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mean to,” said Charlotte. “And I found a treasure chest for you. That’s even better than the cutlass, isn’t it?”
    Jacob shrugged. “I guess so.”
    Charlotte crouched by the lobster trap. She put the holed stone into the bag with the sand dollars and the sea glass. “A spyglass, sea jewels, silver dollars…wait a minute. The old bottle. Let’s put it in too.”
    â€œIt’s empty,” said Jacob. “It should have something in it.”
    Charlotte thought for a moment. “But what?”
    â€œA treasure map,” said Jacob.
    Charlotte sat back on her heels. “Awesome idea.” She looked around. “We need something to draw on.”
    â€œHawk to the rescue,” said Grandpa. He took a pencil and his sketchbook from his backpack. “Who’s going to draw the treasure map?”
    â€œMe!” Charlotte and Jacob reached for the sketchbook at the same time. Charlotte let her hand drop.
    â€œCaptain Shark can draw the map because he’s the captain,” she said. “Besides, he can draw better than Patch Eye.”
    Jacob sat in the dinghy. He wrote Captain Shark, Patch Eye and Hawk’s Treasure Map in crooked letters across the top. Then he drew Pirate Island. He drew pictures in the places they found the sand dollars, the pirate ship, the cutlass, the sea jewels, the lobster trap and the old bottle.
    â€œPerfect,” Charlotte declared when he was finished.
    Jacob tore the map out of the sketchbook. He looked at it this way and that. “It doesn’t look like a real treasure map.” Carefully, he tore around the sides of the map. Now the edges were rough and uneven. “That’s much better.”
    Charlotte looked over his shoulder. “It’s too clean,” she said. “A treasure map that’s been in an old bottle would be grungy.” She stood up. “Help me find some seaweed.”
    â€œWhat for?” asked Jacob.

    â€œYou’ll see,” said Charlotte.
    They found a clump of dry black seaweed. Charlotte squished it and smeared it all over the map.
    Now the map looked grungy and old. It looked like a real treasure map.
    â€œThat is one fine treasure map,” said Grandpa.
    â€œIt’s the best-ever treasure map,” said Charlotte.
    Jacob rolled up the map and put it into the bottle. They were right. It was the best treasure map ever.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A Pirate Tale
    Charlotte took off her pirate hat and waved. “Goodbye, Pirate Island,” she shouted over the noise of The Seawind ’s engine. “This has been an awesome day.”
    â€œIt sure has.” Jacob leaned against the treasure chest sitting between them.
    â€œI can’t wait to show Jack Mawdy what we found,” said Charlotte.
    â€œWe can tell him about Hawk, Patch Eye and Captain Shark’s adventures,” Jacob added.
    â€œThis time you two will be the storytellers,” Grandpa called to them.
    Charlotte wiggled in her seat. “We can tell Jack Mawdy our pirate story, Jacob. Let’s practice.”
    She began in a rough, raspy voice. “On a dark, stormy night long ago, three pirates set sail in their ship, The Treasure Hunter . The pirates’ names were Hawk, Patch Eye and Captain Shark. They were looking for a place to hide their treasure.”
    â€œThe waves were so high, they couldn’t steer the ship,” Jacob continued. “Captain Shark looked through his spyglass.” He rummaged in the treasure chest for the holed stone and held it up to his eye. “Land ahoy!” he shouted gruffly. “Head for Pirate Island!”
    â€œThen The Treasure Hunter got wrecked in Shipwreck Cove.” Charlotte took the sand dollars and sea jewels from the treasure chest. “Captain Shark, Patch Eye and Hawk buried their treasure in the sand.”
    â€œCaptain Shark drew a treasure map,” said Jacob. “He put it in an old bottle.” He