Bottle, Map, and Bicycle
adventureEveryonePip decided to ask a grown-up first. She biked straight to Mr. Alvi's bait shop at the pier, where the old sailors traded stories. If anyone knew about a torn map and a word like HARBOR, it would be the man who had fished this coast for fifty years.
Mr. Alvi held the map to the light and laughed. "My grandfather drew this. He split it in two and hid the halves so only a real adventurer could join them." He pulled a dusty tin from under the counter. "This half has waited forty years. Go on, fit them together."
What happens next?
1 ways forwardPip joined the two halves on the counter. The full map showed a route ending at a lighthouse, with a tiny drawing of a key beside it. Mr. Alvi gasped. "My grandfather's lighthouse key. Nobody ever found where he hid it." He grabbed his coat. "Let's go together, right now."