The Bostwick Boys and The Mystery of the Spooky Cove

I say, good show, Frederick. You’ve really done a smashing job this time. What will mum think now that we won’t be home for supper? She’ll have herself a fit, not knowing where we are. All I wanted to do when I woke up this morning was go and feed the ponies on Mr. Cuttleby’s farm, but you insisted we go and visit the spooky cove by the lighthouse, and now you’ve gotten us both hog-tied by marauding pirates! No, I will not stop my sniveling, Frederick, I’ve a point to make and I will make it whether you fancy my sniveling or not, and my point is that you’ve no sense at all, dear brother. Not an ounce in your head. They call it a spooky cove for a reason and that’s to keep boys with wild imaginations from going anywhere near it. Well, you wanted adventure today and you’ve got it. Look at that one over there sharpening his knife. I don’t fancy he uses that to butter his muffins, Frederick, I fancy he uses it on little boys with wild imaginations. And don’t tell me I sound like mum! You’re always telling me I sound like mum in front of the other boys and that I should start wearing dresses if I like picking daisies so much, and all I have to say is what’s not to like in picking daisies? What’s wrong with a boy preferring daisy-picking more’n he likes something like rugby, huh? You gonna tell me it says that in one of your fancy adventure books? Oh dear God, he’s coming this way now with his knife, ready to make stew out of us. Well, how do you know what pirates like to eat, Frederick? I shan’t imagine you’ve ever met one before. Well, sucks to you, too, and sucks to being tied to you all day in this smelly ol’ ship. And look! It’s gone past four already and we’ve missed afternoon tea! My tummy won’t forgive you that one. No, sir. Oh good. Oh, that’s very good. He wasn’t after us, at all. Just on his way to the loo it seems. What do you mean you hope they feed me to the crocodiles? What kind of a thing is that to say to your own brother? I would never wish something like that upon you! Well, now that just wasn’t very nice at all. Oh drat, that’s mum calling us now. I guess it’ll be time for afternoon tea soon, we should hurry along then. What’s that you say, brother? Well, I guess I don’t like the way you play these silly little games either. No, I don’t suppose I like it at all.