The Sea of Adventure

by Enid Blyton

  Philip woke and sat up. Then the girls stirred. Soon they were all wide awake, looking round the curious cavity, and remembering the events of the night before.

  ‘What a night!’ said Dinah, shuddering. ‘Oh – when our tents blew away – I really did feel awful!’

  ‘And when Philip disappeared, I felt worse,’ said Lucy-Ann. ‘What time is it, Jack?’

  Jack looked at his watch and whistled. ‘My word – it’s almost ten o’clock. How we’ve slept! Come on, let’s see if the storm is still going strong.’

  He stood up and pulled away the overhanging heather that blocked up the narrow entrance to the hole. At once a shaft of blinding sunlight entered, and the children blinked. Jack put his head out of the hole in delight.

  ‘Golly! It’s a perfect day! The sky is blue again, and there’s sunshine everywhere. Not a sign of the storm left. Come on, let’s go up into the sunlight and have a look around.’

  Up they went, giving each other a hand. Once they were out of the hole, and the heather fell back into place again, there was no sign of where they had spent the night.

  ‘Wouldn’t it make an absolutely marvellous hiding-place?’ said Jack. The others looked at him, the same thought occurring to everyone at once.

  ‘Yes. And if the enemy come – that’s where we’ll go,’ said Dinah. ‘Unless they actually walk over the place they can’t possibly find it. Why – I don’t know myself where it is now – though I’ve just come out of it!’

  ‘Gosh, don’t say we’ve lost it as soon as we’ve found it,’ said Jack, and they looked about for the entrance. Jack found it in just the same way as Philip had the night before – by falling down it. He set an upright stick beside it, so that they would know the entrance easily next time. ‘We might have to sleep down there each night now, as our tents have gone,’ said Jack. ‘It’s a pity we’ve brought our rugs up. Still, they can do with a sunning. We’ll spread them out on the heather.’

  ‘Thank goodness that awful wind’s gone,’ said Dinah. ‘There’s hardly even a breeze today. It’s going to be frightfully hot. We’ll bathe.’

  They had a dip in the quiet sea, which looked quite different from the boiling, raging sea of the day before. Now it was calm and blue, and ran up the sand in frilly little waves edged with white. After their bathe the children had an enormous breakfast in the spot where their tents had been.

  Huffin and Puffin appeared as soon as the children arrived and greeted them joyfully.

  ‘Arrrrrr! Arrrrrrr!’

  ‘They’re saying that they hope we’ve got a good breakfast for them,’ said Dinah. ‘Huffin and Puffin, I wish you’d eat rats. You’d be very useful then.’

  Philip’s rats had appeared again, now that the storm was over, much to Dinah’s disgust. They seemed very lively, and one went into Jack’s pockets to find a sunflower seed. It brought one out, sat on Jack’s knee and began to nibble it. But Kiki pounced at once, and snatched the seed away, whilst Squeaker scurried back to Philip in a hurry.

  ‘You’re a dog in the manger, Kiki,’ said Jack. ‘You don’t really want that sunflower seed yourself, and you won’t let Squeaker have it either. Fie!’

  ‘Fie fo fum,’ said Kiki promptly, and went off into a screech of laughter, right in Jack’s ear. He pushed her off his shoulder.

  ‘I shall be deaf for the rest of the day! Lucy-Ann, look out for that potted meat. Huffin is much too interested in it.’

  ‘Really – what with Kiki pinching fruit out of the tin, and Huffin and Puffin wanting the potted meat, and Philip’s rats sniffing round, it’s a wonder we’ve got anything ourselves!’ said Lucy-Ann. But all the same, it was fun to have the creatures joining in and being one with them. Huffin and Puffin were especially comical that morning, for now that they were really friendly, they wanted to look into everything. Huffin suddenly took an interest in Dinah’s fork and picked it up with his beak.

  ‘Oh, don’t swallow that, silly!’ cried Dinah, and tried to get her fork away. But Huffin had a very strong beak, and he won the tug of war. He waddled away to examine the fork in peace.

  ‘He won’t swallow it, don’t worry,’ said Philip, tossing Dinah his own fork. ‘It’ll keep him quiet a bit if he plays with it for a while.’

  The children’s fire was, of course, completely out. It had to be pulled to pieces and lighted all over again. This was not so easy as before, because everything had been soaked during the night. Still, the sun was so very hot that it wouldn’t be long before the wood and the seaweed were bone-dry again.

  The children missed out dinner completely that day, because it had been twelve o’clock before they had cleared up their breakfast things. ‘We’ll have a kind of high tea about five,’ said Jack. ‘We’ve plenty to do – look for our tents – light the fire – find some more wood – and go and see if the motor-boat is all right.’

  Their tents were nowhere to be seen. One or two pegs were found but that was all. ‘The tents are probably lying on some island miles and miles away,’ said Jack. ‘Scaring the sea-birds there. Well – shall we sleep in that hole to-night?’

  ‘Oh no, please don’t let’s,’ begged Lucy-Ann. ‘It’s smelly. And it’s so very hot again now that surely we could put our rugs on cushions of heather and sleep out in the open. I should like that.’

  Philip looked up at the clear blue sky. Not a cloud was to be seen. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘if it’s like this tonight, it would be quite comfortable to sleep in the open. We’ll plan to do that unless the weather changes. Let’s find a nice cushiony place, and put our rugs there, and our other clothes, with the ground-sheets over them. Good thing the ground-sheets only blew up against those birch-trees and got stuck there!’

  They found a nice heathery place, not too far from where Lucy-Ann kept the stores beneath the big ledge of stone, and piled their extra jerseys, their mackintoshes, their rugs and their ground-sheets there. Lucy-Ann had stored their spare clothes with the food under the ledge, but the rain had driven in, and had made them damp. So it was decided that it would be better to use them as extra bedclothes at night, and keep them under the ground-sheets during the daytime.

  After they had done all this they went to see their fire, which was burning well now. They sat on the top of the cliff, with the birds crying all round them, and looked out on the calm, brilliantly blue sea.

  ‘What’s that?’ said Lucy-Ann suddenly, pointing to something floating not far off.

  ‘Looks like a heap of wood, or something,’ said Philip. ‘Wreckage of some sort. Hope it comes inshore. We can use it for our fire.’

  It came slowly in with the tide. Philip put his glasses to his eyes. Then he lowered them again, looking so taken aback that the others were scared.

  ‘Do you know,’ he said, ‘that wreckage looks awfully like bits of the Lucky Star. And there’s more bits over there, look – and I daresay we should find some down on the rocks.’

  There was a shocked silence. Nobody had even thought that the motor-boat might have been taken by the storm and battered. Jack swallowed hard. That would be a blow! He got up.

  ‘Come on. We’d better go and see. Of course I suppose it was bound to be smashed up, but anyhow we couldn’t have moved it. Gosh – what bad luck if the boat’s gone! Even if the engine was smashed, it was still a boat. We might have rigged up a sail – or something . . . ’

  In silence the children left the fire on the cliff and made their way through the cleft, and down the rocky ledges to the little harbour.

  There was no boat there. Only a bit of the mooring-rope was left, still tied round the rock nearby, its ragged ends fluttering in the tiny breeze.

  ‘Look!’ said Jack, pointing. ‘She must have been battered up and down by great waves rushing in and out of the channel – see the paint on the rocks – and look at the bits of wood about. When the rope broke she must have been taken right out of the channel, and then beaten to bits against the cliffs. What a frightful shame!’

  The girls had tears
in their eyes, and Philip had to turn away too. Such a lovely boat! Now she was nothing but masses of wreckage which they could burn on their fire. Poor Lucky Star. Unlucky Star should have been her name.

  ‘Well, nothing we could have done would have helped,’ said Jack at last. ‘The storm would have wrecked her anyway – though if Bill had been here, and the boat was all right, he would have taken her round to Splash Cove and we could have dragged her right up the beach, out of reach of the waves. It wasn’t our fault.’

  They all felt sad and downcast as they left the little harbour and went back. The sun was going down now, and the evening was very peaceful and beautiful. There was hardly any wind at all.

  ‘I can hear an aeroplane again!’ said Lucy-Ann, her sharp ears picking up the distant throbbing before the others. ‘Listen!’

  Far away a small speck showed low down in the blue sky. The boys clapped their glasses to their eyes. Jack gave an exclamation.

  ‘It’s dropping something, look! Philip, what is it? Is it a parachute?’

  ‘It looks like a small parachute – with something underneath it, swinging to and fro,’ said Philip, his eyes glued to his glasses. ‘Is it a man? No, it doesn’t look like a man. Then what in the world is it? And why is the plane dropping things here? Gosh, I wish Bill was here to see this. There is something peculiar going on. Something the enemy are doing. I shouldn’t be surprised if they get the wind up when they see our smoke and come along to search the island. Tomorrow one of us must always be on the look-out, from the cliff.’

  Puzzled and anxious, the children went back to Sleepy Hollow. It was time for high tea, and Lucy-Ann and Dinah prepared it in silence. They were in the middle of an adventure again – and they couldn’t possibly get out of it.

  17

  A boat, a boat!

  ‘Do you think it’s worth while keeping the fire going, if the aeroplanes belong to the enemy?’ asked Lucy-Ann at last.

  ‘Well, if we’re ever to be rescued, we shall have to show some kind of signal,’ said Jack. ‘We’ll have to risk the aeroplanes seeing it. Perhaps, when no messages come through from Bill, motor-boats will come looking for us. Then they will see our signal, and come to the island.’

  ‘I hope they do,’ said Dinah. ‘I don’t want to be here for months. And it would be awful in the winter.’

  ‘Good gracious! Don’t talk about being here for the winter!’ said Lucy-Ann, in alarm. ‘Why, it’s only May!’

  ‘Dinah’s looking on the black side of things as usual,’ said Philip.

  Dinah flared up. ‘I’m not! I’m being sensible. You always call being sensible “looking on the black side of things”.’

  ‘Oh, don’t quarrel just now, when we all ought to stick by each other,’ begged Lucy-Ann. ‘And don’t put those rats near Dinah, Philip – don’t be mean just now!’

  Philip snapped his fingers and the rats scurried back to his pockets. Kiki snorted.

  ‘Three blind mice, see how they run, pop goes Kiki!’

  ‘Arrrrr!’ said Huffin, agreeing politely. It was really very comical the way he and Puffin seemed to talk to Kiki. They never said anything but ‘Arrrr’, but they said it in many different tones, and sounded quite conversational at times.

  That night the children slept out in the open. It was a beautiful calm night, and the stars hung in the sky, big and bright. Lucy-Ann tried to keep awake to watch for shooting stars, which she loved, but she didn’t see any.

  Her bed was very comfortable. The children had chosen thick heather to put their ground-sheets and rugs on, and had used their extra clothes for pillows. A tiny breeze blew against their cheeks and hair. It was lovely lying there with the stars shining peacefully above, and the sound of the sea in the distance.

  ‘It’s like the wind in the trees,’ thought Lucy-Ann sleepily. ‘And the wind in trees is like the sound of the sea. Oh dear, I’m getting muddled – muddled – mudd—’

  The weather was still lovely the next day, and the spiral of smoke from the signal fire went almost straight up in the air, there was so little wind. Jack and Philip took a good many bird-photographs, and Jack looked longingly over the steep bird-cliff, wishing he could climb down a little way and take some photographs of the birds there.

  ‘Bill said not,’ said Philip. ‘And I think we oughtn’t to. Suppose anything happened to us, what would the girls do? We’ve got heaps of fine photographs without bothering to take the eggs and birds on those ledges.’

  ‘I wish the puffins had laid eggs,’ said Jack. ‘I haven’t found a single puffin egg yet. It’s a bit too early, I suppose. How sweet baby puffins must look! I wish I could see some.’

  ‘Well, you’re likely to, as things have turned out,’ said Philip, with a half-comical groan. ‘We may be here for quite a long time.’

  It was arranged that one or other of the children should always be on the look-out somewhere on the bird-cliff. From there it was possible to see nearly all round the island, and no enemy could approach without being seen when still far off. That would give plenty of time for the others to be warned, and for all of them to go into hiding.

  ‘We’d really better hide all the tins and things that are under our ledge, down in that hole, hadn’t we?’ said Lucy-Ann, when the plans were made. ‘They might easily be found.’

  ‘We’ll stuff heather round them,’ said Jack. ‘It would be an awful bore to have to keep going down into the hole to fetch all the food each time we wanted something to eat.’

  So clumps of heather were most realistically tucked under the rocky ledge where Lucy-Ann kept the tins. Nobody would guess it wasn’t growing, it looked so natural there.

  ‘We’d have plenty of time to chuck our clothes and things down into the hidey-hole, if we saw anyone coming,’ said Jack. ‘I’ll take first watch. I shan’t be a bit bored, because there are so many birds up there – and Kiki is such a clown with them, it’s as good as a pantomine to watch her.’

  Two days went by without anything exciting happening at all. Once they heard another aeroplane, but didn’t see it. More wreckage was thrown up on the beach from the unfortunate Lucky Star. The children bathed and ate and slept, and took it in turns to keep watch, but they saw nothing to worry them at all.

  Kiki always kept watch with Jack. Huffin and Puffin kept watch with Philip. Once another puffin came too near Philip for Huffin’s liking, and the bird ran at it with his head down, growling arrrrrrr like an infuriated dog. Their big beaks locked together, and Philip almost cried with laughter as he watched the curious battle.

  ‘The battle of beaks,’ he called it, when he described it to the others afterwards. ‘Talk about stags locking their antlers together and fighting – those two puffins were every bit as fierce with their huge beaks.’

  ‘Who won?’ asked Lucy-Ann, with great interest. ‘Huffin, I suppose?’

  ‘Of course,’ said Philip. ‘He not only won, he chased the other one right into its burrow, and they both came out again at another entrance, with Huffin winning the race. I’m surprised the other poor bird had any feathers left by the time Huffin had finished with him.’

  On the afternoon of the third day, Jack was sitting up on the top of the bird-cliff. It was his turn to look out. He gazed lazily out to sea. There was just a little more breeze that day, and the waves had frills of white as they came in to shore.

  Jack was thinking about Bill. Where was he? What had happened to him? Had he been able to escape, and if so, would he come quickly to rescue the four children? And what was Aunt Allie thinking? Had she heard that there was no word from Bill, and was she worried?

  Jack thought deeply about all these things, listening to the different cries of the sea-birds about him, and watching their graceful fight over the sea. Then his eyes suddenly picked out something far off on the water.

  He stiffened like a dog that suddenly sees something unusual. He reached down for his field-glasses and put them to his eyes. He had soon got the something out there into focus – an
d he saw that it was a small motor-boat.

  ‘Enemies,’ he thought, and was about to leap to his feet when he remembered that whoever was in the boat might also have glasses, and might see him. So he wriggled away on his tummy, and not until he was well down into the little valley did he jump up and run to the others.

  ‘Hi!’ he called breathlessly, as he tore down to Sleepy Hollow, where the others were having a laze. ‘There’s a boat coming!’

  They all sat up at once. Lucy-Ann’s green eyes were wide with excitement and fright. ‘Where? How far away?’

  ‘Quite a way off. It will take them about ten minutes to come in and tie up. We’d better chuck everything down into the hole at once.’

  ‘What about the fire?’ said Dinah, grabbing her pile of jerseys and coats.

  ‘Have to leave that. They’ve already seen the smoke anyway,’ said Jack. ‘Come on, quick! Get a move on, Lucy-Ann!’

  It didn’t take long to part the heather over the narrow entrance to the hole and hurl everything down. Jack removed the stick he had put there to mark the place.

  ‘No good leaving a signpost for them,’ he said, trying to make Lucy-Ann smile. She gave him a watery grin.

  ‘No – everything cleared up?’ said Philip, looking round. He pulled at the clumps of heather they had been lying on, which had got rather flattened, but the springy plants were already getting back into position themselves. Philip picked up a spoon that someone had left lying there and popped it into his pocket. There really did seem to be nothing left now that would show that the children had been there a few minutes before.

  ‘Come on, Tufty! Don’t wait about!’ said Jack, in a fever of impatience to get below ground. The girls were already safely in the hole. Jack slid down himself and Philip followed almost at once.

  Jack pulled the heather neatly over the hole. ‘There! Now unless anybody actually treads in the hole, as Philip did the other night, we’re safe. Nobody would ever know there was a big cavity underground.’