10 year old Captain Ginger was raised in a clock shop. He isn't exactly sure who his parents are, but is determined to find them with his mysterious family heirloom that he calls a coat and the help of his friends.
“Ok I'm gonna push it!” Said Ginger. “Yep, I am going to do it now!” Ginger closed his eyes and pushed the star. The dragon wing sails rose up, and so did the coat. “Hey, wow! There's also a gas pedal and another pedal that-” Ginger pushed the gas pedal. The coat shot forward. He pushed the other one. The coat came to a halt. “-Stops it.” Ginger pushed the gas pedal, and used the steering wheel to steer the coat in the right direction.
“Woah!” Kile shouted.
“You know, I could really use a telescope like right here, so then I could look at-” Ginger started.
“Yep,” Tommy interrupted.
“Ugh,” Quintus said. Grrrruuuurrrgle! “That was me belly. Got any food?”
“I do! I've got some roasted salted crickets, muffin tops, venison jerky, and mini pies!” Said Tommy, pulling things one by one out of his backpack.
“OOOO! Io want pizza poie!” Said Quintus.
“Umm… I meant dessert pies,” Said Tommy, biting into a pumpkin-choc-chip muffin top.
“Oh, then how about me second fave, blueberry pie?” Quintus asked.
“I have it!” Tommy exclaimed, pulling a pie out of his bag.
“Can I have your jerky, please?” Kile asked.
“Ooh I'd like those crickets!” Said Captain Ginger.
“Yes and yes.” Tommy replied. He handed a baggie of venison jerky to Kile and threw his pack of roasted salted cricket snacks to Ginger. Everybody ate for a while.
As Captain Ginger drove the coat, he saw the beautiful white castle get closer and closer, and he started to wonder if his family really did live there, and why he wasn't with them.
Suddenly, a bunch of wind picked up and Tommy hollered, “SANDSTORM!” And he was right. Sand whipped up and around and the coat swerved with the wind. Tommy threw Ginger his goggles to see, but the goggles disappeared in the cloud of sand. Ginger noticed the star at the bow of the coat, though, and used its light and odd durability against the sand to find his compass and steer the wheel in the right direction. Ginger pressed on the gas, and very soon the sandstorm was out of sight and he was closer to the castle, which seemed to be just out of reach.
