Free The Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Treasure Hunt by Megan McDonald Page B

said Scurvy Sam. “Where there’s pirates, there be tricks and tons of monkey business.
Yarr.
”
    Dad walked up with their luggage. “C’mon. Time to get to the inn.”
    “And wash up before we grub up,” said Mom, wheeling a suitcase.
    “Did you hear?” said Stink. “A real treasure hunt. Right here on Pirate Island. Can we do it?”
    “Can we, can we, can we?” asked Mad Molly and Scurvy Stink.

    “Lights out at eight o’clock,” Mom said when they got back to the Clam On Inn after supper. “That goes for flashlights, too. Pirate Rule Number Four.”
    “Not you, too!” Judy groaned. “It’s vacation. Can’t we stay up late? Bedtime isn’t a pirate rule.”
    “No mutiny on the SS
Moody,
” Mom said, shaking her head.
    Stink checked the pirate rule book. “She’s right.”
    “C’mon, kids. We’ve had a long trip today,” said Dad. “You’ll want to have lots of energy for tomorrow’s —”
    “Treasure hunt!” screamed Judy and Stink at the same time.
    Before they knew it, the two of them were catching forty winks.

Stink was the first one out of bed the next morning.
    “Stink, you’re wearing that striped pirate shirt again? Didn’t you even take a bath?”
    “Pirates don’t take baths,” said Stink. “Here, smell my armpit.”
    “Gross! You smell worse than a pirate’s monkey on a poop deck!”
    “Yarr,”
said Stink.
    After Mom and Dad woke up, drank buckets of coffee, and read the paper for a year, they took Judy and Stink to Silver Lake Harbor, where the treasure hunt was about to begin.
    “I see it!” said Stink. “I see the pirate ship!”
    Before them loomed the tall poles of the three-masted square-rigger, the
Queen Anne’s Revenge II.
Sails flapped like kites in the wind. Kids and families gazed up at the ship in awe.
    A ship’s bell clanged several times in a row. Just then, a pirate swung down on a long rope from the yardarm (like Tarzan) and landed on deck with a loud
ker-PLUNK
(not like Tarzan). It was Scurvy Sam!

    “Ahoy, ahoy, all ye treasure seekers,” he called. “Welcome to the Third Annual Pirate Island Treasure Hunt. Listen up, scallywags. There be five clues in all. Each clue’ll lead ye to the next. When ye think ye figgered out a clue, turn it in to the nearest Assistant Pirate. They be wearin’ a red sash and givin’ out pieces o’ eight. First one to figger out all five clues and turn in sixteen pieces o’ eight wins the gold doubloon and a ride with me on the
QAR Two.
”

    Scurvy Sam held up a silver piece of eight. “I’ll be givin’ ye yer first piece o’ eight. The last one is hidden, and it be harder to find than a bow tie on a pirate.” Everybody laughed.
    “If ye be the one to find it, make haste back to me at Pirate Headquarters. No wooden nickels allowed!” Scurvy Sam cackled. “One last thing — ye have until noon tomorrow. When ye hear the ship’s bell, c’mon back to see if anybody won the gold. Everybody who joins in goes home with loot — a big bag o’ pirate booty.”
    After a lot more
ahoys, avasts,
and
aye-ayes,
Scurvy Sam unrolled a parchment and read aloud the first clue for all to hear.

    “Good luck t’ ye. May ye have strong winds at yer back, only bilge rats for enemies, and a barrel o’ fun. Let the plunderin’ begin!”
    Judy and Stink said good-bye to Mom and Dad. “Dad and I are going to the beach. If we don’t see you before noon, we’ll meet you in front of Barnacle Bob’s hot-dog stand at twelve thirty,” Mom said.
    “Have fun!” said Dad.
    Stink and Judy pushed their way through the crowd, past the big bald man with a small boy on his shoulders, past the lady with three dogs, past the twin kids with Popsicles. When they got to the front, Scurvy Sam was handing out the first piece of eight and the first clue. A girl with braces stepped on Stink’s foot while reaching for her coin.
    “Stink, don’t look now. It’s Tall Boy and Smart Girl. The ones from the ferry yesterday.” Judy cast