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An exciting tale of adventure as a twelve-year-old girl and others time travel into a fictional world with more questions than answers.
Twelve-year-old Mary Lyttle is sitting on the floor of a bookstore when a strange-looking blank book drops into her lap from a shelf above. Moments later, she falls into the book and lands in an earlier time. Relieved that her beloved crystal medallion is still around her neck, she notices an ancient ship anchored nearby.
After the captain and his family convince Mary that she must be there for some reason, she boards the ship crewed by talking monkeys. After they set sail, they discover an island, decide to explore, and become stuck in thick ice. After they summon help from an old hermit, they finally break free—only to be captured by pirates who take them to their volcanic island hideaway. As Mary and the others are being prepared for ritual sacrifice to their captors’ evil god, they escape with assistance from animals. But what Mary does not know is that her adventures are just beginning, and that her necklace is there to help her. Will she ever find her way back home, and who will inherit the necklace next?
Mayhem and Monkeyshines is an exciting tale of adventure as a twelve-year-old girl and others time travel into a fictional world with more questions than answers.

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Publié par	Archway Publishing
Date de parution	23 août 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781665728775
Langue	English

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MAYHEM and MONKEYSHINES

GLENN CLARK

Copyright © 2022 Glenn Clark.

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ISBN: 978-1-6657-2876-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-2877-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022915190

Archway Publishing rev. date: 08/23/2022

CONTENTS
MAYHEM AND MONKEYSHINES
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MARY BRENT IN THE MISTY SEAS
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MYSTERIES OF MACO MARU
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MAYHEM AND MONKEYSHINES

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M ary Lyttle’s snug little room was in the attic of her parents’ home, and the only thing between her and heaven was a raftered roof that had been drummed all night with a hard rain and an eager wind that had pounded the walls and rattled the windows trying to get in. Under one of these windows, Mary slept all night warm and safe.
When she woke up, it was still raining, and she rolled over in bed to steal another few winks of sleep. Then she remembered it was Saturday. The thought of no school to slow her down the rest of the day gave her the impetus to jump out of bed and go down to breakfast that her mother had waiting for her. After she was through eating, she looked out of the window again.
“Oh, dear,” she said. “It’s still raining.”
This was a little discouraging. Mary had planned to go across town and go beach combing in search of interesting driftwood and maybe that rare sea shell that would talk to her of faraway places and adventure, but the storm had now put a stop to that. Mary, however, always had an escape. Just down the street was The Big Barn, her favorite used book store, and she could often find something fun and exciting in an old book. So, that is where we now find her: sitting on the floor going through a large pile of books that had just arrived.
She stretched out her legs and relaxed, and as she did so, the whole building jiggled slightly, and a volume from high up on a shelf fell into her lap. This small quake didn’t bother Mary very much, because there had been a small one earlier, and earthquakes were not uncommon in her part of the country anyway. She set the fallen book aside. Then she picked it up again. It was a very strange looking book. On the cover were the simple words, The Quest of Mylja . When she opened it she was surprised to see that there was nothing written on the pages; they all seemed to be blank. She continued to examine each page more carefully and began to realize that they weren’t entirely blank after all. One page was covered with something that appeared to be a picture of fog. The more she looked at it, the more she began to see something in it but she couldn’t quite make out what it was. It became almost hypnotic, and the fog seemed to be actually swirling around on the page. At that moment, a huge earthquake rocked the whole building, knocking Mary over backward to the floor. Slightly dizzy, Mary sat back up. She still had the book in her hands, and it seemed to draw her into the picture. As she tried to get to her feet, she fell forward, and instead of falling on to the floor of the book store, she fell right through the picture and down an embankment. Dazed, she picked herself up dusted herself off, made sure she still had the crystal medallion that she always wore on a thin gold chain around her neck and looked around.
“Oh, dear!” she cried. “This isn’t right. What happened?” She tried to climb back up the embankment, but she kept falling. “This isn’t right at all,” she kept saying. “Where am I anyway?” She was getting frightened and didn’t know what to do. She started looking for some stairs, but there weren’t any.
She then could see that she had fallen onto a long beach with a small cove by the sea and that there was an old-style ship anchored off shore. There was also what looked like a mother with two children about Mary’s age picking up sea shells and examining them. Having seen Mary fall, they quickly came over.
“My, what a tumble. Are you all right?” the mother asked.
“I think so,” Mary replied, examining herself. She looked up and down the beach and then up at the cliff from which she had fallen, wondering where she was and how she could get back to the book store.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the mother said. “I better introduce myself. I’m Mrs. Gimbley, but you should call me Nell. And these are my children, Willie and Nilly.”
She patted the boy on the head when she said Willie and the younger girl on the head when she said Nilly.
“How do you do?” They both said together and then waited patiently while Mary gathered her wits about her.
“Well,” Mary finally said, “I’m Mary Lyttle, and I wonder if you could tell me exactly where I am. I must be getting back to the book store.”
“You came from a book store?” they all asked in unison, but before Mary could answer, the earth gave a big shudder which knocked them all to the ground.
“My, oh, my!” Nell exclaimed trying to rise, but the ground was shaking so much that they all had trouble getting up. “Quickly!” Nell cried. “We must get to the ship. Hold my hands, all of you, and we’ll crawl to the boat.”
There was a small boat bobbing about at the shoreline that was tied to an anchor buried in the sand, and they hurriedly made their way to it, hauled the anchor out of the sand, and after climbing in, they pushed off, heading for the ship that was rocking violently some way off shore. Nell pulled with a will on the oars, and they soon bumped up against the ship and were pulled aboard by some large, muscular monkeys.
“Come along now, we’ll be away in a moment,” one of them said.
Imagine Mary’s surprise at that. She had never heard a monkey speak perfect English before, and it came as quite a shock. While this was happening, a man standing on a raised part of the stern waved his arms about and shouted orders to the crew that was made up of the same agile monkeys that had pulled them aboard.
“Avast, ye lubbers!” he cried. “Look alive now! Back the fore stay and up with the main. Down with the boom and square the yards! Clear the jib bits and walk the windless.” He waved his arms and shouted as the crew went swiftly and efficiently about their business, ignoring him completely, and the ship began to move forward.
“Come along now,” Nell said. “We’d best get below to the cabin before we’re blown overboard.” They climbed down a ladder onto a lower deck and then into a large, stern cabin where they all sat down, finally able to relax. “That’s better.” Nell said as the man who had been on the quarterdeck directing the crew joined them.
“Well that’s done,” he said. “We’ll soon be away from this accursed shore. It’s not so hard to run a ship you know. And who do we have here?” he asked, looking at Mary.
Nell looked at Mary and winked, and the children sniggered. “Mary, this is my husband Elgard, but we call him El. You might want to call him Captain, but I wouldn’t. He thinks he’s an old salt, but the closest he ever came to that was when he recently fell overboard.”
“Hey, not so loud!” Elgard whispered harshly. “The crew will hear you.”
“I think they are well aware of your seamanship by now,” Nell said, laughing. “And this, El, is Mary.”
“How do you do Mary?” said El, looking Mary over. “And how have you come to be on my ship—oh!—look at this.”
They all crowded around the large window that looked out from the stern of the ship. What they could now see was that the ship had been anchored in a small bay surrounded by an island with only a narrow passage between two high headlands. They were under way and had just negotiated the pass into the open sea when the entire island gave a great shiver and slipped below the waves, leaving only a vast empty ocean behind. They watched silently as a huge whirlpool formed where the island used to be. There was good breeze, and the ship was sailing well, but it was slowly being drawn back into the maelstrom.
“Oh, my, oh, my!” El announced and ran back on deck.
The rest of them just watched anxiously out the stern window as the ship drifted slowly toward the hole in the water. Soon the ship began to drift around and around faster and faster, and just as it began to look as if they were going to be drawn down into the whirlpool, the ship steadied and slowly began to pull away. Their eyes were glued on the spectacle when they heard a great gulp, and a large bubble rose out of the hole in the water. It got bigger and bigger until it popped, and then the sea filled in the hole and they were again sailing away on a smooth waters. They couldn’t believe they were safe until El came back to the cabin and said all was well. He said that the Monkeyshines—that was the name of the cr