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Updated: June 20, 2025
For a minute I couldn't even move. Then I scrambled and slid after Jerry to the place on the Monster that most nearly faced the Wecanicut point. I don't think Greg really knew we'd left him; at least he didn't make a sound. The lanterns swung and bobbed nearer till they almost reached the point, and we could hear faint shouts.
He also said he supposed now we'd be wanting to hire the Jolly Nancy "fer to find submarine cities, sence he wouldn't let us have her to go a-stavin' in her bottom on them rocks off Wecanicut." We decided that he really didn't want to be bothered, so we went away presently.
I couldn't do anything but cuddle my cheek down against his, and he sobbed: "Make me stop crying, Chris." The light grew stronger and stronger till there were shadows among the rocks and Wecanicut came out green and brown. Jerry came back presently, and I wondered if he'd seen anything, but he said: "Chris, I just wanted to ask you. How long does it take for a person to starve?"
Suddenly Jerry said: "Are you hungry, Chris?" I said that I wasn't, and asked him if he was. But he said: "No, not very." There were real waves on the Wecanicut side of the Monster now, and the wind was still blowing from that direction harder than ever.
His shop is half on the ferry-wharf so that the window hangs right over the water, very high above it. It is quite a dizzyish place, but wonderful to look out at. Far away you see boats coming in, and Wecanicut all flat and gray, and then right below is nice sloshy green water with old boxes and straws floating by, and sometimes horrid orange-peels that picnic people throw in.
There was no sign of there ever having been treasure, for nobody could possibly have buried it, unless they'd hewn places in the living rock, like ancient Egyptians. We might have thought of that before, but of course we didn't honestly believe that there was treasure. Somehow the Sea Monster didn't seem nearly so jolly and exciting as it had from Wecanicut.
It is indeed a long way from Wecanicut to the Equator, but are you sure you measured to ME. Mid Equator? It is very different, you know. The bearded one is pleased with me and has not brought his poison bottles of late, but thank you for not wanting me to die just now. I do not know of any treasure in Bluar Boor, but I refer you to the enclosed letter which tells something of treasure elsewhere.
It's not a very big fort, but it squats on the other side of Wecanicut, watching the bay, and real cannon stick out at loopholes in the wall. The ferry really only goes to Wecanicut on account of the Fort, because there's nothing else there but a few farm houses and some ugly summer cottages near the ferry-slip.
So we cocked the bottle up on a rock and went back to the pirate-cave-entrance place to finish a game of smugglers. Wecanicut is a nice place to smuggle and do other dark deeds in, and I don't believe we'll ever be too old to think it's fun. This time we cut the rest of the tinfoil into roundish pieces with Jerry's jackknife, and stowed them into a cranny in the cave.
It always stops and plunges down just when he thinks it surely will forget and go smashing on up through the roof. He is quite disappointed that it never does. It behaved perfectly properly this time and paddled the old ferry-boat over to Wecanicut as usual.
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