I wanna kiss this book square on the mouth. " This is the most unadulterated fun I've had reading in quite some time. So to check if we have the book in-stock before you place your order, contact us at 6702 2452 or drop us an email at Level: 10-12 *Despite our best efforts to predict the demand for books, the magical spells we use sometimes fail us. Will Hilary find the treasure in time? Will she become a true pirate after all? And what will become of the gargoyle? To escape from a life of petticoats and politeness, Hilary answers a curious advertisement for a pirate crew and suddenly finds herself swept up in a seafaring adventure that may or may not involve a map without an X, a magical treasure that likely doesn’t exist, a rogue governess who insists on propriety, a crew of misfit scallywags, and the most treacherous-and unexpected-villain on the High Seas. But Hilary and her dearest friend, the gargoyle, have no use for such frivolous lessons-they are pirates! (Or very nearly.) Girls belong at Miss Pimm’s Finishing School for Delicate Ladies, learning to waltz, faint, and cursty.
There’s only one problem: The Very Nearly Honorable League of Pirates refuses to let any girl join their ranks of scourges and scallywags. She particularly enjoys defying authority, and she already owns a rather pointy sword. She can tie a knot faster than a fleet of sailors. She can tread water for thirty-seven minutes. Hilary Westfield has always dreamed of being a pirate. You will not tell silly tales and you will never be a pirate.”
“My dear,” he said, “let me be clear: You are a young lady. Admiral Westfield sucked in his breath and released it in a tremendous gust.
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