The Door gets the capital-letter treatment, too, because it’s made out of three-inch-thick solid steel. It’s where Mom and Dad keep their rare and valuable treasure-hunting maps locked up behind the Door. Yes, whenever Dad talks about the Room, it sounds like he’s capitalizing it, because the Room is this super-secret high-security walk-in vault on our ship, the Lost. “There are secrets belowdecks in the Room you need to guard.” “You three need to stay with the ship,” Dad had said when they loaded up the boats. Why weren’t we in a rowboat or a motorized raft?īecause Mom, Dad, and our big brother, Tommy, had taken all available landing craft when they decided to do a little treasure hunting on Cocos Island without me, Beck, or our big sister, Storm. Maybe they couldn’t see us- swimming right in front of them. Good thing hammerheads have eyeballs where their ears should be. We furiously paddled our arms and kicked our legs and tried to outrun the swarm of hungry sea monsters. (Yes, Beck, that should have been a hint as to what might be lurking beneath the waves.)
Being chased by hammerhead sharks as we swam our way to Cocos Island, a Costa Rican national park also known as “the Island of Sharks.” It’s hard to write or draw while you’re swimming for your life. I’m doing the same thing with the storytelling. (Beck says she drew that illustration later on, from memory, not while we were in the water.
Okay, to start, I have to admit that I’m seriously impressed by my twin sis Beck’s ability to draw that picture, because at the time, we were maybe ten seconds away from being chomped on by a family of hammerhead sharks.
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