The Splendid Baron Submarine by Eric Bower

Author:Eric Bower
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile fiction, Adventure and adventurers, Inventions, Inventors, Ghosts, Pirates, Buried treasure, 19th century United State Histor, Adventure fiction, Fantasy, Science, Science Fiction, Scifi, Steampunk, Action and adventure
ISBN: 9781944995393
Publisher: PublishDrive
Published: 2017-11-14T05:00:00+00:00

When you’re running away from something frightening, like an angry ghost, sometimes you don’t pay attention to where you’re going. This was one of those times.

After running as quickly as I could for about fifteen minutes, I realized that I was completely lost. I had left the path I’d originally taken to the pond, and now I was somewhere in the middle of the jungle where the trees were so tall and thick that I could barely see the sky through all of the twisted branches. I heard several different animals cry out, and I hoped that they weren’t the sort of animals whose moods would be greatly improved by eating a slow and sweaty kid. I sat on an overturned tree and thought about what I should do next.

I had nothing with me but my clay jugs filled with pond muck. I had left all my other supplies back at the submarine. Suddenly I realized that I was hungry, maybe hungrier than I’d ever been before.

Actually, that’s not true. Whenever I’m hungry, I think that it’s the hungriest that I’ve ever been. I’d actually eaten quite recently, and quite a lot too. In fact, my parents and Rose blamed Waldo for eating the rest of our food, but it was actually me who did that. I have a terrible habit of sleepwalking, and sometimes when I sleepwalk, I sleep-cook, and sleep-eat, and then, later on, I sleep-snack on the sleep-leftovers. It’s the strangest thing. It sometimes happens while I’m awake too. I’ll just be sitting there on the sofa reading, and the next thing I know I have a peanut butter, banana, bacon, and jalapeno sandwich in my hands, with a tall glass of milk and a slice of chocolate cake on the side. And since it’s already in my hands, I figure that it would be a shame to waste it, so I’ll eat it.

So I guess you could say I felt a little guilty that my parents blamed Waldo for eating all of our food. But only a little guilty. That lousy monkey had been picking on me since we found him. And he also got in my father’s way when P tried to close the back of the submarine, which meant little Waldo tried to kill me. Sort of.

Although, the more that I thought about it, the more I realized that Waldo probably didn’t understand what the control panel was, and how it was being used to save me from the shark and eel. After all, he was only a monkey. He probably hopped onto the control panel for the same reason he hid Rose’s hairbrush, picked at the lice in P’s hair, and ate all of the bananas and peanuts that M packed. He did those things because he was a monkey. And that’s what monkeys do. They don’t know any better.

Huh. I supposed I did feel pretty bad for the little guy.

But I didn’t have time to feel bad for him for long. Because

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