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How long does it take to catch an actual fish?

It's all about patience.

Being zen.

It can take all day. All day?

Don't worry. Once you get a nibble, that's when the action starts.

Eureka! Eureka! I lost treasure. New one finds them.

Let me get another bottle cap. Bottle cap!

He's definitely visited.

Good work, buddy. Soon you'll have enough for that necklace.

Um, I think I caught something.

Not too tight. Give it more slack.

Not that much slack.

Less. No, more. Less. No, more. Less. Make up your mind.

Head off.

Shock attack.

I'm going in after her.

And I'm going to let you.

You sure won't believe what I found. A kraken? Your dignity.

Because you kind of lost a flag through the air like that.

A message in a bottle.

It takes more than intuition to work the situation out.

It's right before your eyes. Can you feel it? It's right between the lines.

to reveal it. So look until you find it. All of these pieces put them together.

Now you see it's wrapped out in a series.

Whatever's inside is wrapped in some kind of canvas.

How do they get something that big inside of it? They either construct the

object inside it or they mould the bottle around it. It requires dedicated

and lateral thinking.

What are you, Riddle, wrapped in a mystery stuck in a bottle?

Definitely something metal.

Could be treasure.

Or more bottle caps.

Careful! Sometimes you've got to break a bottle to solve a mystery.

Do you think it's long -lost treasure?

A vintage phone?

Why would you put an old phone in a bottle?

They're bad at recycling.

We need to charge this.

Now, where do we find an ancient phone charger?

Is this where Sonny's old gadgets go to die?

You never know when something might come in handy.

What are the chances of finding a bottle with a phone in it? I'd say about one

in three million. Of course, it's all dependent on the title.

Rhetorical question, Ellis.

And we have a winner.

What are the chances?

Old

tech is

so slow.

Little known fact, phones weren't always mobile.

They used to have to be attached to a wall to work.

It's alive.

Here we go.

Home screen.

Oh, the OS is so primitive.

Go to settings, find out who it belonged to. Here's the phone number and message

bank.

You've reached Charlie.

Leave a message at the beep.

It's Uncle Charlie.

Amazing. You were yanked into the water while fishing.

And heard a message from her uncle. Yeah, that too. It's like Uncle Charlie

wanted me to find it. And he threw it in the ocean, trusting Destiny to deliver

it to you.

What are the odds?

Depending on the current. Elf.

What if there are clues about how he went missing on it?

What if it's not him?

You check his journal. There is nothing about this.

Charlie's a common name.

It was his voice.

What was the last text message he sent?

Doesn't make any sense.

Maybe it's a secret code protecting a life or death message.

Or weird old emojis.

Or the phone malfunctioned.

Actually, Lila might be right.

I knew it.

Wait, am I right? It might be a code, but how do we break it?

I've got an idea.

Nana is mad for collecting random old history books for tourists.

The longer they stay, the more they spend.

Not surprised.

Allied troops were stationed here during World War II.

Maybe it's one of their old codes?

Codes are letters and numbers. These are symbols.

Nana, they have to mean something.

trying to think.

Sorry, I'm musical.

I can't help it. No, wait, tap again.

Do you know what it is?

Well, it's code.

Docks and dashes usually communicate it as a sound.

I can't believe I missed it.

3 -2 -3 -0 -7 -8 -N -6 -4 -7 -5 -0 -5 -W. N is for north and W is for west.

Latitude and longitude.

Map coordinates.

That take us where?

Shipwreck Island.

Dead man's landing, more precisely.

Why do mysterious coordinates always bleed to places with terrifying names?

It's just a speck of rock.

One that's totally off limits, according to Nana.

Why? She says it's haunted by the ghosts of the pirates that die there. Pirates?

That'll just be another one of Jillian's fairy tales for tourists.

But if she told me she'd stay away... If Uncle Charlie wants me to go, I'm

going. Who's coming? To an off -limits rock on the basis of an ancient text

message plucked out of the sea?

Sure. Why not?

Will it be dangerous? Maybe.

Then try and stop me. What about the whole not being allowed ghost thing?

Sorry for the tourists.

It'll be an adventure. We can rent jet skis. Jet skis? Amen!

The noise of the jet skis will probably scare away the ghosts, right?

Right?

Just nobody tell Nana we're going. Nobody tell Nana we're going where?

Ellis? Shipwreck Island.

Ellis! Look, we're under pressure.

I totally get it if you ground us.

Misha mentioned you knew a lot about the history of that place.

We've spoken about this, Misha. You know my feelings.

The pirate thing's made up, right?

Please. You want to know?

Well.

Jacqueline Santacouche was an infamous local pirate.

Centuries ago, she terrorized this island.

Legend has it she threw her entire crew overboard over near Dead Man's Landing.

Let me guess.

Unhappy with the buffet selection?

So she could keep all the gold bullion she'd plundered from the islanders to

herself. Lost treasure.

Yes.

And it was never found.

Leaving Jacqueline's descendants hated for generations.

Hated for generations.

Now that is a woman of action.

I can see her throwing men overboard.

Ooh, the scum, that makes it a nice touch.

Why is the island off -limits?

Strange things happen there.

That island has its secrets, and it doesn't want to share them.

So it's not dangerous so much as... Haunted by lost souls of dead pirates

trapped for eternity?

How come you know so much about it?

I never told you this, but... Jacqueline was your great -great -great

-grandmother. She made our family outcasts for hundreds of years.

I'm related to a pirate.

Whoa! I can see the resemblance.

What's the saying?

People are trapped in history, and history's trapped in them.

Especially around here.

Excuse me.

If we go, we could solve mysteries about both our families.

I'm so in.

You know we're only here for a couple hours.

It pays to be prepared.

Sounds great.

For attracting ghosts.

Forget ghosts. Think.

Treasure. Right.

Gold bullion.

Gold bullion.

Go.

They're fine. They know it was Misha's relatives that threw them overboard, not

ours.

Death Man's Landing is this way, beyond that lighthouse.

Lighthouse is a good place to hide gold bullion.

Death Man's Landing first, then the lighthouse.

Follow me.

What is that?

Maybe the island's angry with us?

It's just... Themis?

If it's me, she won't have it! Just let the rest of us go!

If we're quick, maybe we can... Outrun it?

Bring it on! Don't provoke it! Guys, it's just fog. He's right.

Everyone, stay calm.

Do I have to? Okay, everyone except us. Thanks.

Why are we here? For island life.

Misha Ellis and I have been cut off from our friends by a fog that clearly wants

us to leave the island.

Well, we wouldn't have been cut off if Ellis had fallen into this cave. I was

looking for my whistle.

Nori and Taylor will be touching for us. Let's go to the lighthouse.

Not with that misty menace out there.

This cave goes in the right direction. There's tension between us.

Misha, who could be a millionaire after discovering she's related to a rich,

dead pirate.

And Ellis.

Torn between his desire for gold and natural cowardice. I prefer the term

sensible caution.

I found something!

Let me get it.

Bottle cap.

Better not be a bottle cap. What do you think it is? Treasure?

Pirate elephant?

Oh, bullion. Go, bullion.

Oh, treasure chest.

It's a diary.

Jacqueline Saint -Auguste.

Privateer.

It's my ancestors.

Wait till Taylor hears about this.

It's all cousin got, no?

Hopefully they found their way back on the path.

According to this, we're here.

Dead man's landing.

Myla!

Ellen! They knew this is where we were coming.

Here at the lighthouse.

You're right. Misha will get them here.

I'll take a look around.

See if I can find any dead men.

Or lost friends.

What are we looking for, Uncle Charlie?

Hey, Taylor!

Come check this!

Misha? I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but... Keep up!

So amazing.

Listen to this.

Had I been a man, they would have celebrated, not condemned me.

For how dare a mere female seek to be master of her own domain.

That must be why she threw her crew overboard.

She was annoyed.

Great. So the ghosts aren't just pirates.

They'll be angry pirates.

Is that the lighthouse?

Must be an underground entrance.

Hey, let's just be there. Looks pretty scary.

I'm the great -great -granddaughter of Jacqueline Saint -Auguste.

I'm not good.

I think you forgot a crate.

Shh.

Weird how the door was unlocked.

No one's been here for a while.

No one living, anyway.

This place is messier than the inside of Elephant's backpack.

You know, someone's home by the looks.

A long time ago.

What's that?

Misha's ancestor.

No way.

Jacqueline's thing to goosh.

Her crew don't seem scared of her.

Hey, pass me the backpack.

Shine your torch on the painting.

The canvas the phone was wrapped in.

It's a perfect fit.

Whoa. Your uncle must have been here and souvenired this.

But why?

Big fan of the artist.

Then why only take a piece?

We need to find the others. Let's go to the lighthouse.

Check the perimeter.

No ghost pirates here.

Poor lighthouse.

Must be so lonely.

Misha! You said you'd check.

Don't kill me, ghost pirate! I can be useful on your crew! Get your hands off

me, fall group! Holy, my sister!

Oh, hang on.

You found your way here.

Nice work.

You won't believe what we found. You won't believe what we found.

Jacqueline's house.

Jacqueline lived out here? In a hut. It was kind of cool.

We think she might have been trying to find her crew.

Her diary says she was a privateer.

Uncle Charlie must have come here to investigate, but not found the diary.

So he sent me.

By putting his phone in a bottle?

Must have been the only way he could get it to me.

Great job, everyone.

Misha's ancestors redeemed. Taylor solved a mystery. Now let's go.

It was just the wind.

It's no use.

We're trapped.

You're not budging. We're all going to die.

Let's try to be positive. We're all going to die.

Guys, nobody freak out, but I can't get a signal.

Me either.

Or me.

The fog's coming back.

Am I allowed to freak out now?

Quick, give me a sock. Don't touch my socks. They're hypoallergenic.

Take mine.

Now you later, fog.

Okay.

Lighthouses are just one big message sender, right?

So what if we fire up the light? That'll let people know we're here. This hasn't

been used in ages. I've never seen it working.

If we try our phones up there, we might get enough bars to text.

I'll go with you. But the phone! I'll go.

What an amazing view.

How's your phone reception?

Uh, Nori, is that... A mirage.

A trick of the life.

It's Jaclyn's ship.

It's been trapped by the fog this whole time.

It's like the fog's trying to control where we go and what we see.

Was that your phone?

No.

It's Uncle Charlie.

Someone's messaging him.

They're in for a surprise.

It's more coordinates.

To what?

Uncle

Charlie's

phone is gone.

We could search for... It's gone.

We'll never know what the message was.

The door.

It's opening.

By itself.

The fog's coming in to get us.

The fog's gone.

Maybe the lights scared it off.

Or it got what it wanted.

Or the wind blew it away.

What now?

I guess we go home.

All that time we thought Jacqueline was a terrible person.

People are trapped in history and history is trapped in them.

She was innocent.

She was a privateer, a good pirate.

She didn't steal the island's bullion or throw anyone overboard.

Thank you.

No gold bullion to inherit, though.

Alice was totally disappointed.

Found out the truth about my ancestor, at least.

Sorry we didn't get all the answers.

We will.

Someday.

Bye.

Bye.