Περιπέτεια (Greek)Seikkailu-sarja (Finnish) The Island of Adventure (Adventure, #1), The Castle of Adventure (Adventure, #2), The Valley of Adventure (A. The Adventure Series By Enid Blyton - [Free] The Adventure Series By Enid Blyton [PDF]. [EPUB] The Adventure Series by Enid Blyton. Jack, Philip, Dinah and Lucy-Ann, together with Jack's intelligent and talkative parrot Kiki, have the most extraordinary adventures not only in England, Scotland and Wales but also abroad — Austria, Greece, the Middle East and even Tauri-Hessia! The first book, The Island of.
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The stories are greatly enhanced by Stuart Tresilian's detailed, brooding illustrations. There was also a New Zealand TV series in the s but that was only very loosely based on the original books. In , Dave Morris wrote a couple of Adventure Squad game books based on the first two books in the original series Naturally these editions differ from the originals in various ways, including the renaming of the second book from The Castle of Adventure to The Woods of Adventure Society Shed.
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The Castle of Adventure. The Valley of Adventure. The Sea of Adventure. The eastern sky was glowing red at dawn, and was now pink and gold. The sun was already warm on their faces as they looked out of the little cottage window. Their mother was awake. The children kissed her goodbye and ran down the rocky path to the beach.
Andy was already there--but to the children's surprise he looked rather grave. Whatever do you mean? It was a right queer sky--and I'm thinking a storm will blow up to-day or tomorrow. We'll be on the island before it comes--and if one comes to-morrow we can wait another day on the island. We've plenty of food. Get in, then.
I'm glad to see you've got your 17 jerseys on. If the wind blows up, we'll be cold tonight. Come on, Andy--push off. I'm simply longing to go! The boat grated over the stones, and then rode into the waves. Andy jumped in lightly. He and Tom took the oars. They did not mean to put up the sail till they came out of the bay into the full sea. It was a marvellous morning. The sea was full of sparkles and twinkles--it was blue and purple at a distance, clear green by the boat.
Mary let her hand drag in the cool water.
She was very happy. Jill was happy too. She lay on her back in the boat, looking up at the cornflower-blue sky, feeling the boat bobbing up and down on the waves. Tom was happy too. He loved to pull at the oars.
He enjoyed thinking of his breakfast, and planned what he would have. Only Andy was not happy. He felt in his bones that he should not have taken the children out that morning, He felt sure this was not going to be the wonderful day they had planned.
He wished his father had been there to advise him and he anxiously watched the sky for clouds But there was not one to be seen. It was a pretty brown one, like the sails of all the other fishing-boats of the village.
It billowed out in the breeze, and the boat sped along. The boys shipped the oars. The sail flapped, and spray flew up from under the bows of the boat.
It was lovely. And I make it about half-past seven by the sun. She whispered something to Mary, who giggled. The boat flew on over the green water, and the spray whipped off the sea, and fell cool and silvery on the children.
What time are we going to have breakfast? Andy and I are busy. Andrews did for us yesterday evening--and some Nestle's milk--and chocolate? They had three loaves of bread with them, and some butter, and they dabbed the butter on to chunks of bread, took the eggs in then-hand and bit first at the egg and then at the bread.
Jill put a paper of salt down on the deck for them to dip the eggs into. Is there any more? There was fresh water in a barrel, and every one dipped in a cup and had a drink. Tin simply cooking! The boys felt hot too, for the sun was now pouring down fiercely. Tom took off his jersey, but Andy didn't remove his.
He always kept his on, whatever the weather was. Can I have a turn at the tiller soon, Tom? How the wind is getting up! The sail is billowing out like the wings of a bird.
She was sheltered where she lay, and felt hardly any wind. The sun rose higher and higher and at noon it was so hot that every one put on sun-hats. The wind was still strong and whipped the tops from the waves as the boat flew along. They all looked. The children looked anxiously towards the west. As it is the sail is almost splitting with the wind! It's queer being out here on the sea, miles away from land, with the sea and the sky doing odd things like this.
The wind, which had been blowing very strongly indeed, dropped completely. One moment it was blowing the children's hair straight back, as they faced the west--the next there was not a breath of air. The sea fell calm and oily. The little fishing-boat stopped running in front of the wind, and rode silently over the waves, as if she were at anchor.
That's funny," said Tom. Andy, we'll never get to the island if we don't get some wind. Shall we row? You'll get plenty of wind in a minute--more than we want. We must take in some of the sail. The ship will heel right over if we let her have all this sail when next the wind gets up. There's going to be a gale. I can hear it coming. Then an enormous purple cloud blew up from the west and completely 22 covered the sun. The world went dark, and great spots of rain fell.
Take the tiller, Jill. Keep her heading the way we've been going. Pull, Tom, pull. A great crash of thunder came from the black cloud, and a flash of lightning split the sky in half. And then the gale came. Tom and the girls had never, never imagined there could be such a wind. They could not hear themselves speak unless they shouted. Andy yelled to the girls: "Get down into the cabin, quick, and shut the door and stay there. But Andy looked so stern and commanding that they did not dare to disobey.
They almost fell into the cabin and shut the door Outside the wind seemed to get a voice--a voice that howled and wailed and lashed the sea into enormous waves that 23 sent the little boat half-over every time. Tins and everything else began to fall about.
The girls picked them up and put them where they could not fall. There was a crash as the packet of records fell down. It was very sad The girls carefully put the one whole record into a safe place and wondered what the boys would say when they knew. But it couldn't be helped. Up above, on the deck, the two boys struggled with the wind and the sea. Tom had had no time to get into his jersey, so all he had on was a bathing-suit and shorts. He shivered as wave after wave splashed on him.
The deck was wet and slippery. The dark-green waves raced by, and the boat climbed up one steep wave after another, and slid down the other side, only to climb up another enormous wave again. Up and down, up and down she went, whilst Andy struggled with the sail. We'll be over. It was gone! Only a little rag was left, wriggling madly in the wind.
The boat slowed down at once, for it no longer had the sail to take it along. But even the little rag of sail that was left was enough to take it at a good speed over the waves.
Andy said nothing. He took the tiller with Tom, and together the boys faced "the storm. Thunder rolled around and crashed in the skies. Lightning flickered and lighted up the vast heaving waste of grey-black sea.
Stinging rain fell every now and again, and the boys bent their heads to it and shut their eyes. The wind lashed them and the spray whipped them. If this was an adventure, there was a great deal too much of it! Goodness knows where we are! Passed the island! A storm behind them! No sail! Whatever were they going to do? FOR a long time the boat went on and on, its little rag of sail still flapping.
Tom thought that the sail itself must have reached the great dark cloud that still covered the sky, the wind was so strong. Every now and again there was a lull when the wind dropped to a stiff breeze. Then it would blow again furiously. The thunder was no longer overhead, but far off to the east. The lightning shimmered now and again, but did not light up the sea with the fierce brilliance it had two or three hours back.
Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the storm flew off It was most astonishing. A sheet of bright blue sky appeared in the west, and swiftly grew bigger as the great cloud flew to the east The wdrld grew light again. The rain stopped. The wind died down to a breeze, and the boat no longer seemed to climb up and down steep hills.
The cabin door opened, and two green faces looked out sadly.
Look, the sail's gone! It was gloriously hot. Poor Tom, who had been chilled to the bone, loved it. He stripped off his wet bathing-suit, and put on his jersey. Ah, that was better! Andy did not seem to feel either cold or wet.
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He took the old sail and had a good look at it. He thought he could rig it, with Tom's help. They must have a sail of some sort to get anywhere. Maybe there might be someone there--or we could signal a ship for help.
I don't reckon we're going to get home any too easily now. Andy 27 headed due north. It was about five o'clock now, and all the children were very hungry.
Jill and Mary had forgotten their sea-sickness and went below to get some food. Soon they were, all eating heartily, and felt much better. They drank all the water before Andy knew there was none left. Leave those apples, Mary. We might be glad of the juice in the morning.
In silence she and Jill packed the apples away carefully in the cabin. Both the girls felt worried. Whatever would their mother be thinking, when that terrible storm blew up? They wished they were safely back at home.
The boat sailed on to the north. The sun slipped low into the west, and the boat's shadow lay purple on the sea. It was a beautiful evening.
Can't see any, though. We'd better anchor for the night, I should think. There was no anchor! Andy stared in horror. How could he have forgotten? Now they couldn't anchor their ship. Now they would have to ride on the sea until they came to land--and in the night they might strike a rock! Andy stared over the restless sea in dismay. Well--there was nothing for it but to hope for the best.
One of them must be at the helm all night long. Tt would be a moonlight night if only the sky was not clouded. Perhaps they would be lucky and sight land. Jill and Mary were tired out. Andy ordered them to go 28 below and rest. Tom went into the little cabin with the girls.
They left the door open, for it was warm. The girls lay on the bunk and Tom curled up on the pile of rugs on the floor. In, two minutes he was asleep. He did not know how tired he was. The wind, rain and sea had taken all his strength out of him for a time. Andy stayed alone on deck. The sun had gone down in a blaze of gold. The sky had turned pink and the sea had turned pink too. Now it was evening and the first stars were winking in the darkening sky.
The little boat drove on and on. Andy hoped desperately that land would soon come in sight. He remembered so clearly what his father had said. Right 29 past the Little Island, far to the north, lay other islands, desolate now, but once owned by a few farmers, who tried to get a hard living from the rocky soil. If only they could get help there! Night fell darkly on the waters. The moon sailed into the sky, but clouds kept hiding her light. First the sea was gleaming silver, then ft was black, then it was silver again.
Andy wished he could see something besides the sea.
But there was nothing. The boy stayed on deck until midnight.
He felt the night wind and wrapped a rug round his shoulders, though he did not feel really cold. After a while he whistled to Tom. Tom awoke. He shivered and Andy threw the rug round liim. The old sail flapped and creaked a little. The water went 30 plash-lash-lash against the sides of the boat. The moon sailed in and out of the clouds as if she were a silver boat in the sky.
Then came a thick mass of clouds and the moon disappeared altogether. Tom couldn't see anything at all. He strained his eyes to try and pierce through the darkness but except for the gleaming white top of a near by wave now and then, he could see nothing. But he could hear something, quite suddenly. It sounded like crashing waves. Tom longed for the moon to come out--and as he wished for it, it came sliding out from a cloud for a second before it disappeared again, And in that tiny space of time Tom saw something that gave him a shock.
The sea was breaking over big rocks just ahead! He heard the sound of breaking waves and knew at once there were rocks ahead. He took the tiller. And then there came a grating noise and a long groan from the ship. She was on the recks! She had run straight on to them-and there she lay, groaning, half over, slanting so much that the girls in the little cabin were thrown out of the bunk.
She's settling! She seemed to be wedged between two rocks that were holding her tightly, all on the slant. Waves splashed over one side of her deck.
For a few minutes the children hardly dared to breathe--and then Andy spoke. We must wait till dawn " 31 So they waited, clinging uncomfortably to the slanting sides of the ship. Dawn was not far off It silvered the eastern sky as they waited The light grew stronger, and then a gold edge appeared on the horizon.
The sun was about to rise. And in the golden light of the early sun they saw something not far off that made them shout for joy.
And land ho there certainly was! A sandy shore stretched to a rocky cliff Stunted trees grew further inland, touched with gold by the rising sun. It was an island of some sort, desolate, rocky and lonely--but it was at least land! Somewhere where they could light a fire and boil water to make themselves warm.
Somewhere where other people might be to give them a helping hand. Once we're clear of these rocks we'll be all right. In fact, now that the tide has gone down a bit we could almost walk over the rocks, to the shallow water that runs up the shore. Tom helped Jill. Halfwading, half-swimming, they made their way over and between the reef of rocks, and paddled to shore.
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The sun had warmth in it now and warmed their cold bodies. How glad they all were that they had taken Andy's advice and had put on warm clothes! When they got to the top they looked around. A small stunted wood grew a little way off, on a hillside. Low bushes crouched here and there as if to hide from the strong wind that blew always across the island. Grass crept over the rocky earth, and a few daisies flowered. But there was no sign of any house, or of any human being. Andy made up his mind quickly.
The tide is at its lowest now--when it is high it will completely cover the deck of our boat--so we must wade back to her and take off everything of value in her. Come on, Tom. You girls can stand halfway to the boat in that shallow water, and we'll cany things to you over the rocks. Then you can take them back to the shore. It will be better than us all scrambling about on the rocks and dropping everything.
It took a long time--but before they had finished the tide had risen and the decks were awash. The cabin was full of water I "We can't do anything more," said Andy.
I'm simply starving. They had been brave during the storm--but now they all felt very tired and rather scared. It was strange to think they might have to stay for quite a long time on the unknown island until they were rescued--and supposing they were right off the route of the ships and steamers that used those seas? Andy took charge. He was the oldest and wisest, and the others looked up to him. He was old for his fourteen years.
He stared out at their wrecked ship, and wrinkled his forehead. We'd better finish up all the bread, for it will soon be stale.
We'll eat all the food that might go bad--there Vthat open jar of potted meat, Tom, that we began last night--and the rest of the butter--and those buns that Mrs. Andrews gave us. And what about something hot to drink? I don't feel really cold, but it would do us good to get something hot inside us. Look--I brought the matches with me, wrapped in this oilskin so that they wouldn't get wet. We can't get the stove going till we get the tin of oil out of the locker in the boat--we forgot that--so we'd better make a fire on the beach.
Andy went off up the cliff to see if he could find a stream to fill the kettle, which they had taken from the boat. He had to go a good way before he 35 found a spring running down the little hill in the distance.
He filled the kettle and went back to the cove. Where's the tin of cocoa--and we must finish up that Nestle's milk we opened, or it will go bad. They added the tinned milk to it and drank with enjoyment. The cocoa was good. The twins, who were cold, felt warmed up at once.
Their clothes were still wet, and although the sun now shone down hotly they felt chffly. Tom yawned. He was not used to keeping awake half the night. The girls were tired out, too, for they had been very seasick in the storm. Andy had laid out the rugs in the sun. He felt them. They were almost dry. Their damp clothes were spread out on bushes to dry, and were already steaming in the sun. Andy awoke first. He knew at once where he was, and remembered all that had happened.
He sat up to look at their ship. The tide was going down again now, and the ship looked queer, slanting sideways, caught fast between the two big rocks. Andy wondered what his father would say when he knew what had happened. It was a serious thing to lose a fishing-boat. The sun was high in the sky. Andy threw off his rug and went to feel his clothes on the bush. They were 36 perfectly dry. He put them on, and then went to the big pile of things they had taken from the ship.
He looked among them and found a fishing-line. He hunted about for a sand-worm, baited his hook, and clambered out on the rocks, where deep water swirled around him. He lowered his line into the water. In ten minutes he had caught his first fish, and was baiting the line again. Tom awoke next. He sat up on the sand, astonished to hear the sea so close. Then he remembered all that had happened and leapt to his feet.
He awoke the girls and they put on their warm clothes. They saw Andy, and waved to him. It was fun cooking the fish over a fire. It smelt delicious. There was no bread left so the children had to eat the fish by itself, but they were so hungry that they didn't mind at all. Then we'd better explore the island, if we've time. The food we've got with us won't last a great while, but at any rate we can always get fish--and I expect we'll find some berries we can eat, too.
Will he peck our tins open--or eat our cocoa! Look--there's two or three fishes left we can have for our supper. We'd better make a hole in the sand and bury them under some heavy stones till we want them. The gulls would soon make a meal of them if we left them uncovered!
Andy stood up and looked all round the cliff. But there didnt seem to be any cave at all, though the children hunted carefully all along the cliff.Who could forget Craggy-Tops and the mysterious Isle of Gloom, not to mention castles, rivers, valleys, mountains, caves, underground passages and islands galore?
The moon sailed in and out of the clouds as if she were a silver boat in the sky. Seashore weeds grew up from the floors of the farmhouse.
Then they came out of the sea and lay in the sun to dry. Where the ground dips down suddenly over there. And now they had permission to go off in the sailing-boat belonging to Andy's father, and spend the night on the island!