Commander Snowglobe and Mr. Jingeling talked to Albert for several minutes, both thanking him for his help, but also asking advice on the next course of action.

“I think if we just keep at it, while I fly on ahead, helping Jo-Jo with his lookout duties, we’ll be fine.” Albert smiled a great big smile as he finished speaking.

“That’s very generous of you, Mr. Ross.” Jingeling shook the sea gull’s wing in gratitude.

With a nod of his head, Albert flew through one of the wind holes in the giant snow globe and flew on ahead, motioning to Jo-Jo, high up in the crow’s nest, to keep looking for him.

This course of action continued for a whole day before Jo-Jo shouted out, “Land Ho!” And within minutes Albert flew back to the ship and confirmed what Jo-Jo had seen.

“We’ll all have to get out and start walking shortly,” stated Albert. “We’re close, but still have a ways to go from here.

“Nothing wrong with that,” began Jo-Jo, who had just climbed down from his perch high atop the lookout mast, “these golashes of mine were made to walk in the snow.”

Within a few moments the whole crew had donned snow shoes and left the ship, wondering how much further would they have to travel to find the magic door?