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last place we look.”
    Their parents looked at each other, amazed. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine Oliver and Celia actually wanting to go exploring with them.
    â€œDon’t get the wrong idea,” said Celia. “This isn’t going to be a regular thing. It’s just this once.”
    â€œSo that we can all stay together, like a normal family,” said Oliver.
    â€œEven though normal families never have to escape from mobs of goat herders and bloodthirsty pirates in Djibouti,” said Celia. She scowled at Oliver before he could laugh.
    â€œDjibouti.” The professor chuckled under his breath.
    Celia sighed. “And when this is over, we want our own TVs in each of our rooms,” she said.
    â€œBig ones,” added Oliver.
    â€œWith flat screens.”
    Their parents grinned at each other from ear to ear. Their mother reached over and hit a button on the intercom to the pilot.
    â€œCaptain,” she said. “Take us north. We’re going to the Svalbard archipelago.”
    â€œThat’s near the North Pole?” asked Celia.
    Her mother nodded.
    â€œDid you know that in the North Pole, every direction is south?” their father asked. “Isn’t that amazing! When you’re at the North Pole, everywhere is below you!”
    â€œGreat.” Celia groaned. “Nowhere to go but down.”
    Dr. Navel ignored her. He patted her on the head and went with their mother to look over maps.
    â€œHow will we find this Atlantis place when we get there?” Qui squished into the seat next to Celia.
    â€œOur parents will figure that out.” Oliver shrugged.
    â€œThey’ve never figured any of this stuff out before.” Celia shook her head. “Why would they start now?”
    â€œSo what do you think we should do, if you’re such a great explorer?” Oliver asked.
    â€œI didn’t say I’m a great explorer,” said Celia. “I just said that we’ll probably figure this out before Mom and Dad do, because that’s, like, what always happens.”
    â€œMaybe something different will happen this time,” Oliver said. “Maybe they’ll save the day and we can just relax.”
    â€œMom said
we
have to finish this prophecy before we can go home,” said Celia. “Not her. Us.”
    â€œCan I help?” asked Corey.
    â€œYeah, could you explain the prophecy to us and tell us what to do?” said Oliver. Corey scratched his head but didn’t answer. Oliver looked at Qui.
    â€œHow would I know?” she said.
    â€œYou were in our visions in the Amazon,” said Celia. “You helped guide us.”
    â€œThose were your visions,” Qui said, shaking her head. “I’m not psychic or magic or anything,” she explained. “It’s like on your TV. I was just the antenna on the television set, not the show. I helped you pick up the broadcast signal. I’m just a kid like you.”
    â€œNot really like us,” said Oliver.
    â€œI know that that one line from the prophecy,
the greatest explorers shall be the least,
is about us,” said Celia. “We’re the least.”
    â€œThe least what?” asked Oliver.
    â€œThe least whatever. The least old. The least interested. The least adventurous.”
    Qui and Corey nodded. No one would disagree with that.
    â€œThat also means that we’re the greatest,” said Oliver.
    â€œSo Santa is and is not Santa, and you are and are not the greatest,” Corey repeated.
    â€œI guess so,” said Celia.
    There was a long silence as they considered that possibility. They listened to the loud drone of the airplane engines with wrinkled brows and pursed lips.
    Oliver finally broke the quiet with an idea that had just occurred to him.
    â€œHey, maybe when we’re in the Arctic we’ll get to ride dogsleds.” Oliver smiled.
    Riding on dogsleds across the Svalbard archipelago