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Where’s Scotty?

Book 1

The Island of DOOM

Cat Crafter

Copyright © KC Global Enterprises Pty Ltd

Smashwords Edition

Alex's Diary


(That means you, Scotty!)

Monday Morning – Breakfast time – Mood: Grumpy

There I was, not doing harm to anyone, lying in my bed. I was having a dream about being a beautiful mermaid, who decided to trade her fish tail for legs so she could walk on land. I then used my new legs to conquer the planet, and crowned myself Empress Alex – Ruler of Everything. Anyone who tried to resist my rule was fed to my pet shark, Bitey, who lived in the basement of my grand palace. It was a great dream.

That's why it was even worse when I was woken up by a world-shattering-

Being woken up early is the worst. I thought it was the end of the world! I sat upright in bed, and do you know what I saw? Half of my house was missing! Where there was once a wall made of cobblestone blocks, my selection of beautiful paintings of fruit bowls and sheep, and my crafting table, there was now a massive hole and a pile of rubble. The cold morning air slowly filled the room as I stared at the disaster, open-mouthed.

I could see right out to my farm and my chickens. Lucy and Helen looked right back in at me with a confused: bawk?

Then, to make things worse, Scotty appeared. My so-called 'best friend'.

Hiiiiiii, Alex,” he said in his 'please don't hate me' voice.

I think I may have startled a creeper near your house.” A creeper. The green, mean, exploding monsters that caused us all no end of trouble. You get too close and they like to explode. I jumped out of bed and stormed over to him.

You may have startled a creeper? Half my house is missing!”

Scotty looked at the hole with a thoughtful expression. “It doesn't look that bad.” Argh! I could strangle him sometimes!

Monday Morning – After Breakfast – Mood: Calm

I'm Calm. Don't I look Calm? I'm CALM.

OK, I've had my breakfast now. I'm feeling...calmer. On closer inspection, maybe the hole isn't that big. I was planning on extending the house in that direction anyway. I could probably make some stairs, build another floor, who knows. I still have a few chests of supplies that didn't get blown up, so that's nice.

I've managed to get Scotty to help out. By that, I mean that I grabbed him by the front of his stupid turquoise t-shirt that he always wears and told him that if he didn't help me, I'd lead all the creepers to his house and leave nothing except for his bed. He is gathering wood from nearby trees as a way of saying sorry (as he should).

It's going to be a loooong day.

Monday Morning – Building time - Mood: Sigh.

Scotty hurt his hand punching a tree. Who punches a tree?

He is weird.

Monday Afternoon – Time for Lunch! - Mood: A bit hungry


They are a real problem around here. I was walking towards a nearby mine to try and get some stone for my wall, and who should appear from behind a tree? A creeper! I barely managed to dodge before it blew up and took a few blocks of wood with it!

Ugh, it's so annoying.

Monday Afternoon – Still repairing my house – Mood: Really want Scotty to shut up.

Scotty is being a pain. I'm trying to fix my house, and he interrupts me every few seconds. I put the block down and he says:

“Alex, I'm boooored.”

I put another block down.

“Alex, I'm hungryyyy.”

I put another block down.

Alex, we should go on an adventure.

I put another block down.

Alex, why don't we do anything exciting anymore?”

I put another block down and say, “Our lives are exciting, Scotty.”

“But we used to have so much fun, questing, exploring deep mines, fighting monsters, things like that.”

I have a house now, Scotty. I have a farm. These things can be fun too.”

Scotty just stared at Lucy and Helen for a while. They were doing that thing where they run around in circles and go “Bawk! Bawk!” Those silly chickens are so much fun!

Wow, I just read that back. Maybe I am boring.

No. It's everyone else who is boring. I am fine.

On the plus side, we've spent most of the day adding new improvements to my house. It looks fantastic now. I think I might even add a tower to it tomorrow. Or a moat. Moats are cool.

Tuesday Morning – Breakfast Time. - Mood: Whhyyyy?

I hate creepers!!!

Guess what I woke up to today.

It's almost as if they just want to ruin my house. I mean, Scotty's house is just further down the path. Why can't they blow up his mud hut? It doesn't even have windows! Today, I didn't even get to wake up and inspect the damage, because they blew up next to the other side of my house. That means that I woke to the wall above my head blowing up and the feeling of my bed collapsing beneath me.

My bed. They broke my bed!

To top it all off, Scotty appeared, promising that it wasn't his fault this time.

I would have let him off, but he had to wander into the remains of my house and ask, “How is my sword collection? Is it alright?”

Scotty's sword collection. Why did he even store them in my house? Iron swords, wooden swords, stone swords, a golden sword he found in a chest on time...all stored in my house.

He didn't ask, “How are you, Alex? Are you OK, Alex? Let me make you breakfast, Alex.” Nope. It was all about his swords.

To make things worse, his sword collection was completely fine.

He went over to the weapon rack that they are so perfectly balanced on and took them down, hugging them to his chest.

“Ahhh, swords,” he said. “I remember the adventures we used to go on. How we used to fight bad guys and dark monsters.”

I swear he even started kissing them.

He is a bit creepy sometimes.

He needs to get out more.


OK. Breathe, Alex. Breeeeaaathe. Everything is fine.

I'm so hungry.

Tuesday Morning ish – I'm in a field – Mood: Bored

Scotty found me an apple. I'm slightly less hungry now. I'm trying to fill in one of the holes a creeper made in one of my fields, but my cow, Rebecca, keeps climbing inside it. What is the saying? Curiosity killed the cow? Probably.

She keeps nudging me with her big wet nose.

“Stop doing it rebecca. Get out of the hole so I can fix it!”

She is looking at me now, and moo-ing sadly.

Can she understand me?

Nah, she's a cow.

Maybe I should stop yelling angrily at my cow.

“Sorry, Rebecca.”

Tuesday Afternoon – Arrrrrgh! - Mood: Arrrrrrrgh!

Scotty, being the helpful person he is, has gone to the nearby village of Heredock to see if he can find something 'more interesting' to do. Although I could use his help, I'm a bit glad that he isn't here complaining about how 'boring life is'.

Then again, I could really use his help right now.

Why? Because my sheep have escaped! One of the creepers has blown up the fence to the sheep pen and the crafty sheep have used the time to make a run for it!

I'll make a list of my sheep here and tick them off once I have found them:

Roger, the black sheep – Found him in the nearby river! He's a soggy sheep now.

Sarah, the white sheep – Found her under a tree.

Bob, the orange sheep – Found him standing on top of the tree (how did he get up there?!)

Jake, the blue sheep – Was eating flowers on a nearby hill. I think he will get a tummy ache.

Samantha, the purple sheep – Found her inside my house! She was asleep under my table.

Phil, the brown sheep - didn't actually escape. Stayed inside the pen like a good sheep.

Sheepy, the yellow sheep – Found in the mine nearby, trying to eat rocks and failing.

Sheepy 2, the red sheep – With Sheepy, trying to lick some coal.

The Sheepanator, the pink sheep – She was walking towards Heredock! I managed to get her back though.

OK! Let's go round these sheep up! I can do it!

Tuesday Evening – Back home – Mood: So...sleepy

Running around after sheep all day is very tiring. Who knew they could run so fast? But I managed to get them all back! In fact, I even managed to get another sheep, that I have named Julie. Her wool is still white, but I have some dyes somewhere that will make swift work of that. I'm thinking she can be a green sheep. Yeah, it would match her eyes.

Someone is knocking on my door! It better not be Scotty begging me to make him dinner again.

Tuesday Evening – Still at Home – Mood: Confused.

It wasn't Scotty outside my door. Instead, it was an old man with a long white beard. He wore a purple robe and had a long wooden staff in one hand that looked like it was made from twisted tree roots. He looked at me with eyes as purple as his robe, stretched out his arms and said in a booming voice:

“I am Abraham, Great Wizard of the Forest, Elder of the Magic Council, Savior of the Diamond Realm, Juggler of Eggs, Maker of Slightly Burned Cakes, Quite-handy-with-a-Spade! Can you help me?”

I frowned. He seemed really weird. For a second I thought he was trying to sell me something. “Hello, Abraham...er...Great whatsit of the thingy,” I said. “What do you need help with?”

I am on a quest!” he replied. “A quest of great importance! A quest that if I do not complete, it will surely be the end of us all!”

Ah, OK,” I replied. “How can I help?”

Abraham leaned in close, beckoning me over, as if he planned to whisper in my ear. I moved forward slowly, reluctantly.

Do you know where I can find the one they call Scotty? For he is destined to save the world!

Yeah, you heard me right. Scotty is 'destined to save the world.'

Of course he is.

I told the wizard to go and check out Heredock, as Scotty was probably there, and then closed the door in his stupid bearded face.

I'm not angry. No, no. I'm just confused. I mean, why does Scotty get 'destined' to save the world, and all I am destined to do is fix my house over and over again? I mean, Scotty can't even make a sandwich without burning it! How is he going to save the world?

I could make sandwiches and save the world.

I just don't want to.

I'm far too busy.

I've got a farm to run and a house to extend.

I don't care. The old man is gone now, so I can focus on trying to get some sleep.

I am still tired from saving sheep all day anyway.

I don't have time to save the world.

I mean, I could save the world if I wanted to.

Maybe I will, some other day.

Not today, though.

I'm going to sleep.

Stupid Scotty.

Wednesday Morning – Weird times – Mood: Creeped out

I woke up this morning at a normal time, without an exploded house! Yay! Except, another strange thing happened today.

Remember the old man from yesterday? Well, he was still outside my house. It looked like he had walked back up the path to the lane that runs into town and then just...stopped. He was staring intensely into the distance, and was just kind of standing there with his staff. Weird.

When I had finished eating my breakfast, I opened my front door and slowly walked up to him. I didn't want to go too fast, in case it turned out he was a creeper in disguise or something. When I was right next to him, I tapped him on the shoulder. “Hello?”

He suddenly shook, as if waking up from a deep sleep, and said:

“I am Abraham, Great Wizard of the Forest, Elder of the Magic Council, Savior of the Diamond Realm….”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, waving a hand at him. “I know, we met yesterday, remember?”

He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes, inspecting me like I was a rotten apple.

Hmm,” he said. “You look a bit familiar. I definitely recall a boy with a big nose.”

I'm a girl,” I snapped at him, resisting the urge to kick him in the shins for the big nose remark. My nose is beautiful, thank you very much. “Have you found Scotty yet?”

Scotty!” His eyes widened. “Yes! Scotty! The chosen one! Destined to save the world! Bringer of the light!”

I blinked. This old guy sure liked to go a bit overboard with his Scotty compliments.

“Yeah, him.” I said with a sigh. “You found him?”

The old guy frowned and scratched his chin. “No, not yet. I am looking for him, though.”

Clearly this guy's brain was past its best. “Right. You want to come into my house for some food, and then we can find him together?”

The wizard smiled. “That sounds wonderful!”

So now I'm sitting in my kitchen with 'Abraham, weird of weirdos,' who is eating some bread. He even started writing something down in a kind of journal. I glanced over his shoulder and read this:

Bigge nose, haire of orange, mayebee a girle? Gudde Bred.

He really needs to work on his spelling. I guess he likes the bread. When he finishes, we'll head down to town.

Come to think of it, where is Scotty? He should be back by now, being as annoying as ever and trying to break my house. He went down to town yesterday. What is he doing? Maybe he got lost and fell into a lake.

Hmmm. I guess the old man and me both have a quest to find Scotty. Although, mine is more along the lines of 'drag him back here by the ear' and less 'saving the world'. Still, we can cross that bridge when we come to it.

The old man wants more bread. He must really like bread!

Wednesday Afternoon – Going to town – Mood: Frustrated

I've never met someone who gets lost when walking in a straight line before. It's a good thing I am guiding this old man to town, because otherwise he would definitely get lost. I even found him talking to a flower at one point. He stopped in the middle of the road, looked at the flower and said: “Mighty Flower! I am Abraham, Great Wizard of the...oh, what are you doing?”

I grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him along.

Come on,” I said. “No time to be talking to flowers if you want to find Scotty.”

Abraham stood back up. “You're right! We need to go! Farewell, sweet flower!” and then he started walking down the path... in the wrong direction!

“Abraham!” I shouted after him. “This way!”

He spun on his toes and turned back, walking towards me. “Right, right, yes, of course.”

We've only just made it to town. I guess we need to ask around for Scotty. We'll go to the Jake's first and then....

Oh no. He's wandered off again.

Hang on.

Wednesday Afternoon – The Soggy Spoon Night Club – Mood: On the hunt for Scotty!

There are two things about 'The Soggy Spoon Night Club' that have always bothered me. First, it closes at 6pm, so it is never open at night. Second, it has a jukebox in the corner but my friend Jake, who owns the place, says that music gives him a headache and so he never has it on (except for absolutely special occasions).

I think the Soggy Spoon is actually more of a cafe, but Jake doesn't think owning a cafe is manly enough.

However, the good thing about Jake is that he has his ear to the ground. Not literally, but he knows all the gossip and stuff that is going on in all the villages around. If I was going to find Scotty, this would be the best place to start. I sauntered up to the bar and flashed him my widest grin.

Jaaaaake, my buddy, my pal, my best friend,” I said. He isn't actually my best friend, but he doesn't need to know that.

Jake frowned at me from behind the counter, which he was cleaning with his sleeve. “What?” he grumbled. I could tell straight away that he still hadn't forgiven me for beating him at the fishing contest a few weeks ago. It's not my fault his fishing rod broke. He shouldn't have left it on my chair. “Who's the old timer?”

Abraham seemed to be having a very intense conversation with a nearby wall, asking for it to 'divulge its secrets'. I dismissed him with a wave of the hand.

Ignore him,” I said. “You seen Scotty?”

Jake shrugged. “Maybe.”

This wasn't going to be easy, I could tell. I needed to bribe him somehow. “If I promise to give you back the bow that I won off you last week, will you tell me?”

That got his attention. He loved that bow (unsurprisingly, it was a very good bow) and he would be willing to do anything to get it back. “Aye,” he said. “That might work.” He wiped a particularly mucky spot on the wood in front of him. “I saw him yesterday. Came in here talking about how bored he was and stuff, so I sent him off to the docks. I heard there was a ship down there about to set off on a big quest or something.”

The docks. Had Scotty gone off on an adventure without telling me? If so, there will be hell to pay.

Actually, now that I think about it, was the bow hanging on that wall that got blown up?

Huh. I won't mention that to Jake. Maybe he'll forget.

Yeah. Probably.

Wednesday Afternoon – Down at the Docks – Mood: Everything here stinks of fish!

I'm pretty good at fishing. There is something very peaceful about sitting in a rowing boat that I have built with a fishing rod dangling in the blue water, and just doing nothing. I don't even have to catch fish. It's very relaxing.

Unless Scotty is with me.

He fidgets and grumbles and wobbles the boat and moans about how it is so boring and how the water doesn't do anything and how it is too quiet.

He only comes with me when I go to the docks. It is a bustling market of people all working hard on building ships, loading ships with goods, selling their goods, and generally being loud. In fact, being quiet at the docks is almost against the law. You have to push your way through crowds of people just to take a few steps in one direction.

I don't come here very often.

Scotty loves it here.

So it would make sense that he would come here. I've asked around at all his usual haunts: the old pier, the new pier, the middle pier (which is neither new nor old), the cake shop (that's my favorite), the bakery, the weapons shop. No one had seen him.

Where is Scotty?

Wednesday Afternoon – The Docks – Mood: Angry!

Scotty is stupid and dumb and reckless and foolish and...ugh, lots of other, much ruder words! I found some fishermen who had just come back from a day's fishing, sorting out their catch by one of the smaller docks. I recognized the main fisherman as Hank, a huge guy who was mostly beard, carrying a large collection of fish from the boat. I approached him.

Hank! Have you seen Scotty?”

Hank didn't take long to think about it.


“You have? Brilliant! Where?”

“He's gone,” he replied.

“What do you mean, 'gone'?” I asked.

Acotty is lost to us? Oh mercy, this is truly a devastating blow for the forces of good! How we shall suffer in the oncoming wave of darkness!” Abraham cried and stroked on his beard.

“Shh,” I said to the old man and turned back to Hank. “Where is he?”

“He's on a ship,” Hank said, loading his fish into a nearby chest. He looked out towards the horizon. “That one. Called the Angry Mermaid, I think. The Captain was raving on about an adventure to a mysterious island on a distant coast.”

An adventure? Yes, that sounded right up Scotty's street. He would have definitely jumped on that chance. I looked to where Hank was pointing. In the distance, beyond the outer wall of the dock, was a small ship sailing towards the setting sun. It was definitely too far away to stop it now. I sighed. I had failed in my quest to get Scotty back.

“Yep, they're probably going to do something very exciting,” Hank continued in a voice that suggested he would find drying paint exciting.

“An exciting adventure?” I said. “But I have an exciting adventure waiting for him right here!” I pointed at Abraham who was inspecting something on his finger which he had just pulled out his hair. He popped it into his mouth and looked up at me.

Hmmm?” he said. “What?”

“Oh, yeah,” said the fisherman, sarcastically. “Looks exciting.”

“Quiet,” I grumbled.

So that's it. Adventure over. Scotty has gone and left without even saying goodbye (rude!) and the world is going to end, apparently. It's a shame. I shouldn't have bothered fixing my house again. It will probably be destroyed by tomorrow.

Wednesday Evening – The Docks – Mood: Determined

You know what? No.

I am NOT going to be left behind while Scotty does something exciting and I have to babysit Abraham, Great Wizard of weird. He smells like cabbage.

I am going to find my own ship with my own crew, and we are going to get Scotty back. Then Abraham can take him and save the day and I can go back to looking after my cows and sheep and chickens. I don't care what happens after that.

Yeah, I can do this! Now all I need to do is find a ship. There are plenty to choose from on this dock. One of them has got to want to go on an adventure, right? Yeah. This won't take long, I am sure.

Wednesday Evening – The Docks – Mood: Why do I bother?

Why is it so hard to get a ship?

The captain just laughed in my face!

OK, ok, stay calm. Let's try the next one.

Wednesday Evening – Down at the docks – Mood: Not giving up!

Alright, so these are the ships and the captains I have talked to so far and their reactions. I am mainly writing it down so I can get revenge later:

Name: The Floaty Boat

Captain: Kyle Rogers

Reaction: Hahahaha! No.

Name: The Fisher King

Captain: Lenny Withers

Reaction: Ew. You're a girl? Get off my ship.

Name: The Plucky Penguin

Captain: Jason Falt

Reaction: What do you mean my ship's name is silly?

Name: The Creeper's Menace

Captain: Sarah Gets

Reaction: Sure, I'll take you, for 5 diamonds. (Where am I supposed to get 5 diamonds?!)

Name: ???? It was too rotted to tell.

Captain:??? Some man wearing underpants on his head.

Reaction: mumbles and grumbles and drools (I didn't want to get too close.)

So that's that. I'm down to two ships left and one of them...oh yep. It just left, I am watching it sail out of the harbour right now. I guess I should get a move on and try and persuade the captain of the remaining ship that they absolutely want to go on an adventure with me.

Wish me luck!

Wednesday Evening – Down at the docks – Mood: Happy! (I'm eating dinner)

OK, so the final ship I approached was interesting. I wasn't sure at first if it was even sailable. I mean, sure, it had everything a ship needs, a sail, a big wooden hull, and it just about floated, but apart from that it looked like a wreck! There was a big hole in one side and the whole thing went crreeeeaaaaak every time it rocked with the waves. On the side was a wooden sign that looked like it had been stuck on in a hurry and was beginning to fall off. It read:

The Happy-Go-Lucky

The flimsy rope that held it to the dock looked like it might once have been a lead to tie a horse, but at this point, I wasn't complaining. I mean, I would try anything just to get a ship to sail me in the direction of Scotty. This was my final chance.

I went to the wooden ramp that led up to the boat and said, “Hello? I'd like to speak to the Captain?”

There was no response from anyone on the ship. Creeeeak.


“I think it's a ghost ship,” Abraham commented. “Ghosts can be very unhelpful.”

I rolled my eyes and advanced toward the ship.

“Hello?” I said again. “Is anyone-”

“Ya HA!”

I almost fell off the ramp leading up to the ship as someone leapt in front of me, sword drawn and pointing at my neck!

“Stay back, ye scurvy pirate!” I looked up at the person who was holding the sword. The first thing I noticed was the long plait of golden hair that wrapped around her body and across her waist as a belt. Atop her head was a big, triangular black hat with a picture of an orange cat sewn neatly onto the front. The rest of her clothes seemed to be colorful patches of cloth all stitched together. She looked at me with wild green eyes and wiggled the sword a bit more.

“Back, pirate!” she said. “Back, I say!”

I frowned. I wasn't about to be bullied by this strangely dressed person. “I'm not a pirate, and neither is he.” I pointed at Abraham who was picking something out of his beard. I'm sure whatever it was wiggled tiny legs in the air.

“Hello!” he said cheerfully. “I like your sword. It's very sharp.” He leaned over to me and whispered: “She's not a ghost. Ghosts don't like sharp swords.”

The woman narrowed her eyes at me and then, after a second, lowered her sword. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

I rolled my eyes. “Who did you think I was?”

The woman shrugged. “My mother.”

I frowned. “And who are you?” I asked.

“I am CAT DANGER!” she said, standing tall and proud. “For I have a fierce love of cats and I sometimes can cope with a bit of danger...” her voice trailed off. “Not too much, though.” She thought about it. “Actually the less danger, the better. Heard of me?” She glanced down at me.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

She sighed. “Most people haven't. Except for my mother, sadly. How can I help you?”

I grinned. It was time to put on the charm. “I need to hire your ship for....”

“To save the world!” Abraham chimed in.

“Yes,” I said. “I need to....”

“It’s very important!” Abraham waved his staff to add emphasis.

“Right,” I agreed. “What I'm trying to say is....”

“DO YOU HAVE ANY BREAD?” Abraham asked, just as dramatically. I turned and gave him an angry stare. “What?” he looked at me. “I'm hungry.”

“Shh.” I said. I turned back to Cat. “I need, we need to hire your ship for a very important quest to....”

“Nope,” Cat Danger said.

“Nope?” I replied. “But you haven't even heard what I am offering yet!”

“Still nope.” Cat shrugged. “As you can see, my ship is a bit...how to put it?”

“In an awful state of repair? Un-sailable? A complete wreck?” Abraham offered.

Cat wrinkled her nose. “One of them would probably have been enough.”

A thought popped into my head. “So what you're saying is, if it were fixed, you'd be glad to help me.”

Cat thought about it. “Yes, I suppose so, but-”

“Deal!” I said, grabbing her hand and shaking it before she realized what was going on. “I will fix your ship and then you can help me save the world.”

Cat looked down at our hands shaking and then back up at me. Her eyes narrowed. “I don't like it when people play me, girl.”

“My name's Alex,” I grinned. “Or as you'll later know me, partner!”

Cat rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned and walked back onto her ship. “You've got until tomorrow. If it isn't fixed by then, the Happy-Go-Lucky isn't going anywhere.”

I frowned again. “Only one night? That's impossible!”

“Ugh,” Cat rolled her eyes. “You sound just like my mother.”

But you know what? I think I can fix it in one night! If I can, then we can all sail off to Scotty tomorrow morning! What Cat doesn't know is that she has just asked the best builder around to fix her ship. I mean, I've had to rebuild my house so many times, I could probably fix things in my sleep! I'm going to leave Abraham at the docks (he is apparently talking to some fish now) and I am going to run back up to my house and get some supplies. This ship is going to be fixed before you know it!

Eeee! I am so excited!

Thursday Morning (reeeally early) – Aboard the Happy-Go-Lucky – Mood: So...tired...

The sun is rising and.... Yawwwwwn... I've been up all night fixing the Happy-Go-Lucky. Abraham helped a bit too, but I soon found him lying on the deck, curled around the central mast and fast asleep. He gets points for trying. It took quite a few wooden planks to fix the hole in the hull of the ship, some iron bars to help strengthen the what? And I've just spent a long time patching up the sail with other blocks of wool from my sheep. It might be a bit more colorful now, but that doesn't matter too much, right? I think it looks better.

I'm taking a break now. I've just got to finish the ship's wheel with a few wooden sticks, and then I should be done. Cat hasn't left her Captain's Quarters all night to check on me, so I assume she is asleep too. When she wakes up, she is definitely going to say 'yes Alex, you are so great and smart and amazing and pretty, I will obviously help you on your quest just like we agreed because you are so smart and - did I say pretty? Well, I shall say it again because it is so true. I have never met anyone else who is as perfect as you.'

Or something like that.

Abraham would agree with me if he was awake. Probably.

Did you know he sleeps with his eyes open? It's weird. He is snoring though, and no matter how much I wave a hand in front of his face, he doesn't react. Weird.

Thursday Morning – Aboard the Happy-Go-Lucky – Mood: Angry!

No matter how much I knock on her door, Cat isn't answering. To make things worse, when I went off the ship to get breakfast and came back, the rest of her crew must have returned from whatever they were up to last night. There are three of them, all men. The biggest of the three seems to be the size of a mountain, his head shaven and his face in a severe frown. The other two are twins, although one is dressed in black and the other is dressed in white. Apart from that, they are identical right down to the small wispy red beard that sticks out of their chins.

All three of them have gathered on the deck of the ship and have fallen asleep as well! I have tried nudging them, yelling at them and kicking them, but none of them seem to react to anything I do. Probably due to years of having to sleep on rainy and rough seas, they have gained the ability to sleep through anything.

They are all worse than Abraham! At least he woke up when I waved some freshly baked bread in front of his nose (he really likes bread, like, to an insane amount).

But nope, Cat and the rest of her crew are all fast asleep, ignoring the hard work I have done and delaying the quest! I need to get going as soon as possible! With every minute I am standing here, Scotty gets further and further away and I am closer and closer to being forever stuck with Abraham and his constant spraying of crumbs everywhere when he talks. I keep telling him to speak after he has swallowed his bread, but then he gets all grumpy and refuses to talk until he has picked every single crumb out of his beard.

Wow, I do sound like a mom, don't I?

What am I going to do?

Thursday Morning – Aboard the Happy-Go-Lucky – Mood: Sad :(

It's almost afternoon now, and it doesn't look like Cat and her crew are ever going to wake up. I've tried yelling at them, I've tried poking them with sticks, I've tried everything. They only grumbled a bit in their sleep, and now one of them has taken my stick and is hugging it like a teddy bear.

I've decided to give up. Quest over. I'll just wait here until Scotty gets back.

I guess now I know why I wasn't chosen to save the world.

Thursday Morning – Still on the ship – Mood: Plotting

I know I just said that I was giving up, but something happened. I was staring out into the sea, sure that there was nothing left to do but wait for Scotty to come back from his adventure, when Abraham sat down next to me, his old bones cracking and clicking. He took in a deep breath.

“Ahh, that fresh ocean air,” he said. “Good for the lungs. For the hair too.” He nodded knowledgeably.

We both sat and stared for a while. Then, after a pause, Abraham said, “So are we going after Scotty?”

I sighed. It was like he didn't pay attention to anything around him.

“We can't go anywhere,” I said. “The crew is still asleep.”

Abraham looked at the sleeping crew. “So?”

“So?” I frowned at him. “What do you mean by so?”

“Well,” Abraham raised a hairy eyebrow thoughtfully. “We have a ship, fully repaired and ready to go, why don't we just get going?”

“Because the crew is asleep,” I said again.

“And?” Abraham said. “Let them sleep. We can do the first bit.”

My eyes widened as I suddenly realised what he was suggesting. He wanted us to steal the ship while the crew were still asleep. I thought about it. I don't really know how to pilot a ship, but surely the idea was just to point it in the right direction and let the ship do the rest? I mean, it'll be just like riding a horse, right? A big, wooden, floaty horse that doesn't need feeding. It might even be easier than riding a horse.

Anyway, I've decided that Abraham's idea is the best. We just need to get the ship out into the open sea and then we can wake the crew up (somehow) and be like, 'Hey, you promised to help us if we fixed your ship, well here it is, let's go!'

They won't be too angry, right?

Thursday Afternoon – Locked up in the Happy-Go-Lucky Brig – Mood: Embarrassed

Soooo...er...sailing a ship is a little harder than I thought. Also, turns out the ship's crew were angry. Oh boy were they angry. They do not like it when you sail their ship without them knowing.

I think they were over-reacting a bit.

Just a little.

Alright, maybe I didn't think this plan through completely.

Oh yeah, and I'm now locked up in the 'brig' under the deck of the ship with Abraham. It's basically a cell. It has thick iron bars that extend from the ceiling to the floor, so we aren't going anywhere any time soon. I should know, I tested the door to see if it would open. It wouldn’t.

It's a bit annoying.

It was all going so well at first. I managed to sneak past the sleeping crew, get off the ship and untie it from the dock. It took a few tries to figure out the complex knot they had used, but I got there eventually. Next, I just had to get the sails were unfurled and make sure everything about our plan was going smoothly. It was simple stuff, and the crew didn’t even twitch. The only problem was, once we were ready to go, the ship just kind of... sat there in the water. I turned the ship's wheel, I tried saying 'go, ship, go!', I even tried getting off the ship and pushing it, but no matter what, it wouldn't move. It was like the ship was being stubborn, refusing to go anywhere without its Captain's permission.

Abraham just kind of stared at me as I tried everything. He's always so helpful.

“What's the matter?” he asked as I tried running from one side of the ship to the other to make it move.

“It...isn't...moving...that's...the...matter!” I said, giving up on running. “I don't know how we are going to find Scotty at this rate.”

“Oh,” said Abraham. “Running from side to side of the ship isn't helpful.”

“Well, if you know how to move a ship, be my guest!” I said. Little did I know these were the words that would kick Abraham into action.

“Oh, I can move a ship. Easy,” he nodded. “I am a wizard after all.”

I blinked. “You can?”

“Oh yes.” He escorted me over to the wheel of the ship and said: “Hold onto that please.”

He took up a position in the centre of the deck and raised his arms above his head. Abraham then lowered his arms, to scratch his chin and cleared his throat. “Hang on, let me just remember the magic words,” he frowned.

I was sure that he was just going to yell nonsense, leaving us stuck in the same situation, but then he smiled.

“Ahh yes, a standard weather spell.” He raised his arms again and said, in a booming voice that seemed to shake the very air around me:

I think that is how it's spelled anyway. It might have had a few more ¥'s in it.

That was when I realized that Abraham was a real wizard! He wasn't just some crazy old man who had turned up at my door and made a bunch of impossible claims. He was a real, actual magical person (who just happened to be a crazy old man as well)!

As soon as he had finished yelling his magical word, the wind suddenly picked up and started blowing furiously from behind us. My hair was whipped forward in front of me and for a while, I wasn't sure what was going on. Then I noticed that the ship was moving!

The wind was catching in the sail above us and blowing the ship out of the dock, towards the big, blue sea! I had to try and guide the ship as best I could, navigating around other ships and fishermen, but I was too busy laughing to hear the sounds of their screams and insulting words because we were on our way! We were going an on adventure to find Scotty!

By the time we reached the open ocean, I was really happy. I mean, it had worked. I never thought in a thousand years that it would actually work, and yet here we were on a ship, sailing in the sea.

As you have probably guessed already, that was where it all kind of fell apart. I shouted down at Abraham: “It worked! You're fantastic!” only to find that he had passed out on the ship deck and was now curled up like a little mouse, sucking his thumb and sleeping. I guess doing magic took a lot out of the guy.

To make things even worse (because it couldn't all go to plan, could it?) Nooooo. I felt the tip of a metallic blade touch lightly against my neck. I didn't turn to see who it was, because I could hear Cat Danger breathing angrily behind me.

“You stole my ship? My ship?” she snapped.

“Ow!” I said, flinching away from the sword. “I didn't steal your ship, I just got us started on our quest. You were busy sleeping and I....”

“You took my ship without permission!” she interrupted me. I'll admit, when she said it like that, it did sound a little like stealing. “There wasn't meant to be a journey! My ship isn't sea worthy!”

I turned to her, avoiding the tip of her sword. “It is sea worthy! Look around you!”

Cat looked around with narrowed eyes. The ship was floating quite happily on the sea. She frowned and then shook her head.

“We had an agreement,” I said, trying to convince her.

“We had nothing! You just shook my hand!” she waved her sword in front of my face, in a limp, less convincing manner. I was getting to her.

“That's how you make an agreement,” I said. “And now we are going to find Scotty.”

“Who is Scotty?” she sneered. “Where are we even going? Do we have supplies? Food? Weapons?”

“Scotty left on the Angry Mermaid yesterday and....”

Cat threw back her head and laughed. “The Angry Mermaid? That ship that was going to explore the mysterious island on the far coast? That crew couldn't sail a rowboat. They are probably already lost.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but Cat continued.

“...if we are at sea for weeks without food, we'll all die. Did you think of that?” Cat groaned. “You know what? No. I can tell you didn't. Sally, could you put her in the brig please? We have to turn this ship around and go back.”

“No, you can't,” I began, but then I felt Sally's huge arms wrap around me and lift me off my feet. This must have been the mountain of a crew member I saw earlier, sleeping on the deck.

“Sorry about this,” he said in a surprisingly soft voice.

I wriggled and struggled, but Sally had a grip like iron. He also smelled like lavender, a surprising combination. He carried me and Abraham below deck and threw us in here, the ship's brig. He then apologized for being so rough and patted Abraham on the head with a big, meaty hand.

As he closed the metallic door to the cell, I looked him in the eye. “So you're the ship's muscle? The big, strong and scary guy?”

Sally shrugged. “I'm actually the cook. If you're ever out of here, I'll make you a mushroom stew that will fill your belly for hours!” He smiled widely and gave us both a thumbs-up.

“Er... thanks?” I said, as he clambered back up onto the deck. That was weird.

All I know is that it smells really bad down here. It's dark too! I can barely see anything. There are a few streams of light coming in from the trapdoor in the deck and I am using that to write this. But I can tell you one thing, the ship hasn't turned around yet. I don't know why, but we are still on the same course we set off on this morning.

Abraham is fast asleep. He is currently hugging a bucket and mumbling something about cheese. Come to think of it, I am a little bit hungry. I wonder if Cat does have any food on her ship? Surely she does. Who doesn't keep food on their ship?

I wonder if I can persuade her to bring me some.

Maybe if I ask really, really nicely?

Bored – Bored – Mood: Bored

I’m so bored.

This is boring.

I am bored.


Thursday Afternoon – Still locked up – Mood: Rhymes with 'floored'

Abraham has woken up. He decided the best way to pass the time would be to tell a story called ‘The Man Who Dug Too Deep’.

It went a bit like this:

There once was a man who had a pickaxe and he thought it would be really smart to dig directly downwards to see how far he could go. He dug deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and-

I decided to interrupt at this point. “Deeper?”

“Don't interrupt!” Abraham snapped, then he lulled back into his 'storytelling mode'. “And deeper and deeper and...” he frowned. “I forgot where I was.”

I sighed. Being in the brig was super boring, but listening to his stories was somehow making it even worse. “He was digging deeper?” I said.

“Yes!” Abraham's eyes widened. He looked at me suspiciously. “Have you heard this story before?”

“No, I just guessed.”

“He dug deeper and deeper and it got darker and darker and darker until it was pitch black. Blacker than coal and even the darkest of nights. Then he realized....”

Abraham paused for effect (or maybe he just forgot for a second what he was talking about again, it could be either).

“-That he couldn't dig any deeper.”

I blinked. “What, he dug through to the other side of the world?”

“No,” Abraham frowned. “He reached bed rock. You can't dig through that without some very powerful magic, and even then it is not advisable.”

I rolled my eyes. “He couldn't dig any further, so what? What happened next?”

Abraham shrugged. “Oh, he died horribly. The End.”

“You can't just end a story like that!” I said. “That's awful!”

He shrugged. “And yet I did. And the morale of the story is: Never dig directly down or you will die horribly.”

You could have just told me that,” I sighed, leaning against the wall.

Note to self: Don't let Abraham tell stories anymore.

Thursday Afternoon – Battering down the hatches – Mood: Scared

OK, I'm beginning to think that perhaps stealing a ship I didn't know how to control, then powering it by magic and hoping everything would work out, wasn’t the best idea. A little while ago, the ship started swaying and rocking a lot more than your standard 'floating on water' sway. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the fact that my stomach was swaying and rocking too.

I think I started turning a little green.

“You!” Cat threw open the hatch from above deck and stumbled down the stairs, pointing at me accusingly. “What have you done?”

Urk...me?” I burped. I swallowed and tried to speak again. “I haven't done any...urk...thing!”

Then why can't we turn this ship around?” she pressed her face against the bars of our cell.

I blinked at her. “Urk,” I replied. “I mean...what?” I turned towards Abraham. “Did your magic have any urk to do with this?” I closed my eyes again. Why wouldn't the ship stop rocking?

Cat looked at me suspiciously. “What do you mean' magic?'”

I pointed at Abraham. “He used magic to get the ship moving. He's a...urk...wizard.”

Abraham's thick, hairy eyebrows lowered. “I am not an 'Urk' Wizard! They are no more powerful than a party magician! I am a full Wizard! I command the power of the elements in my pinky toe!”

Cat looked down at the old man sitting on the floor. “Really? You don't look like a Wizard.”

Abraham looked very offended. “How dare you!” he said, standing up with the help of his staff. “I am the most wizardly wizard you'll ever know! You don't look like a Captain to me!”

Cat drew her sword. “You want to say that to my face, old man?”

Abraham laughed. “You wouldn't last a second in a fight against me! My magic is all-powerful! It will turn you into a-”

“Guys!” I shouted, then took a deep breath as my stomach growled unhappily. “This isn't the time to argue.” I turned to Abraham. “Why can't she turn the ship around?”

Abraham spluttered and mumbled and said: “I don't know, I mean, it could be...perhaps...I'm not sure...I may have used a slightly too strong incantation and the wind might still be guiding us a little. It should die down soon and you will regain full control, I am sure. I think I said too many '¥'s.”

“Well, it had better stop very soon!” Cat snapped. “Because we are heading right into the worst storm I have ever seen!”

“Urk!” I said, shocked.

She wasn't joking. Cat finally let us out so we could come back up onto the deck and see the damage we had done.

It was bad.

In the distance ahead of us was a large, black cloud, sparks of lightning reaching down to the water, and the rumble of distant thunder. I instantly wanted to be back below deck.

“That doesn't look good,” I said.

“And I knew it was there,” said Cat. “If we had waited just a few more hours, we could have avoided it completely, but here we are floating straight towards it because someone was too impatient.”

She knew that there was a storm heading towards Heredock and had decided to stay inside a bit longer. It was my fault that we were heading towards it now and I had no idea what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of, I got angry.

“Well, maybe if someone wasn't so lazy, and busy trying to trick me into fixing her ship, we would have known! You know how many times I tried to wake you up?”

Abraham leaned over. “Probably not, she was fast asleep.”

“Not helping, Abraham!” I shouted at him.

Cat leaned in close, her teeth bared in anger. She looked like she was about to explode, but then she took a breath and stepped back. “Well, we haven't got a choice now. We've got to prepare.”

She turned towards the man dressed in white who stood at the wheel of the ship. “Bob!” she shouted. “I need you on full alert. Be ready for when those waves get too big. Try to slow us down as much as you can.” Bob nodded. “Other Bob!” Cat turned to a man in black who was standing on the other side of the ship. “I need you to put the sails away. Start tying everything you can down to the deck. We don't want anything flying around when the wind starts blowing. You got that?”

The man dressed in black, also called Bob, apparently, nodded in almost the exact same way and then began to climb up the mast in the center of the ship. “Wizard,” she said. “If your magic is so great, surely you can just blow this storm away?”

Abraham blushed. “Well, usually, yes, but after the spell I just cast, I still need to recharge and....”

Cat waved a hand at him. “Never mind. I'm going to need you to help out during the storm. Both of you.” She looked at me now. “I don't know how much the Happy-Go-Lucky can take. If I give you an order, you will follow it immediately, without question, understood?”

Abraham and I looked at each other and gulped. We nodded silently and Cat went back to barking orders at her crew. Her face was set into a hard, determined line and it began to hit me how much danger we were in.

I think I would have preferred for her to shout at me.

What have we got ourselves into?

It's starting to rain now. The storm is beginning.

Wish us luck.

Friday? Morning? Afternoon?– Drying out... somewhere – Mood: Completely Lost

The storm wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Oh no.

It was much, much worse!

How much worse? Well, imagine the worst storm you can think of. Got it in your mind? Great, now multiply it by a Gazillion and add one.

Yeah. That bad.

It wasn't so bad to begin with. Sure, it was wet, each raindrop feeling like a little icy dagger against my face, and my hair got stuck to my face and kept going in my eyes, but it wasn't bad.

Cat shouted things like 'Batten down the hatches' and 'secure that rigging' and tons of other sea captain stuff that I didn't understand. Luckily though, her crew knew exactly what she meant, and if they needed help pulling on a rope, or tying a knot or fixing some wood, I was there to help out as best as I could. In fact, for a while, I even thought we had made it through the storm and it was clearing up. I was wrong. So, so wrong.

The ship started to wobble around in the water like an unsupervised toddler.

The waves started getting bigger.

The wind became so strong that even Cat's shouts were blown away into the sky.

The ship was soon a tiny blip surrounded by white, churning water that bombarded us from every side. I could taste the salt inside my mouth and it washed up my nose every time I tried to breathe in. Soon, I found myself just holding onto the side, sprayed with water from every angle and just screaming, hoping that the storm would end soon.

But it didn't. In fact, it got worse!

The wind was whipping at my hair and soon all everyone could do was just hold on. Cat grabbed onto my waist and shouted: “Secure yourself to the deck!” and handed me a rope. She then slid across the deck and out of sight.

“CAT!” I screamed after her, but it was fine. She managed to hold on to the mast with her hands and I saw her giving me a thumbs-up just as the next wave crashed down onto our heads.

All I needed to do now was hold on. Hold on and pray that this wasn't the end of our journey. I don't think I was praying hard enough. I used a gap between the waves to attach the lead to a nearby wooden post, but I couldn't finish in time. I looped the rope and was about to tie myself down when water crashed down on my head and the rope slipped from my hands!

That's when I realized the deck was rushing away beneath me, faster than anything I could possibly hope to hold on to. I saw Abraham holding onto the side, his old hand extended out for mine as I zoomed past like a bullet. He shouted something that was lost in the wind and chaos, and that's when I realized that I was overboard.

For a second, the world was dark and cold and deadly quiet. There was a strange peace under the water.

I saw a black squid swim harmlessly by, as if there wasn't the storm to end all storms battling over its head. I gave him an angry glare, but I don't think he noticed. He carried on his journey, ignoring me completely.

I began kicking and fighting against the water, trying to mimic the squid, but there was no way I was going to get to the surface. In fact, the more I fought, the deeper the water seemed to pull me. Soon the Happy-go-Lucky was nothing more than a speck against flashes of lightning in the distance. My lungs were burning and I knew if I didn't do something drastic soon, I would be in big trouble.

I kicked and I fought some more until finally, it took all my strength, but I burst out of the water. I took in a deep, deeeeep lungful of breath and let out a cheer, until I looked up.

The biggest, wildest-looking wave towered above me, and I knew that I was in trouble. I needed to figure out something to do.

But my mind could only think of one thing: “I hope Scotty is OK.”

Then the water crashed down on my head and everything went black.

Of course, that isn't the end of the story. I'm not writing this journal as a ghost (although that would be awesome. I would definitely haunt Scotty).

Actually, I hope Scotty never reads this and finds out that my possible last thought was about him. He would get a really big head and start pretending like he is 'really important to me' or something.

He isn't, if you were wondering.

The thought just appeared in my head. A random thought. It could have just as easily been something like 'the cake is a lie' or 'I like cheese'. So Scotty, if you are reading this (but you shouldn't be, so put my journal down right now!) the thought was nothing. Totally random.

Anyway, where was I?

Oh yes, everything went black.

What happened next? I haven't got any idea, but it must have involved me floating a lot.

Then I woke up here.

Where is here?

No idea!

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