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Story Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Flies Again

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  1. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 7

    Aug 31, 2004
    Love their determination and the song but [face_worried] ... Commander Lemmon is a jerkface! :eek:
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  2. pronker

    pronker Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Jan 28, 2007
    Good action writing and I'm looking forward to seeing how they survive and even thrive because Caractacus leads them. :)
  3. Blue_Aether

    Blue_Aether Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Oct 1, 2019
    Ngl, I kinda want to fight Lemmon
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  4. Blue_Aether

    Blue_Aether Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Oct 1, 2019
    but yess, it is very good so far :D
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  5. Emperor Ferus

    Emperor Ferus Chosen One star 7

    Jul 29, 2016
    Most of the schoolchildren travelled by foot, but a minority were dropped off from horse carriages. These were the children scorned for being sissies by the foot children. It was true that not many of their families could afford a horse carriage or a motorcar, but they still prided themselves on traveling to and from the schoolhouse without their mothers and fathers.

    “Truly, we can walk to school perfectly well,” Jeremy protested as he and Jemima sat in the backseat of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Truly drove the car down the countryside hill towards the fenced schoolhouse.

    “I don’t like the two of you walking to school with those bullies lurking about,” Truly replied, “and besides, there’s no shame in riding.”

    “But the other children tease us for it,” Jemima said, “They call us babies for being dropped off.”

    “If the other children have a problem, then that is not your responsibility,” Truly replied, “That’s their own fault. And besides, I could use your company at times like this.”

    The car pulled up to the fenced area in the green field where the schoolhouse was built. Children carrying their knapsacks turned around to gape at the shiny motorcar as it came to a halt on the road.

    “Now remember, keep your chins up and your eyes on target,” Truly reminded them.

    “Yes, Truly,” Jeremy and Jemima chorused as they climbed out of the car.

    “Good,” Truly replied, “Now, have a good day at school.”

    As she drove off in Chitty, the crowd of schoolchildren swarmed around Jeremy and Jemima.

    “Did your mummy forget to kiss the two of you?” one girl asked.

    “Shut up!” Jeremy snapped, “She’s not our mother.”

    A boy chimed in. “That’s right. Your daddy married her to get a share of her fortune.”

    Jeremy took a step forward, but Jemima stopped him and said, “Remember what Truly told us. Keep your chin up.”

    Jeremy complied, stepping away from the bullies and following his sister towards the schoolhouse.

    After the battle, the surviving naval ships sailed along the Atlantic Ocean back towards the River Thames.

    Admiral Fleming reviewed the men stationed on the deck of the HMS Golden Eye and said, “Our fleet was taken by surprise, but we succeeded in sinking the German submarines. They were lying in wait for us, but I declare this battle a victory. And now, let us mourn the loss of the good ship Confection.

    “Commander Lemmon!” barked the Admiral.

    Commander Lemmon stepped forward unassumingly from the ranks.

    “Yes, Admiral?” he asked innocently.

    “The casualty report for the men under your command.”

    Commander Lemmon assumed a sad, mournful expression.

    “I’m afraid my unit has suffered a few tragic losses,” Lemmon said, “Four of the crewmen of the Confection are presumed dead with the wreckage. Let us all mourn for the valiant Goldsmith, Cole, Robinson and Potts.”

    “Alas,” Admiral Fleming said with a grimace, “Great men. Caractacus Potts gave us considerable firepower with the brilliant weapons of his design. And now, a moment of silence for the fallen.”

    Lemmon appeared as sad as the rest of the men as they stood quietly in tribute to the seamen missing in action. Surely they had drowned under the waves, lost along with the battleship they had helped operate and that Caractacus had supplied with advanced artillery power.

    “Let us sail home to our glorious mother England, and plan to avenge our losses,” Fleming said, “As you were, gentlemen.”

    As the men disassembled and returned to their positions, Commander Lemmon followed the fleeing Admiral.

    “Excuse me, Admiral Fleming, a moment of your time?”

    “What is it, Commander?” Fleming asked.

    “You must know how terribly I grieve for dear Caractacus Potts,” Lemmon said. “He contributed more than perhaps any other to the strength of our fleet. However, dare I say it, I believe there may be a silver lining to this tremendous loss.”

    “Whatever do you mean, Lemmon?” Admiral Fleming asked sharply.

    “Before he died, Potts told me of a fantastic motorcar crafted by his own hand,” Lemmon told his commanding officer, “He said that the car can even fly.”

    “A flying motorcar?” Fleming asked, “I’ve never heard such nonsense in my life.”

    “With permission to speak freely, sir, this is Caractacus Potts we are talking about,” Lemmon argued. “If he can make man fly, who is to say he cannot make machine fly also?”

    Fleming considered this. “Even so, it would be immoral for the military to seize his private property.”

    “With respect, Admiral, I believe a flying machine such as this could be molded into a valuable war asset,” Lemmon added, “Think of the glory bestowed upon us by the crown if we could use this car to win the war.”

    “I think not!” Fleming snapped, “The estate of Mister Potts deserves more respect. Lord Scrumptious always spoke highly of him, and he does not deserve to have his assets stolen without proper authorization. I want to hear nothing more of this flying car, do you understand, Commander?”

    Lemmon flinched at the harsh rebuke, concealing a scowl. “I understand, Admiral.”


    Once Fleming was out of earshot, Lemmon grumbled, “I will get my hands on that car, and I will do whatever it takes!”

    On the deserted island, the men walked along the trails, collecting fruit from the trees.

    “I don’t see how we can possible escape this island,” Cole complained, “We have no means of communication.”

    Goldsmith chimed in. “This is hopeless. We’re going to die here and never see our families again.”

    “My wife is going to think I’m dead,” Robinson added.

    “The poor children,” Cole said glumly.

    “Potts, can you think of a way out of this one?” asked Robinson.

    Caractacus looked around.
    “Now men, the solution may not be immediately upon us, but we can’t stop looking.”

    “We’re completely in the wild!” Goldsmith exclaimed, “We’re lucky we haven’t come across an animal that wants us for his dinner!”

    “We won’t be here that late,” Caractacus said, “I promise you.”

    “What makes you so certain?”

    Caractacus pushed past a cluster of fern leaves to reveal a clearing full of bamboo sticks.

    “There’s no need to worry, there’s no need to fear,” he said. “For everything we need, we can find right here.”

    “What the devil are you talking about?” Cole asked.

    Caractacus raced towards the grove of bamboo sticks and grabbed onto a sturdy one, swinging around it in a circle like a young boy.

    “He’s going mad,” Goldsmith whispered.

    Everything you need is right ashore, your stick, your boat, your oar,
    You can discover endless possibilities like you never knew before,
    Just follow me, and I’ll show you, what you can do with a stick of bamboo.

    The men gaped in confusion as Caractacus plucked the bamboo from the sand and grabbed a second stick. He carried the bamboo back into the jungle and gestured for the men to follow.

    All I need is some old bamboo to do the job with ease
    Yes all I need is a stick of bamboo, and some good old bamboo leaves
    Some good bamboo, fresh from the land, will really do the trick,
    All I need is some old bamboo to get just the right kick

    Setting the bamboo on the sand, Caractacus marched back into the jungle for some more bamboo. Grabbing two more sticks, he said to the three bewildered seamen, “Come on, give me a hand.”

    Beginning to see where Caractacus was going with this, the men picked up some bamboo and followed him back to the beach, dropping the apples and peaches they had collected.

    Leading the men, Caractacus hopped over a log and clicked his feet together as he danced with the bamboo sticks.

    Yes sir, some good and strong bamboo will take me over the water,
    To launch and set sail,
    Under sunshine and hail,
    Back to my son and daughter,
    Trust me and with a stick of bamboo,
    You can do whatever you put your mind to.

    Eagerly, all the men joined Caractacus in song as they raced back and forth to collect as much bamboo as they could carry.

    All I need is some old bamboo to do the job with ease
    Yes all I need is a stick of bamboo, and some good old bamboo leaves
    Some good bamboo, fresh from the land, will really do the trick,
    All I need is some old bamboo to get just the right kick.

    Goldsmith: We could build a grand boat, and set it afloat

    Cole: Let our minds and the earth be the tools

    Robinson: Yes this bundle of bamboo has my vote,

    Caractacus: And the vote of a wise man and fool.

    All the men sang together as they constructed their boat, complete with a mast, a large leafy sail , bamboo oars, and vines wrapped around to secure the bamboo in place.

    All I need is some old bamboo to do the job with ease
    Yes all I need is a stick of bamboo, and some good old bamboo leaves
    Some good bamboo, fresh from the land, will really do the trick,
    All I need is some old bamboo to get just the right kick.

    Twirling on spare pieces of bamboo, the men danced triumphantly around their grand creation, excited to set sail and return home.

    Some good bamboo, fresh from the land, will really do the trick,
    All I need is some old bamboo to get just the right kick.

    All I need is some old bamboo to do the job with ease
    Yes all I need is a stick of bamboo, and some good old bamboo leaves
    Some good bamboo, fresh from the land, will really do the trick,
    All I need is some old bamboo to get just the right kick.
  6. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 7

    Aug 31, 2004
    Caracticus always has a plan and so does Lemmon but I'm glad he was told off about the flying car
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  7. pronker

    pronker Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Jan 28, 2007
    I liked how Truly encouraged the children to be strong.
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  8. Emperor Ferus

    Emperor Ferus Chosen One star 7

    Jul 29, 2016

    I honestly feel like I've made her the main character just as much as Caractacus if not more.
  9. Emperor Ferus

    Emperor Ferus Chosen One star 7

    Jul 29, 2016
    The sign in front of the Scrumptious candy factory reading "Scrumptious Sweet Co." now also had the words "Original Home of Toot Sweets" written on it.

    Inside her office, Lady Truly Potts tried her best to concentrate on the paperwork in front of her while Edison rested at the foot of her desk.

    "Tasting time, my lady," the mustachioed chef said as he stuck his head through the door.

    Truly solemnly rose from her seat and stepped through the long, barren, rectangular office room into the work floor.

    A factory worker stood in front of each metal cauldron that contained a liquid of a different color.

    Truly started with a cauldron containing a mix the color of the white and yellow tablecloth Caractacus had back home. "This could use a bit more honey," she said after placing the ladle to her mouth and sipping the liquid mixture.

    "My lady," the bespectacled secretary Philip said as he entered, "A visitor has arrived."

    "Who is it?" Truly asked, hoping it wasn't any of her old friends from the social circles she'd grown up in.

    "A Captain Rogers from the navy," Philip replied, "He says that Commander Lemmon sent him to give you some news."

    Truly's heart went tight in her stomach and her face turned the color of her white dress.

    "Br-bring him in," she stammered. The workers were glancing curiously at her. A few appeared sympathetic as Truly began to breathe heavily with terror. There ould only be one reason why Caractacus's commanding officer would send someone to see her with news...

    The young captain entered, dressed in full uniform and wearing a sorrowful expression on his face. With a respectful bow, Captain Rogers said with a hesitant pause, "Lady Potts, I have news from Commander Lemmon about your husband."

    "Yes?" Truly asked, her eyes watering with tears.

    Captain Rogers looked into the eyes of the terrified woman and decided that he couldn't bear to crush her hopes, even if he had to lie to her.

    "Your husband...he got separated from the others during the battle," Rogers said nervously, coming up with the lie on the spot. "The commander has sent a search party to retrieve him. He's probably on his way back by now."

    Truly took several deep breaths, regaining her composure. She felt embarrassed at her emotional reaction, but also scared. The young captain had a guilty look in his eye, as if he wasn't telling the full story.

    "Is... is that all?" Truly asked.

    The captain hesitated and fumbled nervously, looking down at his boots.

    "Y-yes, my lady."

    "Very well then," Truly replied. She turned away from the visitor and took the ladle from the next candy mixture, preparing to taste the concoction. The silent tears from her eyes landed in the green liquid as she put it to her lips.

    A large manor rested on top of a hill. Unlike the countryside where the Scrumptious mansion was built, this fancy home was constructed within a field of dead brown weeds and hollow trees with no vegetation on them. Dark, stormy clouds hovered over the mansion, which had a large, gated area in the back with a fence built so high that nobody could see what was enclosed within it.

    Lady Ginger Baker's colorful dress was sharply contrasted with the drab colors of the decaying garden plants and grass as she exited the home she shared with her husband.

    Ginger watched as a sleek, silver motorcar came driving through the gate that stood between her mansion and the dirt road leading up the hill slope. The car's headlights flashed through the ominous fog. A military chauffeur drove the motorcar while the uniformed Commander Lemmon sat in the passenger seat, recognizable from a distance by his tall blue cap.

    Ginger approached the car as it came to a halt. Commander Lemmon climbed out and bowed. "Lady Baker, I trust you are well."

    "I am, thank you, Commander," Ginger said with a smile, "I take it you are here to see my husband?"

    "That is correct," replied Lemmon with a sinister grin, "I have a business deal with him of sorts. I believe you are acquainted with your husband's greatest business rival, inventor Caractacus Potts?"

    "I would hardly call Potts a rival to my husband," Ginger scoffed, "My husband is a titan in the steel industry while Potts is just a crazy old fool who got lucky with a bit of dog candy."

    "Nevertheless, I'm sure you know of his Lordship's unofficial profession outside the steel industry? Selling weapons to our armed forces?"

    "Why yes," Ginger replied.

    "Then he'll be pleased to know that the only man who has given more to the military than himself, Caractacus Potts, has been eliminated."

    Ginger gaped at him in shock. "You mean Caractacus Potts is dead? Truly must be devastated." Ginger's voice of sympathy turned into a matter-of-fact tone in an instant. "Still, perhaps now she will come to her senses and find a husband more suitable to a woman of her class. Old Potts never understood her and the life she was raised to live. That we were all raised to live."

    "And he has left a flying motorcar," Lemmon added, not having heard anything Ginger had said, "This car will make the three of us very rich."

    "Ah, here comes his Lordship," Ginger said as a shadow was cast upon the dead, decaying lawn.

    The handsomely dressed Lord Cruncher suddenly drove his black motorcar onto the grass, coming to a violent stop with a loud screech.

    Lemmon and Ginger coughed on the smoke emitted from the car's engine as Lord Cruncher emerged. He was a young man, but very experienced in the business world. He glared at his guest with a sinister look in his eye.

    "Commander Lemmon, what brings you to my home?" Lord Cruncher asked.

    "It's about our deal, Lord Cruncher," Lemmon replied, "You see, my Lordship, Potts has been killed in battle. The flying motorcar in his possession will bring us a great deal of wealth and glory."

    "Tell me more," Cruncher said, intrigued. He turned to his wife Ginger. "Fetch us some tea, will you, my little coochi face?" he asked in a cold, dismissive tone.

    "Of course, pumpkin," Ginger replied sweetly, disappearing through the porch that led into their home, where two armed private security guards stood.

    "So tell me about this car," Cruncher said, draping an arm around Commander Lemmon's shoulders in a conspiratory manner.

    "The military has nothing like it," Lemmon replied, "Admiral Fleming will have nothing to do with the idea, so if my men and I get our hands on his car for you, imagine what we could do with it, given the weapons already at your disposal."

    "How will you obtain the car?" Cruncher asked skeptically.

    "With seamen under my command, in the name of the Royal Navy and His Majesty," Lemmon said, "I should have no problem seizing old Chitty." Lemmon began to march along the field in the style of a military drill as he beckoned for Lord Cruncher to follow.

    Imagine a hundred motorcars like the one before your eyes,
    armed with guns and cannons and ready to take the skies,

    With the invention of Potts in your hands,
    the a fleet of flying cars under your command,

    The sheer might and power, and respect they will demand.

    The men above who once looked the other way,
    will finally give the respect that we deserve,

    and our unmatched power will come and save the day,
    and our glorious country we will serve!

    "I like where your head is at, Commander," Cruncher said. He joined in the song, parading behind Lemmon through the field.

    With an unprecedented stock in my possession,
    then everyone in charge will be forced to make the confession

    That they could not have won without the help of me,
    and I will be supreme, undefeated, seizng every monopoly

    No weak weasel could ever bring me down,
    with all my armed power I may as well just take the crown!

    The two men began to dance with devious glee in the lawn, singing together now.

    With all the might and power resting in our hands,
    We'll have the whole army under our command,

    Everyone else will be forced to change their attitude,
    and the entire nation will owe us their gratitude,

    Lemmon sang the next verse alone.

    Great war heroes like nobody knew before,
    anyone who dares oppose will be crushed into the floor,

    Then Cruncher:

    All the companies in the land will be forced to sell their lot,
    and at last we will achieve domination, over the entire nation
    whether they like it or not!

    At that moment, Lady Ginger Baker came back down the porch step with a tray in her hands containing two cups of hot tea.

    "The tea you requested, my dear."

    "Thank you, thank you," Cruncher said indifferently, taking the tea cups and handing one to Lemmon.

    The two men quickly inhaled the hot tea before resuming their song. Ginger looked on in confusion as Cruncher and Lemmon continued dancing and singing.

    The sheer might and power,
    the motorcar will supply,
    one we seize the great invention,
    and let it multiply,
    one the machines of war can fly,
    with the armed weapons of the war...
    then we will achieve a glory like no man has before!


    The two men set their tea cups back on the tray in Ginger's hands.

    "Now why don't you come in for some lunch?" Lord Cruncher asked in a very polite and casual voice.

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  10. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 7

    Aug 31, 2004
    Sad for Truly getting the news :eek: as Lemmon's plans seem to progress.
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  11. pronker

    pronker Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Jan 28, 2007
    Ginger seems not to have much, er, ginger to stand up to her husband. Truly is certainly made of strong stuff to withstand news like that!
  12. Emperor Ferus

    Emperor Ferus Chosen One star 7

    Jul 29, 2016

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  13. Emperor Ferus

    Emperor Ferus Chosen One star 7

    Jul 29, 2016
    Thanks for the feedback here and elsewhere since I started with fanfic.

    You seemed like a valuable member of the fanfiction community.

    When you had criticisms for my writing, I always enjoyed the humorous ways you expressed them.

    The Force will be with you, always.
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  14. Emperor Ferus

    Emperor Ferus Chosen One star 7

    Jul 29, 2016
    About this story, I will resume it once I finish Episode VII: The Bloodline Heir (working on it now).

    I have this story planned out to the end. I may later write a Chitty Citty Bang Bang 3.
    I’m not done with that old motorcar just yet. Neither is Commander Lemmon or the Potts family.
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  15. Emperor Ferus

    Emperor Ferus Chosen One star 7

    Jul 29, 2016
    As the other children began the trudge home through the mud or climbed into the few horse carriages and motorcars in front of the fenced schoolhouse, Jeremy and Jemima waited as Truly's shiny vehicle made its way through the dirt road.

    Immediately, Jemima could tell something wasn't quite right.

    "What's the matter, Truly?" she asked as Truly pulled the car to a stop.

    Truly hesitated. What was she going to tell the children?

    "Get in," she replied in as normal of a voice as she could manage. Jeremy and Jemima could nonetheless detect something deeper within Truly.

    She drove along, barely able to look at the lush green of the vegetation around the road or the colorful flowers that bloomed within the grass.

    "Truly?" Jeremy asked, "Are you all right?"

    "Never mind that now," Truly replied, not taking her eyes off the road in front of her.

    The two siblings looked at one another in awe, surprised at the way Truly had spoken. She had never taken such a tone with them, no matter what the circumstances were. Something was very wrong indeed.

    The children remained quiet as Truly's car reached the gate that led into their property. Edison the dog was waiting with excitement on the large field of grass surrounding the house, but he quickly fell subdued upon seeing Truly's heartbroken face and the children's somber expressions.

    The territory around the Potts manor seemed less lively than normal. The fountain was running no water. and there was not a butterfly, insect or bird in sight. The trees were casting long shadows as Truly brought the car to a halt inside the garage.

    She looked around sadly at all of Caractacus's inventions left on the shelves. His machine built for serving breakfast, lunch and dinner, his motion picture player, all of them sitting abandoned and forgotten.

    "Go inside the house," Truly commanded.

    "Yes, Truly," the children said before obeying. They hurried away as Truly took a long minute to compose herself. If Caractacus had indeed died in the war, she had no idea what she would do. She wouldn't hesitate to continue raising the two children that had become her own, but the idea of remarriage was impossible. She had loved nobody like Caractacus, even after the various suitors over the years with far greater wealth.

    Finally, Truly made her way towards the front door, where Grandpa Potts was returning from his daily travels.

    "I'm back from the Belgian trenches," he announced cheerily, before seeing Truly's crushed expression. "Say, Truly," he asked in an unusually soft tone, "What seems to be the matter?"

    "Come inside," Truly said gently to her father-in-law. Edison hurried after them and slipped inside before Truly shut the red coated double doors.

    Once the two of them were in the parlor, Truly gulped before speaking. "I've received terrible news from the navy. They say Caractacus is missing and I believe he has been killed."

    Grandpa Potts widened his eyes and stared hard at Truly. Truly's lip quivered as she waited for his reaction. But the older man waved his hand dismissively and said, "Nonsense. I don't believe it."

    "He's on a boat in the sea," Truly reasoned, "If they cannot find him, I don't see what else could have happened."

    "My boy is not dead," Grandpa replied stubbornly, "He's alive and well. I just know it."

    Truly realized that it would be impossible to get her father-in-law to accept the death of his son. Quietly, she said, "I must tell the children."

    Making her way to the winding staircase, Truly called, "Jeremy! Jemima! Get down quickly. There is something I must tell you."

    The two children hurried downstairs, anxious to know what was bothering Truly.

    "What is it?" asked Jeremy.

    "There's something you must know. It's about your father."

    Both children gasped loudly, not daring to imagine what Truly could be thinking. "What?"

    "He's gone missing in battle," Truly told them, instinctively drawing them to her with an arm around each of them.

    "Missing?" asked Jemima, "Is he still..." she paused, unable to finish the sentence. Both children looked at each other with great fear and alarm.

    "I promise you both that your daddy is alive and on his way home," Grandpa said, "I know my Caractacus better than anyone, and I can assure you he is not dead."

    Truly closed her eyes, trying to retain her patience. She didn't want any false hope for herself or her children, but she also knew that assuming the worst would be just as bad.

    "We don't know anything yet," she said, "I will keep an eye open for any news."

    Jemima spoke up, her voice wavering. "I don't want Daddy to die," she said, sounding very much younger than her age.

    "How awful," Jeremy added, with none of the bravado he had had at school

    Truly wrapped them both tightly in her arms, leading them upstairs as Grandpa followed.

    She began to sing in a slow, soft voice.

    Don't cry, my little darlings, don't let your sorrows keep you down,
    For with every trouble, there is a bubble,
    to lift you out of the water, and you will never drown,
    I will be here to protect you, and keep you safe from harm,
    Don't cry, my dear children, rest under my arm.

    She guided them both into the bedroom she shared with Caractacus and laid them both on the white sheets of their canopy bed.

    Their black-and-white wedding portrait was posted next to their bed, as well as one of the whole family, dressed up and smiling.

    Truly continued to sing as she sat between the two children, caressing their hair with love.

    Whatever lies ahead, whatever the world will bring,
    Just lie in the nice, warm bed, and listen to me sing,
    Don't cry, my dears, just stay close to me,
    and embrace the comfort of family.

    Grandpa Potts now sat on the bed beside Truly and joined her with a verse of his own

    Tomorrow will be another day, and there is always hope,
    I will always be here, and you can have my rope
    To hold onto to keep you from sinking,
    Protect you from the troubles you are thinking.

    As Jeremy and Jemima rested their heads against Truly, she and Grandpa sang together now,

    Don't cry, my darlings, just rest your heads,
    Take comfort in your loving bed,
    We will be here to comfort you always,
    And we promise there will be better days.

    The two children were now asleep.

    Truly moved them so that their heads rested on the soft, giant pillows.

    Finally, she began to sob. Grandpa Potts wrapped Truly in a comforting embrace and patted her on the back as she cried.

    The bamboo raft drifted along the North Sea.

    "I say, we should be past the halfway point to the Thames by now," Robinson remarked, gazing at his compass.

    "We'll be back on dry land in no time," Caractacus promised.

    "We cannot deny, Potts, your spirits are responsible for getting us this far," Cole said, "You're one of the good ones."

    "I'll put in a good word for you all with the Admiral," Potts replied, "You three gentlemen have been just as much help to me, if not more." He could envision his wife Truly and the children, waiting for him at home. How he couldn't wait to be back to them, watching them run to him with joy.

    "Hold on a second," Goldsmith said, pointing up at the sky. The men looked up to find the white clouds quickly expanding as they turned dark grey. The wind began to pick up speed as well as the tidal waves guiding the raft along.

    "Looks like trouble!" Caractacus said, swinging his bamboo oars through the water as he struggled to keep them from floating out of his hands.

    Lightning flashed in the sky as the sky turned dark. Rain began pouring as a large wave nearly knocked the raft onto its side.

    "Now we're done for!" Cole exclaimed as he was knocked against the bamboo of their boat, grabbing onto it to keep himself from being pulled by the tide.

    Wave after wave attacked the boat as the rain poured and the thunder clapped.

    Caractacus grew worried once again as he reached for the oar that was being pulled away from him.
    "I'm sorry, men," he said as the rain filled his hair, "This is all my fault, I'm afraid. I led us into this mess."

    "I never got to tell my wife I loved her," Goldsmith lamented. He grabbed onto the fragile mast as the rapid waves began to pour into the raft along with the rain. The sticks of bamboo were beginning to break below the four men.

    "You still can!" Caractacus said.

    "It's over now!" Cole shouted, "Instead of the Germans, we're being destroyed by Mother Nature herself!" A large hole tore in the floor below them as a large wave struck the raft, breaking the relatively fragile structure.

    All four men were knocked over as the raft was caught in a stormy wave, two men grabbing onto each side of the raft to keep it level as they kicked their legs in the water.

    "We're sinking!" Robinson cried as his neck went below water, the weight of the men dragging the boat down with them.

    "Let go!" Caractacus yelled, bobbing below water before pulling his head up.

    "He's gone mad!" Cole exclaimed as he tried to climb back into the leaking boat.

    "Look!" Goldsmith shouted, "We're saved."

    Caractacus managed to swim back up as a wave pushed him sideways.

    A large ship was sailing through the storm towards the four struggling men. The black and golden pirate ship shined through the darkness of the storm as it made its way towards them.

    "I know that boat," Caractacus managed to say as he grabbed a cluster of floating bamboo sticks, "It belongs to Baron Bomburst and his pirates."

    But there was no Baron or pirate crew aboard.

    Instead, dozens of male and female children worked below deck, rowing as fast as they could towards the British naval sailors.

    Above them, the boy captain shouted, "Hurry!"

    Caractacus looked up at the approaching ship, recognizing the Vulgarian flag.

    "I can't believe it," he said to the other men, "The Vulgarians have found us."

    "Get the rope ready!" one of the children.

    "Are those children in that boat?" asked Cole in disbelief, treading water with all his might despite the strength of the waves.

    "They're here to rescue us," Caractacus replied as the children extended a strong rope down into the water.

    "Pull anchor!" a girl above shouted.

    The anchor came down as Caractacus reached with all of his might for the rope.

    "Come on, men," he said as he grabbed hold.

    The three other navy men managed to grip the rope as well, which was being controlled by the strength of ten Bulgarian children. As they held on for dear life, the men began to climb onto the ship's hull, making their way to safety out of the stormy water.
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