Kip held the bottle up to the light. Inside was a miniature, wooden two-masted ship. . . . Written on the back of the ship were two microscopic words: Jezebel’s Revenge.
A blast of cold wind rushed through the attic, like a locomotive screaming through a tunnel. Heavy and fierce. Cold water splashed on his head. He looked up just as a gigantic wave of water roared down on top of him. . . . He choked and coughed while another wave, and another, washed over him. Wiping his eyes, he turned his head, his eyes wild with fright.
The ceiling was gone.
The attic was gone.
Black, angry storm clouds blistered above him and all around him roared a mighty ocean. . . .
Kip makes a fool of himself trying to fake a history report on pirates, and he has no hope of salvaging his situation, until he discovers that piracy runs in the family. He finds excitement, danger, and a way to even the score with his history teacher.
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