The Winx Club's Sodor Adventures - Season 3

Episode 18: All at Sea

Percy and Duck like working at the harbor by the sea.

On a clear summer's night, there's no better place to be. The big ships bring passengers. Cargo ships carry machinery and other things. Duck, Mirta, Percy and Musa puffed backwards and forwards with the crates of cargo as they are loaded and unloaded by the quayside.

One morning, the four friends noticed that the horizon was packed with sails flapping against the blue sky.

"Oh, my!" said Mirta. "I've never seen so many boats here."

"It's amazing!" said Musa.

"I wish I could sail to faraway lands," sighed Duck.

"Engines can't go sailing," snorted Percy. "Because engines can't float."

Duck still had his dreams. Suddenly, they were rudely interrupted.

"Wakey-wakey!" hovered Harold.

"We're looking at the boats," replied Duck.

"That's the regatta. Lots of boats. Lots of races. Great fun. I hover around in case Miss Griselda and I are needed."

"Do you go to the horizon?" asked Musa.

"Yes," said Miss Griselda, "and beyond."

"I didn't know there was a beyond," whispered Percy.

"Do you go to other places at sea?" continued Duck.

"Certainly. We can land on ships, you know. Anywhere, anytime. Good-bye!"

Duck sighed.

He went on talking about the regatta all day.

Percy lost patience. "Well, Duck, I'd rather have my wheels on solid ground. Our rails can take us to all the places we could ever wish to see."

Then they heard a siren wailing.

"That's an emergency!" called Mirta. "I'll check with the harbormaster."

She returned with bad news. "A man taking part in the regatta has hurt his hand, Duck. So we're to take him to the hospital at the next station. Harold and Miss Griselda are bringing him now. Come on!"

Duck and Mirta hurried to the scene just in time to see Harold land.

"Good to see you again, you two," whirred Harold as he landed carefully on the platform. The man was gently helped to safety.

"My job is to stay at sea in case of other emergencies. Otherwise, Miss Griselda and I would take this gentleman to hospital ourselves. Must fly. Good-bye!"

Duck and Mirta set off on their journey. Soon, Duck was steaming well, and his wheels were thundering along the track.

When they reached the station, the man thanked everyone, and Bertie and Daphne got ready to take him to the hospital.

"You look splendid flying along the line, Duck," glowed Bertie.

"Oh, yes," agreed Daphne. "No wonder they call you 'Great Western'."

"Thank you, guys," said Mirta.

"Percy's right," Duck thought to himself. "Engines are happiest when their wheels are firmly on the rails."

That night, Percy, Musa, Duck and Mirta stayed a little longer at the quay. The air was warm and the sea calm.

"There's a shooting star!" said Duck.

"Don't be daft!" laughed Percy. "It's Harold. Look, he's hovering overhead!"

Something fluttered down towards Duck. Mirta caught it. "It's a flag from the regatta. Harold and Miss

Griselda are giving it to you as a present, Duck."

"That was kind of Harold," whispered Duck. "He may have whirly arms instead of wheels, but he seems to understand just what an engine needs."

Duck still wonders about the lands beyond the horizon. But I think he knows that, sometimes, the best travels are those we can only dream about. Don't you?

The End