“You’re going to love her, I know you will,” he said, and I looked up to see an enormous boat with a long, curved bow, two masts and a raised deck at the stern. A few weeks afterwards, we went down to the Isle of Wight to inspect his find. One evening later that summer, Dad announced that he’d found a boat. Dad had taken us sailing before, but this was different. I looked out of the window at the empty swing. From there, it’s on to Hawaii and Russia.” We’ll sail down to South America, then cross the Atlantic Ocean to South Africa and Australia. By the time we get back, you’ll have seen more places than most people will visit in a lifetime. The people who were going to recreate his first and second voyages didn’t get their act together in time, so this is the last opportunity.” “I’ve told you kids about the captain,” said Dad, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Of course they do, Gordon,” said Mum, returning his smile. “Well, someone needs to mark the 200th anniversary of Cook’s third voyage, don’t they?” he said, raising his eyebrows at my mother. “Not at all,” said my father, puffing out a cloud of smoke. Next to me, Jon watched Dad, his lips parted. “After all, we share the captain’s surname, so who better to do it?” He picked up his cigarette and leaned back in his seat. “We’re going to follow Captain Cook,” Dad said. I paused, a spoonful of cornflakes halfway to my mouth.
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