After much more groaning, complaining, and very-nearly-accidents later, the twins and their father were all ready to get going to the land of Carinholm. Mr. Portman had all his important utensils for ornithology, while Jane and Jacob had their personal items, (and Jane had packed rope and boots and all sorts of things).

Five hours later, Jacob and Jane were desperately trying not to hurl. Jane had initiated a competition between the two as the cold wind brushed and blew at their faces. Whoever puked first owed the other fifty cents. It grew with every minute to a dollar, than on and on. It was currently at five dollars, and Jane and Jacob were each turning green.

Mr. Portman finally spoke up. "If you two stop this nonsense, I'll give both of you ten dollars."

No sooner than the twins consent and were handed the money did both of them lose their lunch over the side.

(I'm really sorry for skipping over this but I might write it later. Basically they make it to the hotel.)

The next day, Jane and Jacob were equipped with muddy boots and a teenage island local named Dylan and were ready to explore.

Minutes later, they were joined by some friend of the local's, who seemed obsessed with rapping.

After seven minutes of listening to horrid yelling, Jane turned to them. "Shut up." Jacob shot her a look, but Dylan only laughed.

They finally came upon a house minutes later.

"That's it, there. Go kick it if you don't believe us." Dylan had said, but Jane held Jacob back.

"No, it isn't. Take us to the house."

"Yes it-"

"It's a shit house. Take us to the actual place."

Worm and Dylan turned tail and left them, like a captain leaving mutineers on a deserted island.

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Minutes that seemed like hours passed before Jacob asked Jane what he was thinking.

"How'd you know that they were lying?"

Jane gave him an odd look. "Didn't you hear them say...?" her voice trailed off as she stared at the house in front of them. A gaping hole sat at the top like an odd crown, withered trees danced nearby, and Jane felt her stomach cloud with dread. "This is it...The children's home."

Jacob looked around wildly. "I-what? This...this can't be right."

"Well, it is, Jake." Jane groaned. "Look, maybe Grandpa pulled some joke on us or something-"

"Did he ever joke? No. We'll just...we'll just look again tomorrow."

Jane let out a sigh. "Okay, Jacob. Okay."