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said.
    â€œFunny, huh? Like, boom , suddenly they call me that.” Then he laughed. It sounded like a small explosion.
    Zeek couldn’t wait anymore. “So, dig that Golden Crest , huh?”
    â€œYeah! We were just going to motor out to it.”
    â€œLike, what is it?” Zeek said, nodding his head. “Spanish galleon? Dutch schooner?”
    â€œKiller question!” said Boomer.
    â€œI don’t know, though,” Zeek went on. “ Golden Crest sounds English. A warship, maybe?”
    â€œNo, mini-dude. It’s a wave!”
    â€œWhaaa …?” Zeek looked like he does when Mr. Strunk gives us homework on the weekend. His mouth hung open, and his eyes went hazy.
    I tried to help him out. “You mean the Golden Crest is not a sunken treasure ship?”
    â€œNo, mini-dude! It’s a wave. But what a wave! Like— boom —it comes from nowhere. And you ride it for miles!”
    â€œYeah, well, no thanks,” Zeek finally said. Then he bent over to look at Boomer’s surfboard.
    â€œWhere is this wave?” I asked.
    â€œOut by the island. There.” Boomer pointed out across the water to a tiny dot of land. “But you’ve gotta watch out for the Ugly Dude.”
    â€œIs that another wave?” Zeek snorted.
    â€œUnh-uh! A sea monster that lives near the island. Ugly. Huge bug eyes. Big snapping claws!”
    â€œBut there aren’t any sea monsters,” I said.
    That’s when Zeek did this really dumb thing. For a guy who is so good at sports, he did something incredibly clutzy.
    â€œNoodle,” he said. “Check it out!”
    I turned to see Zeek holding up Boomer’s huge green surfboard. It was about ten feet tall.
    â€œYou can call me …” Wham! The board slid in the sand and slammed down on Zeek.
    And on me. We both fell facedown into the motorboat with the board on top of us.
    But that wasn’t the worst part.
    When Zeek fell on me, his foot hit this little switch on the motor.
    Vrrrooom! The motor burst into life.
    The propeller hit the water.
    And we took off like a jet-powered racing boat.



TWO
    â€œHey, mini-dudes! My boat! My board! Come back!”
    Sure. If we could. But we couldn’t.
    When Zeek hit that switch on the motor, he jammed it. There was no way to stop the boat.
    â€œNoodle! Can’t you stop this boat?”
    He also jammed the rudder so there was no way to steer it either.
    â€œCan’t you at least steer it?”
    I was about to make a face when— wham! —the boat’s nose bounced high off a wave.
    â€œWhoa!” shouted Zeek. “This is like sledding on rocks!”
    â€œWell,” I snapped back. “You wanted something different !”
    â€œYeah, but … Noodle, watch out!”
    I whirled around.
    Through the spray I could see a lady on water skis. She was crossing right in front of us.
    She had a really big smile until she saw us. Then her smile kind of went away. Her mouth dropped open. And she screamed.
    That’s when I saw the towrope.
    â€œDuck!” I shouted to Zeek.
    Vooom! Our boat shot under the towrope just in front of the lady’s skis.
    I looked back. The lady was still screaming.
    I turned to Zeek and gave him the thumbs-up.
    He usually smiles when I do that. Not this time. He had a really strange look on his face.
    â€œNOOOOODLE!”
    I turned around. A huge iron buoy bobbled in the water just ahead. I jammed my eyes shut.
    Wump! We hit a wave at incredibly the right time and incredibly the wrong way. We shot into the air and cleared the buoy by three feet.
    Bam! Then we landed and really took off. Spray shot straight up on both sides of the boat. I could barely hold on. If I had eaten my cheeseburger, I sure would have lost it then.
    â€œOkay,” I yelled. “You wanted different, you got it. But it’s not fun. So let’s stop now, okay?”
    Zeek made a face, braced himself against the side,