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Hey, that’s really cool! What a beautiful, giant boat!” Ilvie cries enthusiastically. “And that was your great-grandmother’s ­little boat?”

Leonie meets her two new friends by the swing right after lunch and leads them to the old boathouse.

“Yes, the Anastasia truly is a very beautiful boat. It’s too bad that she’s been out of the water for so long,” replies Leonie.

“Imagine how fantastic it would be to go to sea on her and find the ­treasure!” says Ilvie, already imagining the adventure. “We would sail across the sea for days and days, sail around wonderful islands, get to know all kinds of ­people, and fulfill your great-grandmother’s mission which she couldn’t fulfill herself. Imagine if we could find the treasure, Leonie!”

Ilvie is very excited.

Theo quickly hides behind a box that is lying around next to the old boat. He can’t believe it—that is typical Ilvie. If it were up to her, all three of them would already be sitting on that dumb boat and sailing through the history of the world. How much work all of this is! Adventures! Pooh! Why couldn’t they just lie around in the meadow with the sun shining on their bellies as they ate a few cupcakes? Why did Ilvie always have to have adventures?

“Oh yes, that would be great,” replies Leonie, “But the boat is already very old. And we don’t know where the treasure map is. I‘m also not sure whether the three of us can sail well enough to handle such a big ship …”

Theo breathes a sigh of relief —in secret, of course!

“That means … Do you really know how to sail, Leonie?” Ilvie asks, ­grinning mischievously.

Theo’s secret hopes fade quickly because he knows Ilvie all too well.

“Of course! My whole family knows how to sail, and I’ve been sailing since I was three years old,” replies Leonie hesitantly. “But the Anastasia? She’s still quite big … Anyway, the fact remains that we don’t know where the treasure map is. And without the treasure map, there’s no treasure.”

“But maybe we’ll find that treasure map somewhere,” responds Ilvie ­determinedly. “Do you think we can take this tarp off the Anastasia? We’d really love to see all of her without this cover over her,” she adds, pulling on one corner of the tarp which covers half of the pirate ship.

“Yes, let’s do that! This beautiful ship really should be dusted off!” Leonie agrees, starting to search for a ladder.

A little while later, she pushes the giant ladder that she’s found across to the old boat and quickly climbs up it.

“OK, dear Anastasia; this is your moment—I’m going to show you off in all your old glory, by the glass-eyed, red-tailed Hippocampus!” cries Leonie. Lickety-split she undoes the knots that fasten the tarp to the boat and throws the giant tarp to the ground in one fell swoop. Ilvie and Theo are amazed at how clever and skillful Leonie is, almost like a circus artist.

Theo coughs loudly three times. As the tarp flies off it cloaks half the ­boathouse in a giant, thick dust cloud. ‘Pooh, I’m going to suffocate!’ he twinkles. ‘Ilvie, Ilvie, where are you? I can’t see you anymore! Everything is foggy here! Ilvie! Help!’

‘I’m here, Theo, don’t worry,’ Ilvie twinkles back.

“This tarp clearly hasn’t been moved in a long while,” she gasps.

“Are you OK down there?” calls Leonie from the ladder. “I can’t see you! Is everything OK?”

“Yes, yes,” calls Ilvie, coughing and waving the dust away from her face with her hands. “It’s just a little dusty here!”

When the dust has settled a bit and Ilvie can see the ladder again, she climbs up quickly behind her new friend. Leonie is already all the way up on the deck, looking around.

“Wow, I haven’t seen the Anastasia without the tarp for a really long time!” murmurs the little girl.

“She’s beautiful!” cries Ilvie when she has reached the top of the ladder.

‘Hey, what about me? Huh? Are you just going to leave me down here to rot? That’s really mean of you!’ Ilvie hears an aggravated twinkling in her mind.

“Oh, Theo …” murmurs Ilvie softly. “My little monkey friend is kind of afraid of heights,” she whispers to Leonie with a wink. “I’ll come and get you!” Ilvie cries loudly, climbing down again. She grabs the little monkey, who is holding tightly to his knapsack, and climbs back up the ladder ­holding him.

‘Waaaahhhh … this is hiiigggh!’ twinkles Theo anxiously, keeping both eyes closed tight. ‘Don’t boats belong in the water? This is muuuch too high!’

By the time they arrive at the top, Leonie has disappeared.

“Leonie!” cries Ilvie anxiously. “Leonie, where are you?”

“I’m under here!” she hears from deep inside the ship’s belly. “You just have to go through the cabin door and climb down the steps!”

‘Waaahhh, it’s dark and dusty; I’m definitely not going in there!’ twinkles Theo with disgust. ‘Yuck!’

‘Come on, Theo, I’ll hold your hand,’ twinkles Ilvie, who has already climbed halfway down the stairs.

“Wow! It’s cool down here!” she cries with amazement when she reaches the end of the stairs and can look around the inside of the boat. Only a little light comes through the dust-streaked portholes on the sides. The old ­wooden ­floor, the furniture, and even the walls are covered in a thick layer of dust, but Ilvie can clearly see that the Anastasia is a beautiful, precious old wooden ship.

“Come on, take a look over here,” Ilvie hears a voice from the semi-­darkness. Slowly, she feels her way along.

“Where are you? I don’t see you!” asks Ilvie while searching her way ­carefully.

“Here!” cries a voice next to her.

“Oh! You scared me!”

The voice next to Ilvie giggles. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to! Look, this was the library. Here are all kinds of books about sailing and navigation, and a lot of sea maps. It looks as if my great-grandmother were just here.”

“All the stuff that she left lying around is still there; that’s fantastic,” says Ilvie impressed.

‘Hellooooo!’ twinkles Theo, who—trembling all over—has indeed dared to enter the belly of the ship. Standing around outside by himself at this height definitely seems more dangerous than following the girls. That way, at least they would die together if it came to that. The little monkey is so scared that he’s even forgotten his precious knapsack on the deck. ‘Ilvie, where are you?’

‘Come on, Theo, take a look at everything that’s here!’ twinkles Ilvie with enthusiasm.

‘B … but … where are you?’ twinkles Theo in reply. ‘My little monkey eyes can’t see anythingatall!’

“Ha! By the bowlegged Danio Rerio!” cries Leonie. “That’s my great-grandmother’s old ship’s lantern! Wait a minute, there must be matches here somewhere …” she murmurs, beginning to open a few ­drawers. “Tadaaa!” says Leonie with pride as she lights the ship’s lantern.

“Oh my goodness! It’s really beautiful,” says Ilvie with wonder when she sees the library in the gentle glow of the ship’s lantern.

Theo had followed the light and is peeking cautiously around the corner. ‘Pooh, these adventures are really stressful!’ twinkles the little monkey. He wipes his forehead and climbs carefully onto the big table where all the sea maps are lying open.

“Leonie, we just have to find the treasure map and go to sea on the Anastasia!” says Ilvie with determination. “Is there any hint of where that map might be?”

“Hmm … I don’t know …” says Leonie thoughtfully. “Many people have already tried to find this old map, but so far nobody has succeeded. I really think the treasure map is lost.”

Leonie pauses briefly and then continues: “But something just occurred to me—a few years ago, a very old woman down here spoke to me. I’d never seen her before, and she asked me whether I happened to be related to Grace the dauntless sailor. I said, ‘Yes, that’s my great-grandmother!’ Then, the old woman smiled and shook her head slowly. ‘I knew it. You look just like beautiful Grace!’ she said.”

Leonie stares distractedly into space before continuing. “The old woman said something very strange—something I haven’t been able to get out of my head since then. I can still remember her words precisely: ‘When Grace left on her last journey, I was very sick and couldn’t go along. That saved my life, otherwise I would have sailed into the trap with the whole troop and I would have died with them. I still feel bad because of that … But shortly ­before her departure, your great-grandmother told me that if she didn’t come back I was to remember that the secret is to look at the pictures of the past! I never understood what Grace meant, but I think she suspected that she would never return. I’m happy that I’ve met you now, young girl. I’m ­already very old and nobody knows how much longer I’ll live. I could never solve the riddle, but maybe you can!’ Then the old woman hugged me briefly and disappeared. Ever since then, I’ve been puzzling over what her words meant and whether they could really have something to do with the treasure map.”

‘Haha, what is this funny thing’? twinkles Theo. The little monkey has ­finally recovered from his fright and started to look around him. Curious, he opens a wooden chest and sees that it contains a strange-looking object that has a telescope on it. He slowly pulls the shiny thing out of the chest and tries to look through the telescope. ‘I don’t see anythingatall!’ he twinkles in disgust. ‘I should be able to see much better than normal with this telescope, but I can’t. Stupid thing!’

“That’s a sextant, dear Theo!” explains Leonie when she notices him ­playing with the instrument. “It’s one of the most important instruments on a boat. You can use it to determine your position on the earth very precisely if you know how to use it.”

“Leonie, personally I believe that you can sail really well,” Ilvie comments. “Certainly well enough to sail the Anastasia. You already know a lot about sailing, and whatever you don’t know we can read about together and ­learn—or ask someone. It’s all here, all of the books and instruments, and ­surely there are a lot of experienced sailors around here we can ask if we don’t ­understand something. And then there’s the magnificent ship! I think we should find the treasure map and finish your great-grandmother’s ­mission!”

“Hmmm … that would really be something!” agrees Leonie. Her ­uncovered eye is shining with enthusiasm. “But how do we find that map? So many people before us have tried and failed!” she says, looking miserable.

“Let me think …” says Ilvie, pacing up and down. “What could she have meant, that old woman? The secret is to look at the pictures of the past …”

Theo puts the sextant back into the wooden chest and scratches his head thoughtfully. All of this is simply too much for his little monkey brain. And furthermore, it has been a long while since he’s eaten a strawberry cupcake, so his stomach is grumbling loudly. ‘For my part, I think we’ve heard enough of all this nonsense!’ twinkles the little monkey grumpily. ‘I’m going back up on deck to get my knapsack and I’m going to gobble down one of those good strawberry cupcakes—right now!’ And with that, the little monkey hops down off the table.

“Waaaahhhhh!” howls Theo a moment later. He has landed with his butt on the sharp edge of a wooden crate—one he hadn’t noticed. The crate falls over and its contents spill all over the library floor. “Owwwwww!” Theo complains, hopping on one leg and holding his little butt. ‘Darn it! Darn it! Whenever you want to get just one little strawberry cupcake, a stupid crate sets a trap for you! Such a stupid thing!’ twinkles the little monkey angrily while he is still jumping around wildly.

Leonie grins and Ilvie laughs out loud. Theo looks so funny hopping over the planks in the library with both hands on his butt.

‘Yeah, yeah, go ahead and laugh,’ twinkles Theo with annoyance. ‘Don’t worry about me hopping around here with my butt hurting more than anyone can imagine!’

Offended, Theo looks at the floor, where the contents of the box lie strewn about. ‘Bah!’ he twinkles angrily. ‘Stupid old pictures!’

“Stupid old pictures …” repeats Ilvie loudly, looking at Leonie with ­excitement. “Theo cursed these stupid old pictures and … Leonie, I have an idea!” Ilvie kneels down and rummages around in the pictures scattered across the floor. “These are old photos—pictures of the past!”

Leonie looks at her new friend in amazement and murmurs, “By the foot-buttoned Coleoid!” Her free eye shines. “Pictures of the past—wow!”

“Yes,” cries Ilvie rummaging through more pictures. “What if your great-grandmother hid a hint here about where the treasure map can be found?”

“The secret is to look at pictures of the past …” Leonie repeats the old woman’s words. “That would be a lot like my great-grandmother,” she adds, grinning. “Great-grandmother Grace really loved her Anastasia, and ­although she commanded the even bigger ship, she kept taking the smaller Anastasia out to sea whenever she could. And great-grandmother was very clever and very careful; she never would have told anyone directly where the treasure map is. So yes, judging by everything I know about her, that could actually be what happened!”

“Then let’s go!” cries Ilvie. “Let’s see if we can find a hint here!”

Leonie kneels down next to Ilvie on the ground and looks at her friend impishly. “That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” she says, starting to take a ­closer look at the old pictures.

“Hmmm …” she murmurs after a while. “If we only knew approximately what we were looking for. There are hundreds of photos, and we have no idea what this secret is supposed to look like.”