Chapter 3
Once the Darkling had been taken care off (we shoved it in the loft), we decided on a plan. We decided before we do anything, The Abbey needed to be taught dragon tongue. This would be very difficult without a translator dragon (they can teach any language in an instant), so it took us something like 8 hours to do it. I have to admit though, she did very well. Then we discussed how to get to the fire star. The Abbey had a lot of knowledge on it. Apparently, it comes once every 500 years! We are very, very lucky. The thing is, we needed money to get there… it's all the way in the arctic. I just could not believe it. I heard a smashing noise upstairs. That darkling wasn't very happy with us, it's constantly swearing. Anyway, like I was saying, we had to get to the Arctic… somehow. We could get money to take a plane, but we're pretty pore. We could make the Arctic come to us, but that is impossible. The best idea we kame up with was to take a boat (from England) to the Arctic, but it would have to be custom made since, like I said before, we're broke. The Holly then said she could make us an old Egyptian boat, but that was just really strange to me but then she said they used to travel across the Nile in them, so we all agreed.
"We can use an electric motor to help as well as rows", she said. I gulped. It sounded like a lot of effort. I don't particularly like effort. I then nodded my head.
"Gazen and I get the supplies", I offered.
"Grake and I will make our route", Gip decided- she obviously doesn't like much effort either.
"Which means Holly and I will make the boat", The Abbey sighed. We all grinned cheekily. I guess no-one likes effort. And no-one knows that but the team.