There was no wind and the sea
was like glass. Simon was confident with boats and before long they were
nearing the island. As they got close occasional noises shattered the
silence; eerie roars and savage growls similar to those you hear at a
zoo—only a thousand times louder and a zillion times scarier. Then,
softly at first, they heard the strangest noise of all—sweet singing.
Gradually the sound engulfed them. Although it remained soft and gentle
it somehow blotted out all other sounds—blotted out their thoughts. They
lost all fear of the creatures that awaited them on the island. They
lost all desire to go to Ghoga and save the world from Doctor X. Now
they had only one desire—to reach the source of the singing. Simon
turned the boat away from the shore and rowed up the coastline. A short
distance ahead a beautiful sea nymph sat on a rock playing a golden
harp. Her skin was azure blue and long sea-weed colored
hair flowed down her back in gentle waves. She smiled sweetly as she
watched them approach. Simon rowed faster. As her song was in Greek they
couldn’t understand the words but even if they had it would have made no
difference. They were spellbound—trapped by the nymph’s wondrous voice
as she sang her enchanting song . .
Come one by one,
Come to my seaweed wonderland.
My sea-horses will serve you,
A feast of oyster and caviar,
As you rest your weary heads,
On pillows made from turtle-shell.
And the cod will dance,
And the salmon will sing,
And you my dears will have everything.
Come to my seaweed wonderland,
Come, come, come to your graves.
still water an enormous head rose up. A green scaly head with a mouth so
big it could swallow fifty men in one go without the use of a knife and
fork. The children were so entranced by the song that they kept heading
towards it. Three gigantic bulging eyes watched them approach. Just a
few days earlier this fierce sea monster had been Melissa’s mild
mannered teacher, Miss Doogooder. Now she planned Melissa’s demise.