Amelia Bedelia Sets Sail

by Herman Parish

  Dedication

  For Stan Parish, always Down the Shore—H. P.

  For Laura and Craig—you went above and beyond. Thank you!—L. A.

  Dedication

  Chapter 1: Causeway? ’Cause Why?

  Chapter 2: Happy Birthday Suit

  Chapter 3: Rules of the Nautical Road

  Chapter 4: A Job for Metal Man!

  Chapter 5: Smooth Sale-ing

  Chapter 6: Pearl Comes Out of Her Shell

  Chapter 7: Berried Treasure

  Chapter 8: X Marks the Spot

  Chapter 9: Suit Yourself

  Chapter 10: One Last Normal Day

  Chapter 11: How to Bake a Clam

  Chapter 12: Fighting Fire with “Fire!”

  Chapter 13: Another Job for Metal Man

  Chapter 14: She Smells Seashells

  Amelia Bedelia’s Mud Pie

  Two Ways to Say It

  Back Ads

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Amelia Bedelia pinched herself. She was so excited, she felt as though she was levitating! They were on their way to the beach!

  She looked out the car window. She was sure that if she took a running jump across the bay, she could land in the soft beach sand and run the rest of the way to Aunt Mary’s house.

  Amelia Bedelia adored her aunt. Aunt Mary always gave the best presents and was good to others and herself. She wore the most stylish clothes and hairdos. She loved jewelry, especially rings, and her nails were always polished—usually with really cool designs. And her son, Jason, was the best cousin ever.

  But as soon as Amelia Bedelia’s dad drove onto the bridge that went out to the shore, their vacation came to a screeching halt.

  “Bumper-to-bumper traffic,” he said, slamming on the brakes.

  “Looks like lots of people love the beach as much as we do,” said Amelia Bedelia’s mother.

  “This is a long bridge,” said Amelia Bedelia as they inched along.

  “It’s not that long,” said her father.

  “This bridge will take a long time to cross,” she said, sighing.

  “You know, this bridge is really a causeway,” said her father.

  “’Cause why?” asked Amelia Bedelia.

  “Not why,” said her father. “Way. Causeway.”

  “’Cause it takes way too long?” asked Amelia Bedelia.

  “No,” said her father. “’Cause it’s the only way to the beach.”

  Amelia Bedelia’s mother rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Instead of taking his word for it, why don’t you look it up in the dictionary?”

  “’Cause why?” asked Amelia Bedelia’s father.

  “Because you make stuff up at every turn, left and right!” said Amelia Bedelia’s mother.

  “Mom, we can’t turn left or right,” said Amelia Bedelia. “’Cause we’re stuck on this bridge. I mean, causeway.”

  “That’s my daughter,” said her father, glancing back at Amelia Bedelia in the rearview mirror. Then he reached over and patted Amelia Bedelia’s mother. “Maybe you should have married a no-nonsense engineer.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t, Mom,” said Amelia Bedelia. “Even if Dad was an engineer, we’d still have to drive. The train doesn’t go to the beach.” Amelia Bedelia looked out at the bay. There were several small islands covered with trees. She spied a cottage on one of the islands. Now that would be a relaxing place for a vacation, she thought. No bridge. No causeway. You could only get there by boat. You’d even have to go to the grocery store by boat!

  They rose higher and higher in the air as the car crept along. Finally they were in the middle of the bridge part of the causeway. Boats passed under them. The traffic stopped again. Amelia Bedelia’s father sighed and shut his eyes for a second.

  BAAAAAAAAHHHNNN!!!

  “Who’s honking at me?” yelled Amelia Bedelia’s father.

  Amelia Bedelia saw a fishing boat down below, motoring under the bridge.

  “It was that boat, Dad,” she said.

  “Well, we’re almost there,” he said, steering the car off the causeway.

  “Here at last,” announced Amelia Bedelia’s mother. “Look at that!”

  She pointed to a beautiful small sailing ship on display in the town square. It was flying a pirate flag.

  “Do actual pirates vacation here?” asked Amelia Bedelia.

  “Maybe in days gone by,” said her mother. “But not today.”

  As they turned onto Beach Avenue, they each took in a long, deep breath of the salty air. People wearing swimsuits and shorts and flip-flops were walking along the sidewalks. There were kids eating ice-cream cones and other kids with kites and boogie boards. If someone wanted to relax and take it easy, this looked like the place to do that.

  “Can we move here?” asked Amelia Bedelia. “It’s so relaxing and . . .”

  Suddenly her father made a sharp turn into the driveway of a pale blue house.

  “Gracious,” said Amelia Bedelia’s mother. “Mary painted her house! Good thing you recognized it, honey.”

  Before they could get out of the car, the screen door on the porch banged open. Amelia Bedelia’s cousin Jason took a flying leap off the top step and landed in the soft sand next to their car. He yanked the car door open and pulled Amelia Bedelia out of her seat.

  They began jumping and dancing around together in a wild circle until they both tripped and fell down, laughing.

  “Finally!” Jason said, putting his skull-and-crossbones ball cap back on his head. “What took you so long?”

  Aunt Mary came outside and hugged everyone. “Welcome!” she said. “We should all be dancing in circles. The weather is going to be spectacular this week!”

  “Don’t tell me that,” said Amelia Bedelia’s father. “Turns out I have to drive home on Monday morning and work all week. But I’ll be back next weekend.”

  “Then there’s no time to lose,” said Aunt Mary. “Let’s hit the beach!”

  “Absolutely,” said Amelia Bedelia’s mother. “We can’t wait.”

  Amelia Bedelia started taking off her clothes, right there in the driveway.

  “Amelia Bedelia!” said her father.

  “What are you doing?” said her mother.

  “Don’t worry,” said Amelia Bedelia, whipping off her T-shirt. “I’ll be in my birthday suit in two seconds!”

  Two seconds later, Amelia Bedelia’s clothes lay in a heap at her feet.

  Striking a pose, she turned in a circle and sang out, “Ta-dah!”

  Amelia Bedelia’s parents and her aunt Mary looked stunned.

  “What are you guys stressing about?” asked Jason. “She’s wearing a bathing suit, duh.”

  Amelia Bedelia was wearing a really pretty black-and-white bathing suit. The grown-ups breathed sighs of relief.

  “I didn’t want to waste any time changing,” said Amelia Bedelia. “So I wore my suit under my clothes.” Turning around to model it, she said, “Remember, Aunt Mary? You sent it for my birthday. This is the first chance I’ve had to wear it.”

  “That’s right!” said Aunt Mary, laughing. “That is one cute birthday suit, if I do say so myself!”

  Amelia Bedelia was all set for the beach, but now her parents had to get ready.

  “Let’s get moving,” said Amelia Bedelia’s father. “Where are my trunks?”

  “In the car,” said Amelia Bedelia’s mother. “Your trunks are in the trunk.”

  Aunt Mary showed them to their room, so they could get changed. Jason took Amelia Bedelia to his room and gave her the bottom bunk. After she’d dumped her bag on the bed and admired the view of the beach out the window, he said, “Come on, I’ve g
ot skimboards!”

  “No swimming until we get there, young lady!” called Amelia Bedelia’s mother as Amelia Bedelia and Jason clattered out of the house.

  Amelia Bedelia and Jason each grabbed a board from the porch and raced over the grassy dune and down to the beach.

  “Okay, Amelia Bedelia,” yelled Jason. “Start running!”

  They began running side by side at the very edge of the waves, where the water was super shallow and the sand was smooth and wet.

  “Now throw the board down in front of you,” yelled Jason, “and then hop on.”

  They both threw down their boards. Jason jumped on with both feet and skimmed along the beach. Amelia Bedelia hopped on her board with one foot—THUD—and she went nowhere. Jason skimmed back to Amelia Bedelia.

  “What happened?” he asked. “Just watch me and do what I do.”

  She did, and this time she went skimming ahead of Jason. “Wahhhhoooooo!” she yelled.

  Amelia Bedelia’s parents appeared over the dune. Amelia Bedelia’s father started sprinting toward the surf, yelling, “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

  Dashing right past Amelia Bedelia, he accidentally stepped on her skimboard and went whizzing toward a large wave.

  “Yee-ayyy!” he bellowed, just barely balancing on the speck of speeding board. He threw up his hands and shut his eyes as the board took a sharp turn, flying along the beach on the crest of the wave. He sailed into the air and crash-landed on an enormous clump of soft seaweed, sunny-side up.

  “You were terrific, honey,” said Amelia Bedelia’s mother. “Are you okay?”

  “I’ve never seen anything like it,” said Aunt Mary. “Except on the blooper shows.”

  “I’ve had enough ocean for today,” said Amelia Bedelia’s father.

  “Good choice,” said Amelia Bedelia. “You’re better off being a rotten egg than a scrambled one.”

  Aunt Mary opened a giant umbrella and spread a beach blanket under it, in the shade. Amelia Bedelia’s father slumped down next to the cooler and sighed, “At last!”

  “We’re going to take a stroll and catch some rays,” said Aunt Mary as she and Amelia Bedelia’s mother began walking toward the jetty.

  “As long as they aren’t stingrays,” warned Amelia Bedelia’s father.

  “We’ll be fine,” said Aunt Mary. “Stay here and catch some z’s.”

  “I’ll join you in a jiffy,” he said.

  Amelia Bedelia and Jason decided to follow their mothers. Amelia Bedelia actually wanted to stay and help her father. Catching z’s sounded like more fun.

  “Can you surf too?” asked Amelia Bedelia as they walked along. There were some real surfers riding the bigger waves just off the beach.

  “I don’t have a surfboard,” said Jason. “But we can always bodysurf.”

  Amelia Bedelia shook her head. “Maybe I could stand on your back and ride you, but I don’t think you can stand on me. I’d sink.”

  “No,” said Jason, skipping a rock across the water. “People don’t ride you like a surfboard. Your body is the board, but you ride the wave in to the beach. I’ll show you—come on!”

  Jason and Amelia Bedelia swam out to where the surfers sat astride their boards, bobbing on the swells and waiting for the perfect wave. When the next big wave came along, Jason started kicking and swimming ahead of it.

  “Quick! Start paddling, Amelia Bedelia!” he yelled.

  Amelia Bedelia dove in front of the wave and swam with all her might. When the wave caught up to her, she pointed her toes behind her and stretched her arms out in front. She rode the wave all the way to shore, to where her parents and Aunt Mary were standing in knee-deep water.

  “Nice ride, sweetie,” said Aunt Mary. “You’re a natural surfer girl.”

  “It must be the swimsuit,” said Amelia Bedelia, laughing.

  Her father was focused on something in the water. He reached down and plucked an object from the bottom.

  “My, my, what do we have here?” he said.

  He was holding a large seashell, the kind sold in souvenir shops. He put it up to his ear.

  “Well, I’ll be,” he said. “It’s true—I can hear the ocean!”

  “I hope so,” said Amelia Bedelia’s mother. “You’re standing in it.”

  Amelia Bedelia’s father held up one finger. “You want to speak to whom?” he said, talking into the shell as though it were a telephone. “She’s right here.” He handed the shell phone to Amelia Bedelia’s mother. “Honey, it’s for you.”

  Amelia Bedelia’s mother rolled her eyes and held the shell to her ear. “Hello, ocean?” she said. Then a funny look came over her face. “I hear something, but it isn’t the ocean.”

  “Let me listen,” said Amelia Bedelia. She held the shell against her ear, then threw it into the air, shrieking, “Eeeeekkkk! Get it off me! Get it off! Get off! Gross!”

  A baby hermit crab had latched on to Amelia Bedelia’s earlobe! It hung there for a few seconds, dangling from one claw, then dropped back into the water.

  They all rushed over to make sure Amelia Bedelia was okay.

  “Sorry, sweetie,” said her father. “I didn’t know that shell was occupied.”

  “Here you go,” said Jason, handing the shell back to Amelia Bedelia. “You earned it. Now you won’t have to buy one in a souvenir shop.”

  “This is the same shell?” said Amelia Bedelia. “How did you get it back?”

  “I made a diving catch,” said Jason.

  “Next time I buy you a birthday suit,” said Aunt Mary, “I’ll include crab earrings.”

  The sun had just peeked above the horizon. It was the crack of dawn.

  “Come on, guys,” said Amelia Bedelia’s father. He was standing in the doorway of Jason’s room. “We’ve got a date with a chartered party boat.”

  “It’s too early for a party,” said Amelia Bedelia, burrowing her head under her pillow.

  “Way too early,” muttered Jason.

  “This is a fish-catching party,” Amelia Bedelia’s father said. “The fish are hungry now, and you’re keeping them from their breakfast. We’ll have a whale of a time—I promise!”

  “Ugh!” said Amelia Bedelia. She definitely did not want to catch a whale. But she knew better than to stand between her father and fun. And, actually, she loved to fish too. She’d once won a bass-fishing tournament with her fishing buddy, Audrey.

  They made it to the pier just in time. They raced past sailors lined up for the early-bird special at the marina diner. They rushed past a woman wearing big rubber overalls and boots and cutting up smaller fish to use for bait. As they boarded the Reel Busy, their fishing vessel, there was a prolonged blast from the ship’s horn. It was so loud they all covered their ears.

  “What was that for?” asked Jason.

  “For about five seconds,” said Amelia Bedelia.

  “Right you are,” said a gruff voice behind them. It belonged to a man barely taller than Jason. He wore a dark blue baseball cap with a huge gold anchor on the front. “Blasting the horn for four to six seconds lets everyone know we’re leaving the pier. It’s the rule of the road.”

  “We’re not on a road,” said Amelia Bedelia. “We’re on the water.”

  “There are nautical rules of the road,” said the man. “Ships have to obey traffic rules, just like cars. Otherwise, we’d run into each other left and right.”

  “You mean port and starboard,” said Jason.

  “Ahoy, matey,” said the man. “You’re saltier than you look. Follow me, and let’s see what you know.”

  “Are we starting at the pointy end?” asked Amelia Bedelia, pointing toward the front of the boat, where her dad was helping himself to a donut and a cup of coffee.

  “Bow,” said the man.

  Amelia Bedelia faced him and bowed at the waist.

  “Well done!” he said, laughing. “But the front of a ship is called the bow. The back is called the stern. On a ship, you walk forward to the bow or
aft to the stern. Now let’s head for the bridge.”

  “We’re heading straight for it,” said Amelia Bedelia. She pointed up at the bridge that her dad had called a causeway. It was the same one they’d driven over to get to the beach. Now they were about to cruise under it.

  They climbed a ladder and entered a room full of radar screens, computers, radios, knobs, and a big wheel.

  “Mornin’, Captain Will,” said the woman standing at the wheel.

  “You’re the captain?” said Jason to their tour guide.

  “Welcome to my bridge,” said Captain Will. “That’s what we call the room where we pilot the ship. Have a seat, young lady.”

  Amelia Bedelia jumped up into the captain’s chair. They were almost directly under the causeway bridge.

  “Press that button for five seconds,” said Captain Will, pointing at a button on the console.

  BAAAAAAAAHHHNNN!!!

  The horn echoed under the bridge.

  “Wow! What rule was that for?” asked Jason.

  “No rule,” said Captain Will, laughing. “We do that just for fun. It wakes any drivers falling asleep behind the wheel up on the bridge.”

  Amelia Bedelia remembered her father’s reaction when the exact same thing had happened to him. Just then, he appeared on the ship’s bridge.

  “I’ve been looking all over for you two!” he said, brushing sugary crumbs from his windbreaker. “I’ve been up to the pointy end and back to the rear—I’ve been looking for you left and right.”