jewel from a pirate-raided town in the Caribbean?
I held it up and examined it in the sunlight.
The golden links looked worn and kind of dirty.
And valuable.
"You guys! You guys!" I yelled.
The others were ahead of me. They'd reached the end of the bridge. I ran to catch up.
"I found treasure!" I shrieked.
Everyone crowded around me Ч even a few people I didn't know.
"Look at this bracelet," I said. "It must be as old as pirates. They could have stolen it off some poor lady when they raided a town."
It was right then that I noticed Stacey looking at me kind of strangely. "What?" I said. "What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing," she said sadly. She held out her hand. "May I see the bracelet, please, Byron?"
I handed it to her.
"I'm really sorry to say this," she went on (and she sure did sound sorry), "but this bracelet is Dawn's. She lost it yesterday. Did it have a glass charm on it shaped like a unicorn?"
"No," I replied. "Are you sure this is Dawn's bracelet? That's a pretty big whaddyacallit Ч a pretty big coincidence."
"Amazing but true/' said Adam in this eerie voice.
"The charm must have slipped off," Stacey went on. The bracelet is old, though, Byron. You were right about that. It's an antique. It belonged to Dawn's great-aunt. Dawn liked this bracelet a whole lot. She was upset when she lost it. I think it's a family heirloom or something. She'll be really grateful that you found it."