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tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, “This place is creepy. And I think someone or something is following me.”
“Not to worry,” I whispered back. “We won’t stay long.”
Suddenly, a little boy, probably five or six years old, jumped out of the darkness and into our path. He looked up at Tommy and said, “Pardon me, but have you seen the puppy?”
Tommy crouched down until he was eye to eye with the little boy and said, “Sorry, little dude, I haven’t seen a puppy.”
Suddenly, the little boy jumped up and down, shouting and pointing to something behind Tommy: “Puppy, puppy, I see the puppy!”
Still crouching, Tommy turned around and stared up into the eyes of a giant-sized dog only inches from his face. The dog’s huge tongue licked and slobbered excitedly as Tommy fellbackward until he was on his back and the dog was now standing over him. The little boy laughed and laughed.
“That’s the puppy?” Tommy asked still lying on the damp floor and trying to cover his face with his arms.
William smiled and said, “That’s what they call him. He’s actually a giant mastiff. And there’s another dog, a spaniel. Two dogs and a hundred and two passengers.”
Other children joined the first little boy and they all started petting the dog. It was large enough that the smallest of the children could probably ride it like a horse.
I leaned over to help Tommy to his feet. He grabbed my hand and while hoisting him up I forgot about the low ceiling. “Ouch,” I said.
“It takes some getting used to,” said William. “Are you all right?”
“I’ll be fine. No worries.” I could already feel the raised bump on the top of my head.
“The Mayflower was not built to be a passenger ship. It’s a cargo ship. However, as you can see we’ve converted this crawl-space into our living quarters,” said William.
I looked around and could vaguely see that many passengers were lying down on rugs or sitting on chairs, chests of clothing, or leaning up against casks that were probably filled with water or beer. Many looked seasick, with chamber pots close by in case they had to vomit.
Tommy turned to one of the children who were petting the dog and asked, “Do you have to stay down here all the time?”
“Not all of the time,” said a girl who was about eight years old. “Only when the wind is really pushy and the waves are really big.”
“The waves don’t feel really big from down here,” Tommy said.
Overhearing the conversation, William crouched down to his knees and spoke to all of the children, including Tommy. “It’s true that this deck can be very deceiving about what’s happening outside. But the Mayflower is a special kind of ship. Have you ever seen a duck float on top of the waves? It just sits there, perfectly balanced while easily floating up and over and around the water. Well, the Mayflower is like a duck.” William reached out and while gently pressing against a little boy’s nose he made the noise “quack, quack.” The children laughed.
A young teenage boy who was standing nearby raised his hand and said, “I haven’t seen a duck, but I have seen a seagull. Or at least I think it was a seagull. I’m not sure because I didn’t see it float very long before a giant shark three times the size of the Mayflower jumped out of the water and ate the whole thing in one gulp.”
“It’s true,” said a second boy, about the same age as the first. They looked like brothers. “I saw the same shark. In fact, I saw it following the Mayflower just a few minutes ago.”
The young children stood there looking horrified, their eyes nearly as big as their opened mouths.
“D-d-did you really see such a shark?” a little girl finally asked.
“No, he did not!” said a man coming from behind the two teenage boys. Although it was dark, I could tell that he was shorter than William but probably close to the same age, maybe a little older. He looked like a strong man with broad
“Not to worry,” I whispered back. “We won’t stay long.”
Suddenly, a little boy, probably five or six years old, jumped out of the darkness and into our path. He looked up at Tommy and said, “Pardon me, but have you seen the puppy?”
Tommy crouched down until he was eye to eye with the little boy and said, “Sorry, little dude, I haven’t seen a puppy.”
Suddenly, the little boy jumped up and down, shouting and pointing to something behind Tommy: “Puppy, puppy, I see the puppy!”
Still crouching, Tommy turned around and stared up into the eyes of a giant-sized dog only inches from his face. The dog’s huge tongue licked and slobbered excitedly as Tommy fellbackward until he was on his back and the dog was now standing over him. The little boy laughed and laughed.
“That’s the puppy?” Tommy asked still lying on the damp floor and trying to cover his face with his arms.
William smiled and said, “That’s what they call him. He’s actually a giant mastiff. And there’s another dog, a spaniel. Two dogs and a hundred and two passengers.”
Other children joined the first little boy and they all started petting the dog. It was large enough that the smallest of the children could probably ride it like a horse.
I leaned over to help Tommy to his feet. He grabbed my hand and while hoisting him up I forgot about the low ceiling. “Ouch,” I said.
“It takes some getting used to,” said William. “Are you all right?”
“I’ll be fine. No worries.” I could already feel the raised bump on the top of my head.
“The Mayflower was not built to be a passenger ship. It’s a cargo ship. However, as you can see we’ve converted this crawl-space into our living quarters,” said William.
I looked around and could vaguely see that many passengers were lying down on rugs or sitting on chairs, chests of clothing, or leaning up against casks that were probably filled with water or beer. Many looked seasick, with chamber pots close by in case they had to vomit.
Tommy turned to one of the children who were petting the dog and asked, “Do you have to stay down here all the time?”
“Not all of the time,” said a girl who was about eight years old. “Only when the wind is really pushy and the waves are really big.”
“The waves don’t feel really big from down here,” Tommy said.
Overhearing the conversation, William crouched down to his knees and spoke to all of the children, including Tommy. “It’s true that this deck can be very deceiving about what’s happening outside. But the Mayflower is a special kind of ship. Have you ever seen a duck float on top of the waves? It just sits there, perfectly balanced while easily floating up and over and around the water. Well, the Mayflower is like a duck.” William reached out and while gently pressing against a little boy’s nose he made the noise “quack, quack.” The children laughed.
A young teenage boy who was standing nearby raised his hand and said, “I haven’t seen a duck, but I have seen a seagull. Or at least I think it was a seagull. I’m not sure because I didn’t see it float very long before a giant shark three times the size of the Mayflower jumped out of the water and ate the whole thing in one gulp.”
“It’s true,” said a second boy, about the same age as the first. They looked like brothers. “I saw the same shark. In fact, I saw it following the Mayflower just a few minutes ago.”
The young children stood there looking horrified, their eyes nearly as big as their opened mouths.
“D-d-did you really see such a shark?” a little girl finally asked.
“No, he did not!” said a man coming from behind the two teenage boys. Although it was dark, I could tell that he was shorter than William but probably close to the same age, maybe a little older. He looked like a strong man with broad
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