Bathed in an eerie glow, its masts reaching high through the mist, was a ship… Flying from its stern was a flag that Honey strained to see. Suddenly, she clutched Trixie's arm. “Why,” she cried, “the ship is a galleon, and it's flying the skull and crossbones! Oh, Trixie! Where did it come from, and why is it gleaming all over with that funny light?...”
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