Anchors Away! - Tracey Corderoy - E-Book

Anchors Away! E-Book

Tracey Corderoy

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Looking for adventure?Want to be a hero?Step inside the Story Shop!The Story Shop is packed full of plots, costumes and characters galore. And shopkeepers Wilbur and Fred are ready and waiting to find every customer their perfect adventure!When famous explorer Pearl stumbles into the shop, she's certain she's done everything and been everywhere … until Wilbur and Fred suggest a swashbuckling pirate adventure!Join Captain Pearl as she embarks on a sneaky mission to steal the priceless Black Pearl, stirs up trouble in a treasure race and has a wail of a time on the hunt for a mysterious pirate ghost…From the acclaimed author of SHIFTY MCGIFTY comes a fresh, funny and highly illustrated new series of chapter books, celebrating the power of imagination. Designed for emerging readers with three linked stories in each book, THE STORY SHOP is perfect for fans of HOTEL FLAMINGO and KITTY.

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Seitenzahl: 45

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

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For Evie, may all your adventures be thrilling! x

– T. C.

 

For Olive x – T. N.

Contents

Title PageDedicationIntroductionAnchors Away!Chapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourRace to the Treasure!Chapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourThe Ghost PirateChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourMore Pirate Fun!About the AuthorAbout the IllustratorComing Soon…Copyright
 

Welcome to Puddletown High Street!

Looks completely normal, doesn’t it?

Normal baker’s selling normal bread. Normal shoe shop selling normal wellies. Normal toyshop selling normal bats and balls.

But nestled between the hairdresser’s and the hardware store (which sells entirely normal brooms) is the most unusual shop:

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8The Story Shop sells adventures you can BE in. With real characters you’ll actually meet!

Shopkeeper Wilbur and his assistant Fred Ferret have props and plots galore.

So, what are you waiting for? Step inside if you’re BRAVE enough.

But be warned, anything might happen…

“Wilbur – watch!” cried Fred.

It was the end of the day and Fred and Wilbur were tidying the Story Shop.

Fred picked up three hats from the counter, juggled them in the air, then flung them on to the hat stand one by one.

“Hoopla!” chuckled Wilbur.

They did a final check around. Not a costume or prop out of place. But as Fred went to lock the door, a last-minute customer bustled in.

“Your blackboard sign – on the pavement,” she tutted. “I very nearly tripped over it. I’m Pearl Johnson, famous explorer. I expect you’ve heard of me?”11

They hadn’t. But Pearl Johnson did look like an explorer. Her trousers were tucked into her well-worn boots and her shirt had lots of pockets. Attached to her belt was a flask and a compass. And dangling around her neck were a pair of binoculars.

“Sorry about the blackboard,” Wilbur replied.

“You should have used your binoculars!” joked Fred.

“Actually I was.” Pearl examined him closely. “To search for rare birds. On shop rooftops! I had it all planned. Because PLANS,” she nodded, “make everything run smoothly.”

Fred blushed.

12“You need a plan for that sign! If it was MY shop,” sniffed Pearl, “I’d pop it nearer the wall. I never nearly trip. Though I’ve been on many exciting trips. Why, I was flying planes across the world before you were even born!”

Pearl turned to go, nearly tripping over the doormat. “Honestly,” she bristled. “If I were you I’d put that on the planning list too!”

“Very helpful advice,” Wilbur nodded. “I wonder if, before we close, you’d like a quick story adventure? We’ve many thrilling, um … trips on offer here.”

Pearl shrugged. “I challenge you to find something I’ve not already done. I’ve crossed deserts, wrestled tigers, sky-dived – blindfolded. I’ve even taken tea with pandas.” 13

“Challenge accepted!” Wilbur replied. And off he went, picking out costumes and props.

He held up some ideas Pearl could ‘try for size’ – but…

“Done mummies!” she declared.

“Busted ghosts galore.”

14“And as for p—” Pearl stopped.

“Ever been treasure hunting with pirates?” grinned Fred.

“G-goodness,” gasped Pearl. “I haven’t!”

Fred hurried behind the counter to pop on his costume, as Wilbur escorted Pearl to the changing room.

When she came back out…

“Look!” she cried.

15Wilbur laughed. “So you are!”

“Captain Pearl has a rather nice ring to it, don’t you think?” She swished her cutlass as Pirate Fred reappeared, sliding his eyepatch into place.

Pearl frowned. “Sorry, but you can’t come. I always travel alone.”

“But Fred goes on every adventure,” insisted Wilbur. “Although,” he added hastily, “you’d be in charge as you’re so—”

“Bossy,” whispered Fred.

“H-helpful!” spluttered Wilbur. “Now let’s get your adventure started!”

He whisked the feather off his hat and waved it over a patch of bare floorboards. They parted – SWISH! – and up rose a big black pot.

“This is the Story Pot,” Fred told Pearl. An inky-blue liquid bubbled inside it.

On a nearby shelf a blank book gave a jiggle, as if itching to get the story started. Fred popped it in the pot and Wilbur added a few props…

“A dash of cannon ball. A pinch of crab. And a sprinkle of sand, salt and jewels!” 16

“And look!” Fred pointed to some drawers behind the counter as one labelled ‘Pirates’ rattled open.

“Edie!” laughed Wilbur. “Why, of course, all pirate captains need a parrot.”

The scruffy bird took flight immediately, sending props, books and inkpots flying. She crash-landed on Pearl’s arm, a pair of bloomers on her head.

17“Manners!” sniffed Pearl as Edie shook off the bloomers, a cheeky glint in her eyes.

Wilbur handed Fred a bag of marbles, a torch and two nets to stash in his loot sack.

“Marbles?” said Pearl. “We’ll have no time for games when we’re running amok with pirates!”

“But these are emergency items,” replied Fred. “To help with tricky story twists.”

Next Wilbur handed him a toy pirate ship, which Fred slipped into his pocket. Then, taking the spoon, he started to stir.

“Not like that!” huffed Pearl, reaching out to grab it. But when she touched it too—

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