âIâm pretty sure dogs arenât allowed in the swimming pool,â Isis called from the lifeguardâs chair.
Anubis shook his head from side to side like a wet dog, spraying drops of water. âI see youâre still as disrespectful as ever,â he growled at her. âSo Iâm going to send you to someone who will teach you a lesson or two!â
Tom scrambled out of the pool and stood on the edge shivering.
As Anubis disappeared back under the surface in a funnel of water, it looked like somebody had yanked a plug out of the pool.
An icy wind whipped up round Tom, Isis and Cleo. Tom felt himself being pulled through the tunnels of time.
âI wonder where weâre going?â Isis shouted, as they sped along.
âI donât know, but weâre about to find out!â called Tom.
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âWheeeeeeee!â Tom cried with delight, wondering where they would land. Anubis had hidden Isisâs amulets in some amazing â but dangerous â places and times. Theyâd found the last one in Ancient Greece, and before that theyâd travelled back to Viking times, medieval England and Ancient Rome. There were only two more amulets to find now, and Tom couldnât wait to see where the next one would be.
The three time travellers shot out of the tunnel and tumbled through warm air. They landed on fine white sand with a flump.
âOoooh,â Isis cooed. âLook!â She stretched out an arm and pointed to the horizon.
Tom squinted at her in the blinding sunlight. âWhat? Youâve got your normal body back?â he asked. âNo surprise there! That always happens when we travel through time.â
Isis shook her head. âNo, silly! Iâm talking about where we are.â She waved her arm around. âItâs gorgeous!â
It was true. They had landed on a perfect sandy beach in a deserted bay. Palm trees heavy with coconuts nodded in a light sea breeze. The blue sea lapped gently against the sand.
Sheâs right, Tom thought, chuckling to himself. This place isnât bad. Maybe Anubis has sent us on a tropical holiday.
Tom looked down at his linen shirt and baggy breeches. âLook! My trunks have gone!â he said.
Isis tugged at her clothes. âWhat are these ridiculous outfits, exactly?â she asked.
Tom felt the frill on his shirt. âNot sure,â he said, frowning. âI donât like the girly ruffles, though.â
Isis lay back on the warm sand with her arms behind her head. She looked at Tom with sparkling brown eyes that were lined with kohl. âThis sunshine is just like being back home in Egypt,â she said, sighing happily. âSo much nicer than cold and rainy old Britain. Never mind the Afterlife. Letâs just stay here! We can relax all day long and eat fresh fish and drink coconut milk!â
Cleo mewed in agreement before running off to chase crabs.
Tom leaped up. âNot a chance,â he said. âCome on! Letâs go exploring!â
After an hour of wandering in the hot sun, Isis didnât seem to be enjoying the heat any more.
âIâm thirsty,â she moaned, grabbing her throat. âYou have to find me some water.â
But as the three of them came out of a cove, Isis suddenly fell silent. Tom stared at the row of shop fronts and inns that lined the next bay along. They were all painted in pretty pastel colours. In the distance, people hurried along the promenade.
âI wonder what kind of place this is?â Isis said.
Tom gazed out to where large ships were anchored in the deeper water. Suddenly he spotted their flags, showing skulls, crossbones and cutlasses.
âPirates!â he gulped.
Isisâs eyes widened. âPirates?â she asked, raising an eyebrow. âWe had those back in my day.â
âIâm pretty sure weâre not in Ancient Egypt,â said Tom. He sheltered his eyes from the glare of the sun with his hand. âThose ships look like French or Dutch galleons,â he said. âIâve seen them in books and films.â
Tom was about to ask Isis if she had ever seen Pirates of the Caribbean, but he realised how silly that would sound to someone who had lived five thousand years ago.
âSo where are we?â Isis asked, as she scratched Cleo behind the ears.
âI think weâre in the eighteenth century,â Tom said. âPirates were a massive problem then. They were always attacking ships carrying things like gold.â
âGold?â Isis asked, wide-eyed.
âYou bet!â Tom said. âThe Caribbean Sea was where all the big pirate battles happened.â
âHow could anyone want to fight when theyâre living here?â Isis said, looking at the beautiful view.
âForget the scenery!â Tom said. âWe need to ask your scarab ring for some help if weâre going to find the fifth amulet.â
Isis nodded and stroked the magical golden scarab that sat on her finger. On it was a picture of the goddess Isis, whom Isis was named after. The ring had given Tom and Isis clues about where the first four amulets were hidden. âGoddess Isis,â Isis began. âPlease, please help us once more! Tell us where we can find the fifth amulet.â
Silvery words flew up out of the ring and hung in the air in a riddle. Tom read it out to Isis:
âTo seek this jewel, shining greeny-blue,
In a Spaniardâs chest of bullion,
First you must join the ragged crew,
As the Teacherâs lowly scullion.
His whiskers threaten like a thundercloud,
Heâs the high seasâ worst rapscallion,
But heâll help you pinch it from the crab,
Within sight of the red cross galleon.â
Isis sighed. âI havenât got a clue what any of that means,â she said. âI never do. Explain, Professor Smartypants!â
âWell, it mentions a Spaniard,â Tom said. âMost of the Caribbean islands were ruled by the Spanish. Not sure about the rest, but it sounds like weâve got to look for a man with a hairy, scary face! Maybe the red cross means weâll find him at a hospital.â
Tom, Isis and Cleo set off walking towards the busy harbour.
âWhatâs a ârapscallionâ?â Isis asked.