Bottle, Map, and Bicycle
adventureEveryoneHalfway to the harbor, Biscuit veered off the road, nose down, dragging Pip toward a sandy gully. He had caught a scent. At the bottom sat a half-buried wooden chest, its lid stuck under a tangle of driftwood and seaweed.
Pip and Biscuit hauled the driftwood away and forced the lid open. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, lay the exact missing half of the map. Joined together, the two pieces showed a trail of dotted ink leading to a lighthouse on the far point. "That's where we're going," Pip grinned.
What happens next?
2 ways forwardPip pedaled to the lighthouse with the whole map at last. The dotted trail ended at a rusty door under the spiral stairs. Inside she found shelves of old ship logs and a tin marked with her own town's name. It was a time capsule, sealed by sailors a hundred years ago, waiting to be opened. Her hands shook with excitement.