Tripp rushed to catch a ride on the back of a carriage traveling to the seashore. At the coastline fog was so thick only a flashing beam from a lighthouse could be seen, pointing ships away from the rocks like a compass of light just as the map described. Tripp rang the doorbell. Rusted hinges on the door creaked as it opened. An old sea cat named Curly glared down at the small mouse. Tripp showed Grandpa Great's map to Curly. The orange cat with no tail smiled as he remembered past adventures with his mouse captain friend.

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