Quickly Commander Snowglobe handed out jobs for everyone aboard the ship. “Tom,” he spoke in a hurry, “you help my son, Shaker, handle all the ropes, riggings and sails.” Tom the handyman nodded in agreement.
“Baff,” the Commander turned to the big tailed beaver. “How about if you go below and do the cooking. Fix snacks for all of us throughout the trip, won’t you?” Baff gave the Commander a salute and scurried through a nearby door and vanished below the ship’s deck.
“Jo-Jo, you’re dressed for the situation, why don’t you be our lookout.” He pointed up one of the masts as he spoke.
“Aye-Aye sir,” shouted back the snow gopher as he scampered up the nearest mast.
“What about me, Commander?” It was Mr. Jingeling who asked the question. “What can I do?”
“Nothing,” stated Snowglobe. “You’ve got to rest up so as to be ready when we finally find that magic door.”
The Keeper of the Keys nodded in agreement and spent the next hour or so walking back and forth across the ship’s deck, shouting out encouragement to his friends as they went about the business of running the ship.
About an hour later, Jo-Jo looked through his telescope and thought he saw a low floating cloud, barely skimming above the tops of the waves. He blinked once and the cloud vanished. Then a moment later the cloud appeared again. He quickly shouted down to the Commander to get his attention.
“What can I do for you Jo-Jo?” replied Snowglobe.
“I’m seeing a diving cloud, over and over.” The snow gopher seemed puzzled.
The Commander instantly turned in the direction that Jo-Jo was pointing and saw the dark cloud, diving then rising from the water and instantly knew what was happening.
“That’s not a cloud, Jo-Jo,” began the skipper of the ship, “that’s a giant school of flying fish!”
No sooner had the Commander spoken the words than the flying fish caught up with the ship and began hurling their bodies against the sides of the glass bubble. The school hit with such force that even inside the glass globe, the ship began to rock back and forth.
Steering the ship, Snowglobe’s son, Shaker, shouted at the top of his voice. “Father, a little more of this and the ship will start tearing itself apart and for certain the glass globe will shatter!”
“I know son, I know.” The Commander motioned with his arms for everyone to hold on to something solid, either a mast or a railing, so as not to fall down and injure them selves.
But even as Mr. Jingeling tied himself to the railing with some nearby rope, he saw the faces of one of the flying fish that was smashing against the glass. The Master of the Locks thought for sure that the nearest airborne sea creature was making a mean face at him.