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camp. It was gone in a second.
    â€œWooooooo!” said the first man, laughing. “Maybe that was your ghost!”
    â€œShut up, both of you!” grunted a heavy bald guy in scuba gear. “Here comes the Boss!”
    Suddenly, they all started hustling around. The Boss was walking up the beach.
    I expected a big ugly guy with a scar on his face.
    I was wrong. The Boss wasn’t big. The Boss wasn’t ugly. And the Boss wasn’t a guy!
    The Boss was a woman. She looked like a TV actress, with lots of big blond hair. She wore black scuba gear with red stripes up the sides.
    â€œGet to work, you bums!” she growled. “This whole place goes up in an hour!”
    â€œGoes up?” Zeek whispered. “What does she mean goes up ?”
    I shrugged my branches.
    The Boss pulled something from a little pack she had. “I’ll find more of these if I have to blast that wreck to smithereens!”
    Then she tossed the thing onto a crate. It spun there for a second then flattened. I squinted through my leaves.
    â€œGOLD! Zeek! Look! A gold coin! I knew it! I told you there was treasure!”
    Suddenly, things got very quiet. Everyone looked over at where I was standing.
    â€œHey!” shouted the bald guy. “Did that tree say something?”
    Zeek tore off into the bushes.
    â€œIt’s the ghost!” Mustache cried.
    But the silver-haired guy knew better. Before I could move an inch, he had leaped over the campfire and grabbed me.
    Suddenly, some kind of big round nut dropped from the tree.
    Bonk!
    The guy stopped pulling. He smiled at me. Then his eyes closed. And he fell backward.
    â€œWay to go, Zeekman!” I yelled out.
    I was about to dash into the jungle when I heard the leaves rustling above me. I looked up.
    Bonk!
    The last thing I heard was Zeek saying something like “Sorry, Noodle!”
    Then everything went dark.



SEVEN
    When I woke up, there was a plate of steaming, hot waffles in front of me. My favorite food! I could smell the butter melting.
    Someone was pouring syrup on the waffles and handing me a fork.
    Only I couldn’t move my hands. I tugged and tugged but I couldn’t get at those waffles.
    That’s when I really woke up.
    The waffles disappeared right away. And the smell wasn’t butter, but something stinky burning on the campfire.
    I couldn’t move my hands because they were tied. My head hurt, too. And boy, was I hungry!
    But first things first.
    I looked around. Zeek wasn’t anywhere. But everybody else was. Maybe they would just take their gold and go.
    That’s when the Boss said something that sent chills up my spine.
    â€œNo more little blasts, you guys. I want another five hundred pounds of dynamite in that wreck. Let’s blow that old hulk out of the water now!”
    â€œBut …” the mustache guy said. “Five hundred pounds? That will make a blast so big … it’ll cause a tidal wave!”
    So that’s it! Suddenly all the pieces fit.
    The big Golden Crest waves were caused by underwater explosions. But they’d be like bathtub splashes next to the blast she was talking about.
    â€œSo what!” the Boss snapped back. “Ka-boom! One little town on the coast gets washed away. Who cares?”
    I couldn’t take it. “I care, lady!” I shouted at her. “And Zeek cares too! Gold doesn’t mean anything when people’s lives are at stake!”
    I tried to wiggle free, but the knots were tight.
    â€œShut up, small fry,” the Boss growled at me. “Or your next word will be your last.” Then she tossed a nasty looking black dart gun over to Mustache. It was the kind divers use to protect themselves from sharks. “Shoot him with a stun dart if he tries anything funny.”
    The Boss walked over to the boat with the other two men. That left Mustache keeping his eye on me.
    This little adventure had just turned serious.
    Then I got an