Trixie Belden and the Mystery of the Ghostly Galleon

Bathed in an eerie glow,
its masts reaching high
through the mist, was a ship. . . .
Flying from it stern was a flag that
Honey strained to see. Suddenly, she
clutched Trixie’s arm. “Why,” she cried,
“the ship is a galleon, and it’s flying the
skull and crossbones! Oh, Trixie! Where
did it come from, and why is it gleaming
all over with that funny light? . . .”