Right now we are in Georgetown, Bahamas and are anchored off of Volleyball Beach. Volleyball beach has, as its name suggests, a volleyball court on the beach. The beach also has wild stingrays that come up to you looking for a scratch. We found out the hard way that there was also glass in the water when our friend, Tiger, stepped on some and cut up her heel. For those who have been waiting for the next installment, here is the conclusion of Part I of The Curse of the Orange Sea Glass. It’s a good one you don’t want to miss.
Three weeks later I had been discharged from the hospital. I was searching for a book in The Unicorn Bookstore. The old saleswomen introduced herself as Mrs. Iguano and recommended a brown leather backed book named 'The Curse of the Orange Sea Glass'.
"I noticed your necklace and I think it's time to pass it on." She said, and with surprising strength for such an old lady, lunged at me. I toppled over, but I quickly regained my balance. The old lady wasn't as quick as I was. Her sudden strength was gone. I had to help her back to her feet.
She handed me the book and said, "Please write your entry in here."
I tried to say “What? Who are you?” but it sounded more like this, "Whaaaa? Reewhoo oo?"
"You haven't guessed who I am yet?" she said with a sly smile.
Then something amazing happened. Her frail body started shaking very violently. Her gray hair turned to white feathers and her musty shoal morphed into brown feathers. She shrank to the size of my hand and her lumpy nose turned into a sharp, pointy beak, in which was my orange piece of sea glass. My voice suddenly came back.
"Fiddlesticks!" I shouted.
Fiddlesticks or Mrs. Iguano chirped with a smug laugh, "You now have the curse of the orange sea glass!"
End of Part I