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cooking we needed some of those food testing animals when we were back in Switzerland,” Fritz said.
    Liz glared at him. Ernest snorted, and Jack laughed out loud.
    “Thanks to Mum we’re probably already immune to anything this island can throw at us,” Ernest said.
    “You do your own cooking, then!” Liz said, folding her arms.
    They all smiled. They knew she was only playing. Bill turned to address them all.
    “We don’t know what kind of wildlife is on this island,” he said. “So, don’t go anywhere alone. And keep your eyes open.”
    “There’s probably not enough of a food source to support a larger animal,” Ernest said. “How would it have gotten here even if there was?”
    “The same way we got here,” Bill said. “Or it could have gotten trapped here when the land around us flooded. We don’t know how this island was formed. It could be millions of years old or brand new. New islands are born all the time. Go get washed. Dinner will be ready soon.”
    The boys walked to the coconut buckets. Liz slipped a finger through a hole in Bill’s shirt.
    “You have to be more careful too, Bill,” Liz said. “These clothes have to last you a while yet - at least until I can make replacements.”
    “I’ll have to walk around without a shirt,” Bill said. “I’ll look just like Tarzan.”
    “More like Porky-zan,” Liz said, poking his stomach.
    “Not for long on this diet,” Bill said.
    “We can’t have that,” Liz said. “We’ve all grown accustomed to your squidgy appearance. What are you going to do for the rest of the day?”
    “We’ll need tools,” Bill said.
    “You’re going to make your own?” Liz said.
    “No,” Bill said.
    “Then where are you going to get them from?” Liz said.
    The moment the question was out of her mouth Liz knew the answer.
    “No,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re not going in there.”
    “What are you talking about?” Bill said. “You’re the one who came up with the idea in the first place.”
    “I was joking!” Liz said.
    “Then you need to work on your delivery because I thought it was a great idea,” Bill said.
    “You’re not going on the sinking ship,” Liz said, folding her arms.
    “Do you have a better idea?” Bill said. “I can’t think of any. We’re lucky to have it to search.”
    “At least make sure to take the boys with you,” Liz said.
    “I intend to,” Bill said. “Don’t worry. I’ll never put the kids in harm’s way, you know that.”
    Appeased, Liz relaxed. She sighed.
    “No rest for the wicked,” she said.
    “In which case we must be the most evil people in the world.”

Chapter Eight
     
     
    The ship lay twisted on the sandy beach. Intricate golden vines, blooming flowers and petals were engraved on the stern. It was an old galleon with the gorgeous sails, though the masts that had held them had long snapped off. The wood was damp and rotten, black scorches and punctured holes like pock marks. The ship’s name, half lost to the ravages of time, appeared to be The Red Flag.
    “Looks like she’s been in quite a fight,” Bill said.
    “Fought and lost,” Ernest said.
    A surge of bubbles popped onto the surface, white and fierce, like the boat had broken wind. The ship groaned and sank a foot deeper.
    “It looks old,” Jack said.
    “Where do you think it came from?” Fritz said.
    “It’s an old galleon,” Ernest said. “They aren’t sailed anymore. It must have come up from the bottom of the ocean.”
    “From the ocean?” Fritz said. “How?”
    “Tectonics,” Ernest said. “The plates move and push things up to the surface.”
    “That doesn’t seem very likely,” Bill said.
    “Unlikely, but not unheard of,” Ernest said. “Old ships have been brought up to the surface naturally before, only to sink again soon after. If we’re going to salvage something from this ship we need to act soon.”
    “Doesn’t look like it’s going to stay much longer, does it?” Fritz