The Treasure Hunt 2: Chapter 4
| September 23, 2020“Get off the ship! It’s gonna blow! Give me your hand, Tuvia, and jump overboard! Quickly, now! We don’t have much time!”
"We’re losing this battle! I can’t keep the birds back any longer!” the Captain called to Tuvia over the deafening din of talons snapping and wings flapping.
“Fire in the hole!” Jack the parrot screeched. “Fire in the hole!”
“Would you just be quiet already! Just this once?!” the Captain roared, fending off several birds at once.
“He’s got a point, Captain. We need firepower.” Tuvia leaped onto a wooden box and swung his sword in a wide arc, momentarily scattering the birds.
The Captain and Tuvia locked eyes, and they both said, “Cannons.”
They turned and began racing to the opposite side of the deck, flinging their swords wildly as the birds pursued them.
“Captain, help!” Tuvia called out as he tripped and was flung onto his face on the deck. His sword flew from his hand and skidded over the side of the ship and into the sea. “I’ve lost my sword!”
The Captain turned to help him but was stopped by the birds.
“Heave to!” Jack screeched, launching himself over the deck after the sword. A moment later he reappeared, the sword clutched in his tiny beak. Incredibly, the tiny bird flew through the air, dodging attacking birds, until he had reached Tuvia.
“Thanks, Jack!” Tuvia grinned. “You’re a good bird!”
“Tuvia, get over here! Help me twist this thing around!” The Captain was struggling to reposition an enormous, ancient-looking cannon. “Aaaargh! I can’t do anything with these birds flying around! Never mind, just cover me while I work with this thing. Keep those birds off me for a minute.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.” Tuvia swung into action, swinging the sword over his head as he charged head on into the flock of birds. “Back! Get back!”
“Almost got it! I just have to be careful not to light the—”
The Captain’s words were drowned out by an extremely loud hissing noise. A strong stench filled the air as smoke bellowed out of the cannon.
“Get off the ship! It’s gonna blow! Give me your hand, Tuvia, and jump overboard! Quickly, now! We don’t have much time!”
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