Some secrets should not be revealed, and some mysteries should not be solved, because an adventurous life is like a hurricane. It's chaotic and exciting, until all you know is left destroyed in its wake.
This is the conclusion Webby's grandma had come to when Webby turned 16. That was the same year her grandma finally retired from her job in "private defense affairs", as she liked to call it and they had bought their house in Northville, a quiet little town with excellent crime rates. With the amount of savings Mrs. Beakley had accumulated over the years she was able to support both of them for a very long time. However, every bird has to someday fly from their nest and make their own.

Webby, being homeschooled by Mrs. Beakley, had excelled in her statewide testing and was offered many scholarships, some of which had sister schools or transfer programs overseas. Webby specifically was bent on going to a school with a proficient science and language program, one of her options being in Spain. Mrs. Beakley, of course, shot down the idea in an instant. There was absolutely no way she would subject Webby to complete isolation overseas with no emergency contacts. However, Webby was undeterred, taking Spanish tutoring with Mr. Crackshell, the Spanish teacher at the local high school, simulating full immersion by only watching Spanish TV shows or reading Spanish subtitles for a month straight, and even went to the length of starting to tutor other kids around the she was good at Webby's college years quickly approaching, Mrs. Beakley made a hard decision.

"Webbigail...I was thinking about your idea,"
Webby Vanderquack looked up from her already soggy cereal, spinning her spoon indifferently in the mush.
Many different ideas shot their way across Webby's mind quickly, until her brain turned up blank.

"Well, which one?" She questioned.

"Webby, I don't think you should go to college just yet. I think, you should consider a gap year." Webby immediately dropped her spoon back in the bowl with a clang.

"Granny! But why! I'm completely ready for this you know I am!" Webby countered worriedly. When her grandmother's mind was completely made up, there was no going back. "I've..I've been working so hard..."

"Now don't go jumping to conclusions. You are very capable, don't think I don't know that." Webby looked down at her soupy cereal and stirred, dejected. " I was thinking that before you go and fly across the world unprepared we might do ..." Mrs. Beakley pulled some glossy looking papers from behind her back and placed them on the table. "Some traveling?" Webby's eyes widened in shock as she saw the map and the brochures. She pinched herself on the arm once. But just to make sure she did it twice. Well...one more time.

"Webbigail please stop pinching your arm, you'll make a bruise..."

"No way! Jekyll island! Bus tour of Route 66!" She gasped as she saw the bigger brochure under the rest!" best overseas vacation spots!? There's one right next to The University of Salamanca!"

I figured that we would start out small, travel around the country first, then we take some trips overseas, and possibly...if i'm not still against you going...i help you get settled in college."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS GRANNY!? Oh my...Gracias, gracias, MUCHISIMAS GRACIAS" She rocketed from her seat, hugging her tightly. "Te quiero mucho…"

"Webbigail, inside voice… and, de nada "She returned the hug, using what she learned from Webby and two years of Spanish in high Webby finally let go, she sat down and pushed her cereal aside, laying the brochures out.

"So, where to first!" she bounced childishly in her chair, the excess energy beginning to be too much to contain.

"Well, since we're starting small, how about…" Mrs. Beakley circled her fingers around their town, trying to find a good spot on the map.

"Here! We have to go here!" Webby pointed to a small town and searched for the brochure that she had seen amidst the piles. Mrs. Beakley looked squeamishly at that spot on the map.

"Webby, i'm not so sure that…"

"It's exactly where the adventuring excavator and archaeologist Scrooge McDuck first made his mark on America!" She stood up with the brochure in her grasp and a gleam in her eyes. "against all struggles and hardships, he was able to change the world and rewrite history!"

"Scrooge McDuck, a fine asset to the archeology community and a blessing to museums everywhere," she rolled her eyes, "though, I heard he was a bit unruly and stubborn."

"That's what made him a great explorer! He wouldn't take no for an answer." Webby hugged the map and brochures to her chest like her life depended on it.

"Well, That's one thing you both have in common."

"So, can we go?" Webby bounced on the balls of her feet. Mrs. Beakley looked down at the brochure, crinkled by Webby's grasp, and back at Webby. She sighed.

"Fine, we leave May 31st."

*Muchisimas gracias= thank you so much, thank you very much.
De nada = You're welcome
Te quiero mucho= (Hou you say i love you to family or friends, platonic)l love you so much, I love you a lot
Can you tell i'm a spanish student lol. All things that don't make sense now will be explained later in the story, but feel free to comment your feedback or questions...note that I said FEEDBACK and not HATE. But as always, opinions are allowed just be respectful dudes, dudettes and everyone in between, and then it's all chill. Also if you spot a typo just say the context and stuff and i'll totally change it. Thanks for reading!

*= Edited from how it was originally written, thanks for the tip!