It had been a very quiet summer until July 17th, when the Fish People sent that letter.
The fish people have no post offices, so they are forever inventive with their letters. Last year it was the rain of frogs I told you about. The year before, those cryptic messages spelt out by sea snails. But it’s always the same message, the Fish People getting in trouble again, and Dad and I have to help every time.
This year, they sent the Pirate Captain Barrabossa with his motley crew of cutnecks and adventurers. Their galleon tore up the pond something frantic, Mom set the Labradors on them so that shows you how bad. But there was nothing for it, and Dad and I were sailing West even before the day was out.
Early next morning we had reached the Horizon. Being so close to it, the ship had shrunk something frightful. Dad was right at the front, so he had shrunk the most, so tiny he fit in my pocket where he stayed while we fell over the edge of the world, into a secret underground land. The lizard warriors who lived there took me for the Captain, so I had to help them in their fight against the seahorses before they gave me the Watery Sceptre that would drive off the Ghost of Atlantis that was terrorising the Fish People.
It was a whole adventure getting back to the Horizon, but the assignment said only one page. I’ll just say that the new ship we won of Barrabossa at the end can go invisible at will, so that’s how we got safely around the Shark Leeches on the way home.
I still haven’t figured out how to make Dad the proper size again though.