Jemma Hatt

“afraid that is quite out of the question,” Mrs Jacobs said. “I’ll need to be out of the country for several weeks, and you’re too young to look after yourselves. How would you like to go to the Carl Kristie Kids’ Camp?” “They were fully booked months ago, Mum,” said Lara, “Daisy couldn’t get in this year either. Rufus is banned from going back anyway, remember?” “Oh yes,” said Mrs Jacobs, frowning as she recollected the call she received from Carl Kristie himself two summers ago to say that Rufus had stolen a rowing boat, pretending to commandeer a pirate ship. He had drifted far out into the lake, without any oars. All activities had to be stopped until two camp counsellors could drive out in a speedboat to bring him back to the shore. Even after Mrs Jacobs had driven him back to his grandparents’ house, Rufus had talked in a pirate accent for several days. “Ahoy me mateys!” cried Rufus, suddenly struck by the same memory. Lara put her head in her hands. “Well, plan B it is then,” said Mrs Jacobs. “You’ll be going to your great-uncle Herb’s.”
― Jemma Hatt, The Adventurers and the Cursed Castle